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Рассказы Брэдбери (марсианские хроники)

Помню, читал) Произвело сильное впечатление на тот момент (прямо мурашки по коже), особенно когда их (исследователей Марса) приняли за сумасшедших и поместили в местную "марсианскую" психушку

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Рассказы Брэдбери (марсианские хроники)

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Ksiusha, I like!  :good: :applodisment:

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Краткая характеристика произведений известных писателей.

Достоевский:
Человек сделал.
Человек страдал.
Человек лишился рассудка.

Чехов:
Человек маялся бездельем.
Человек беспричинно тосковал.
Человек выпил чаю.

Хемингуэй:
Человек вошёл.
Человек сказал: "Идёт дождь".
Человеку ответили: "Да".

Конан Дойл:
Человек курил.
Человек язвил.
Человек раскрыл.


Стругацкие:
Человек прилетел.
Человек помогал.
Человеку не рады.

Уэллс:
Человек полетел на Луну.*
Человек переместился в прошлое.*
Человек воевал с инопланетянами.*
*впервые в мировой литературе

Маркес:
Человек - Хосе.
Человек родил Хуана.
Человек, который Хуан, родил Хуана и Хосе.
Два человека, те, которые Хуан и Хосе, но Хуан, которого родил Хосе, а Хосе не тот, которого родил Хуан, ушли в другую деревню, где Хосе родил Хуана, а Хуан - Хосе, Хосе Аркадио, Аурелиано Аркадио, Хосе Аурелиано и Пруденсио. Но, чтобы не усложнять сюжет, Пруденсио далее в книге не упоминается.

Джордж Мартин:
Человек умер.
И ещё один человек умер.
И вон тот человек, который нравился тебе больше всех в этой книге и на котором держалось развитие сюжета, вот он тоже умер.

Кафка:
Человек - человек.
Человек - не человек.

Мэри Шелли:
Человек?


Воннегут:
Человек умер нелепой смертью.
... но сейчас человек жив, а умер - это через много лет.

Оруэлл:
Человек жил.
Человек усомнился.
Человека нет и никогда не было.

Зощенко:
Гражданин прописался.
Гражданин занимал жилплощадь.
Гражданина явно кто-то на тот свет спровадил. Шутка ли - целых десять метров занимал!

Даниэль Дефо:
Человек.
Другой человек.
Хвала Господу! Другой человек!

Паланик:
Человек.
Другой человек.
А, нет, один и тот же.


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The Story in the Bible. An Angel Visits Mary


In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin's name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, 'Greetings, you who are highly favoured! The Lord is with you.'

Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, 'Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favour with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.'

'How will this be,' Mary asked the angel, 'since I am a virgin?'

The angel answered, 'The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. For nothing is impossible with God.'

'I am the Lord's servant,' Mary answered. 'May it be to me as you have said.' Then the angel left her.

Luke 1:26-38

The History behind an Angel visiting Mary in the Christmas Story
Mary was probably about 14 to 16 years of age when she gave birth to Jesus. This was a very common age for young women to be engaged and marry in biblical times. So the son of God was the son of a teenage mother. Joseph was probably slightly older, around 30.

Joseph and Mary were a very average couple in Israel at that time. They would have been quite poor. Joseph was a carpenter and this job was seen by some religious leaders as a religious duty rather than a profession. Both Joseph and Mary were descendants of King David of Israel, but at this time his family was in the poorest state it had ever been. Mary was also related to the traditional Priest families of Israel through her cousin Elizabeth.

Nazareth, the town where they both lived, was a small hill town on a caravan route through the country. It also had a center for the temple priests, in which they could come and pray and fast when they were not on duty at the temple. So a wide range of people would travel and visit a town like Nazareth.

Under Jewish law, an engagement like Joseph and Mary's was treated almost like a marriage and could only be broken by an official divorce.






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У обезьянки - a monkey
Была подружка - a frog - лягушка,
А у нее была сестричка,
A fox - лисичка.
Был дружок, а cock - петушок
A rabbit - крольчонок,
A bear - медвежонок,
A duckling - утенок,
A pig - поросенок,
A black cat - черный кот,
И козленок - a goat.
Они жили в лесу - in the wood
И были очень хороши - very good.
А около озера - near the lake
Жила большая змея - a big snake.
И вот однажды - one day
Она решила съесть друзей.

to be continued...
First of all I shall catch the monkey -
Я поймаю сперва обезьянку.

we all have secrets...

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У обезьянки - a monkey
Была подружка - a frog - лягушка,
А у нее была сестричка,
A fox - лисичка.
Был дружок, а cock - петушок
A rabbit - крольчонок,
A bear - медвежонок,
A duckling - утенок,
A pig - поросенок,
A black cat - черный кот,
И козленок - a goat.
Они жили в лесу - in the wood
И были очень хороши - very good.
А около озера - near the lake
Жила большая змея - a big snake.
И вот однажды - one day
Она решила съесть друзей.

to be continued...






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Замечательно! :applodisment:

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Самые короткие литературные шедевры!

1) Фредерик Браун сочинил кратчайшую страшную историю из когда-либо написанных:

"Последний человек на Земле сидел в комнате. В дверь постучались."

2) Когда-то Хемингуэй поспорил, что сочинит рассказ из шести слов, который станет самым трогательным из всех ранее написанных. Он выиграл спор:

"Продаются детские ботиночки. Неношеные."
("For sale: baby shoes, never used.")

3) О.Генри стал победителем конкурса на самый короткий рассказ, имеющий завязку, кульминацию и развязку:

"Шофёр закурил и нагнулся над бензобаком, посмотреть много ли осталось бензина. Покойнику было двадцать три года."


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Charlie Chaplin's letter to his daughter Geraldine!





My girl,

Now it is night. One Christmas night. All the armed warriors of my little fortress fell asleep. Your brother and your sister are sleeping. Even your mother is sleeping now. On my way to this half-lighted room, I was on the verge to wake up the sleeping chicks.
How far away you are from me! But may I become blind if your image is not always in front of my eyes. Your picture is here on the table and here, near my heart. But where are you? There in the fairy Paris dancing on a grand theatrical stage from Champs Elysees. I know this very well, though it seems to me that in the silence of the night I hear footsteps, see your eyes that shine like stars in the winter sky. I hear you acting in this festive and illuminated play the role of the Persian beauty who is in the captivity of Tatar khan. Be beautiful and dance! Be a star and shine! But if the enthusiasm and gratitude of the audience makes you drunk, if the scent of flowers gave to you swallow your head, then sit in a little corner and read my letter, listen to the voice of your heart.
I am your father, Geraldine!
I’m Charlie, Charlie Chaplin!
Do you know how many nights I sat near your crib when you were a baby, telling you the tale of Sleeping Beauty, watchful dragon? And when the sleep came to rest my eyes, I laughed at him and said: “Go away! My sleep, these are my daughter's dreams!“ I saw your dreams, Geraldine, have seen your future and your present day. I saw a girl playing on the stage, a fairy dancing in the sky. I heard the crowd say: “See that girl? She's the daughter of an old fool. Remember? His name was Charlie.”
Yes! I’m Charlie! I am an old fool!
Today is your turn. Dance! I danced in large tattered pants and you dance in a silk dress of a princess. These dances and the sound of applause will rise you into heaven sometimes. Fly! Fly over there! But come back on earth too! You should see people's lives, the lives of the street dancers who dance shivering of cold and hunger. I was like them, Geraldine! During those nights, those magical nights when you fall asleep, lulled by my stories, I was awake. I looked at your face, listened to your heart beats and asked myself: "Charley, will this kitten ever know you?" You do not know me, Geraldine... I retold you many tales in those nights, but my tale - never. But it's also interesting. This is a tale about a hungry buffoon, who sang and danced in the slums of London, and then collected alms... This is my story! I got to know what hunger is and what is like not to have a roof over your head. More than that, I experienced the humiliating pain of a wanderer-jester, who had in his chest a raging ocean of pride and this pride was painfully wounded by those tossed coins. And yet I am alive, so let's leave this.
Let's better talk about you!
After your name - Geraldine - comes my name Chaplin. With this name I have amused people all over for over forty years. But I cried more than they were laughing! Geraldine, in the world you live there is not only dance and music!
At midnight, when you come out from the huge hall, you can forget about rich fans, but do not forget to ask the taxi driver, who will carry you home, about his wife. And if she is pregnant, if they do not have money for diapers for their future child, put some money in his pocket. I told the bank to pay you these expenses. But to all the others pay strictly on the account. From time to time use the subway or the bus, walk on foot and explore the city. Look at people! Look at widows and orphans! And at least once per day say to yourself: “I am just like them!”
Yes! You are one of them, my girl. Moreover! The art before giving wings to a person, so one could fly up, usually breaks one's legs. And if someday you will find yourself feeling more important than your audience, leave the scene. Catch the first taxi and visit the neighborhood of Paris. I know it very well! There you will see a lot of dancers just like you and even more beautiful, graceful, and with more pride. The dazzling limelight from your theater will not be there at all. The moon is their floodlight. Look! Look carefully! Don't they dance better than you? Admit it, my girl! There is always somebody who dances better than you, who is playing better than you! And remember, in the Charlie's family there never was any rude person who would use uncensored lexicon for a cab driver or laugh of a beggar who sits on the bank of the Seine...
I will die, but you will live… I want you to never know what poverty is! With this letter I am sending you a check book so you could spend as you wish. But when you spend two francs, do not forget to remind yourself that the third coin is not yours. It must belong to a stranger who needs it. And you can find this person easily. One has only to want to see these poor strangers and you'll meet them everywhere. I'm talking to you about money because I got to know their devilish power.
You know, I spent a long time at the circus and was always very worried about funambulists (funambulist - an acrobat who performs on a tightrope or slack rope). But I must tell you that people fall more often on solid ground rather than a funambulist from a wire rope. Perhaps on one of the soirees you will be blinded by the spark of a diamond. Right in that time, it will become a dangerous rope for you and the fall will be inevitable for you. Maybe one day you will be captured by the handsome face of a prince. On the same day, you will become an inexperienced funambulist and inexperienced ones always fall. Do not sell your heart for gold and jewels. Know that the hugest diamond is the Sun. Fortunately, it shines for all.
And when the time comes, and you will love, then love that man with all my heart. I told your mother to write to you about it. She understands in love more than I do and it's better for her to talk to you about it.
Your job is very difficult. I know that. Your body is covered only with a piece of silk. For the sake of art, one can appear on stage even naked, but when coming back from there you should be not only dressed but even purer. But nothing and no one else in this world deserves to see even the nails of a girl's feet. Nakedness is a disease of our time.
I am old and my words might sound funny. But, in my opinion, your naked body should belong to the one who falls in love with your naked soul. Do not be afraid if your opinion upon this subject belongs to a decade ago. Do not worry! This decade will not age you. But as it is, I want you to be the last person who is subject of the naked island!
I know that fathers and children are in an eternal fight. Fight with me, with my thoughts, my girl! I do not like obedient children. And while from my eyes no tears are running as I am writing this, I want to believe that today's Christmas night will be the night of miracles. I wish a miracle happen and you really understand everything that I wanted to tell you.
Charlie is older already, Geraldine! Sooner or later, instead of white silk on the scene, you will have to wear black to come to my grave. Now I do not want to upset you. Only from time to time look into the mirror, there you will see my features. Even when the blood in my veins is cool, I don't want you to forget your father - Charlie. I'm not an angel, but always aspired to be a man. Try it and you.
I kiss you, Geraldine.

Yours,
Charlie.

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                                                                                      O. Henry
                                                                                   The Last Leaf

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!
 

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"Колобок" на английском языке - это пять!  :)

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Колобок                           The Round Little Bun.
Жил-был старик со старухою. Просит старик:
-Испеки, старуха, колобок.
-Из чего печь-то? Муки нету.
-Э-эх, старуха! По коробу поскреби, по сусеку помети, авось муки и наберется.
Взяла старуха крылышко, по коробу поскребла. по сусеку помела, и набралось муки пригорошни с две.

Once there lived an old man and old woman.The old man said,
"Old woman, bake me a bun."
"What can I make it from? I have no flour." "Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour."
The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour.


Замесила тесто на сметане, изжарила в масле и положила колобок на окошечко остудить.
Колобок полежал-полежал, да вдруг и покатился- с окна на лавку, с лавки на пол, по полу да к дверям.
Перепрыгнул через порог в сени, из сеней- на крыльцо, с крыльца - на двор, со двора- за ворота, дальше и дальше.

She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool. The bun lay and lay there. Suddenly it rolled off the window sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, from the floor to the door. Then it rolled over the threshold to the entrance hall, from the entrance hall to the porch, from the porch to the courtyard, from the courtyard trough the gate and on and on.

Катится колобок по дороге, а навстречу ему заяц:
-Колобок, колобок! Я тебя съем!
-Не ешь меня, косой зайчик! Я тебе песенку спою, -сказал колобок и запел:
Я по коробу скребен,
По сусеку метен,
На сметане мешон,
Да в масле жарен,
На окошке стужoн;
Я от дедушки ушел,
Я от бабушки ушел,
А от тебя, зайца, не хитро уйти!
И покатился себе дальше; только заяц его и видел!
The bun rolled along the road and met a hare.
"Little bun, little bun, I shall eat you up!" said the hare. "Don't eat me, slant-eyed hare! I will sing you a song," said the bun, and sang:
I was scraped from the cupboard,
Swept from the bin,
Kneaded with sour cream,
Fried in butter,
And cooled on the sill.
I got away from Grandpa,
I got away from Grandma
And I'll get away from you, hare!
And the bun rolled away before the hare even saw it move!

 

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Сказка о том, кто ходил страху учиться / The story of the youth who went forth to learn what fear was

A certain father had two sons, the elder of whom was smart and sensible, and could do everything, but the younger was stupid and could neither learn nor understand anything, and when people saw him they said, "There’s a fellow who will give his father some trouble!” When anything had to be done, it was always the elder who was forced to do it; but if his father bade him fetch anything when it was late, or in the night-time, and the way led through the churchyard, or any other dismal place, he answered "Oh, no, father, I’ll not go there, it makes me shudder!” for he was afraid. Or when stories were told by the fire at night which made the flesh creep, the listeners sometimes said "Oh, it makes us shudder!” The younger sat in a corner and listened with the rest of them, and could not imagine what they could mean. "They are always saying ‘it makes me shudder, it makes me shudder!’ It does not make me shudder,” thought he. "That, too, must be an art of which I understand nothing.”

Now it came to pass that his father said to him one day "Hearken to me, thou fellow in the corner there, thou art growing tall and strong, and thou too must learn something by which thou canst earn thy living. Look how thy brother works, but thou dost not even earn thy salt.” - "Well, father,” he replied, "I am quite willing to learn something - indeed, if it could but be managed, I should like to learn how to shudder. I don’t understand that at all yet.” The elder brother smiled when he heard that, and thought to himself, "Good God, what a blockhead that brother of mine is! He will never be good for anything as long as he lives. He who wants to be a sickle must bend himself betimes.” The father sighed, and answered him "thou shalt soon learn what it is to shudder, but thou wilt not earn thy bread by that.”

Soon after this the sexton came to the house on a visit, and the father bewailed his trouble, and told him how his younger son was so backward in every respect that he knew nothing and learnt nothing. "Just think,” said he, "when I asked him how he was going to earn his bread, he actually wanted to learn to shudder.” - "If that be all,” replied the sexton, "he can learn that with me. Send him to me, and I will soon polish him.” The father was glad to do it, for he thought, "It will train the boy a little.” The sexton therefore took him into his house, and he had to ring the bell. After a day or two, the sexton awoke him at midnight, and bade him arise and go up into the church tower and ring the bell. "Thou shalt soon learn what shuddering is,” thought he, and secretly went there before him; and when the boy was at the top of the tower and turned round, and was just going to take hold of the bell rope, he saw a white figure standing on the stairs opposite the sounding hole. "Who is there?” cried he, but the figure made no reply, and did not move or stir. "Give an answer,” cried the boy, "or take thy self off, thou hast no business here at night.” The sexton, however, remained standing motionless that the boy might think he was a ghost. The boy cried a second time, "What do you want here? - speak if thou art an honest fellow, or I will throw thee down the steps!” The sexton thought, "he can’t intend to be as bad as his words,” uttered no sound and stood as if he were made of stone. Then the boy called to him for the third time, and as that was also to no purpose, he ran against him and pushed the ghost down the stairs, so that it fell down ten steps and remained lying there in a corner. Thereupon he rang the bell, went home, and without saying a word went to bed, and fell asleep. The sexton’s wife waited a long time for her husband, but he did not come back. At length she became uneasy, and wakened the boy, and asked, "Dost thou not know where my husband is? He climbed up the tower before thou didst.” - "No, I don’t know,” replied the boy, "but some one was standing by the sounding hole on the other side of the steps, and as he would neither give an answer nor go away, I took him for a scoundrel, and threw him downstairs, just go there and you will see if it was he. I should be sorry if it were.” The woman ran away and found her husband, who was lying moaning in the corner, and had broken his leg.

She carried him down, and then with loud screams she hastened to the boy’s father. "Your boy,” cried she, "has been the cause of a great misfortune! He has thrown my husband down the steps and made him break his leg. Take the good-for-nothing fellow away from our house.” The father was terrified, and ran thither and scolded the boy. "What wicked tricks are these?” said he, "the devil must have put this into thy head.” - "Father,” he replied, "do listen to me. I am quite innocent. He was standing there by night like one who is intending to do some evil. I did not know who it was, and I entreated him three times either to speak or to go away.” - "Ah,” said the father, "I have nothing but unhappiness with you. Go out of my sight. I will see thee no more.” - "Yes, father, right willingly, wait only until it is day. Then will I go forth and learn how to shudder, and then I shall, at any rate, understand one art which will support me.” - "Learn what thou wilt,” spake the father, "it is all the same to me. Here are fifty thalers for thee. Take these and go into the wide world, and tell no one from whence thou comest, and who is thy father, for I have reason to be ashamed of thee.” - "Yes, father, it shall be as you will. If you desire nothing more than that, I can easily keep it in mind.”

When day dawned, therefore, the boy put his fifty thalers into his pocket, and went forth on the great highway, and continually said to himself, "If I could but shudder! If I could but shudder!” Then a man approached who heard this conversation which the youth was holding with himself, and when they had walked a little farther to where they could see the gallows, the man said to him, "Look, there is the tree where seven men have married the ropemaker’s daughter, and are now learning how to fly. Sit down below it, and wait till night comes, and you will soon learn how to shudder.” - "If that is all that is wanted,” answered the youth, "it is easily done; but if I learn how to shudder as fast as that, thou shalt have my fifty thalers. Just come back to me early in the morning.” Then the youth went to the gallows, sat down below it, and waited till evening came. And as he was cold, he lighted himself a fire, but at midnight the wind blew so sharply that in spite of his fire, he could not get warm. And as the wind knocked the hanged men against each other, and they moved backwards and forwards, he thought to himself "Thou shiverest below by the fire, but how those up above must freeze and suffer!” And as he felt pity for them, he raised the ladder, and climbed up, unbound one of them after the other, and brought down all seven. Then he stirred the fire, blew it, and set them all round it to warm themselves. But they sat there and did not stir, and the fire caught their clothes. So he said, "Take care, or I will hang you up again.” The dead men, however, did not hear, but were quite silent, and let their rags go on burning. On this he grew angry, and said, "If you will not take care, I cannot help you, I will not be burnt with you,” and he hung them up again each in his turn. Then he sat down by his fire and fell asleep, and the next morning the man came to him and wanted to have the fifty thalers, and said, "Well, dost thou know how to shudder?” - "No,” answered he, "how was I to get to know? Those fellows up there did not open their mouths, and were so stupid that they let the few old rags which they had on their bodies get burnt.” Then the man saw that he would not get the fifty thalers that day, and went away saying, "One of this kind has never come my way before.”

The youth likewise went his way, and once more began to mutter to himself, "Ah, if I could but shudder! Ah, if I could but shudder!” A waggoner who was striding behind him heard that and asked, "Who are you?” - "I don’t know,” answered the youth. Then the waggoner asked, "From whence comest thou?” - "I know not.” - "Who is thy father?” - "That I may not tell thee.” - "What is it that thou art always muttering between thy teeth.” - "Ah,” replied the youth, "I do so wish I could shudder, but no one can teach me how to do it.” - "Give up thy foolish chatter,” said the waggoner. "Come, go with me, I will see about a place for thee.” The youth went with the waggoner, and in the evening they arrived at an inn where they wished to pass the night. Then at the entrance of the room the youth again said quite loudly, "If I could but shudder! If I could but shudder!” The host who heard this, laughed and said, "If that is your desire, there ought to be a good opportunity for you here.” - "Ah, be silent,” said the hostess, "so many inquisitive persons have already lost their lives, it would be a pity and a shame if such beautiful eyes as these should never see the daylight again.” But the youth said, "However difficult it may be, I will learn it and for this purpose indeed have I journeyed forth.” He let the host have no rest, until the latter told him, that not far from thence stood a haunted castle where any one could very easily learn what shuddering was, if he would but watch in it for three nights. The King had promised that he who would venture should have his daughter to wife, and she was the most beautiful maiden the sun shone on. Great treasures likewise lay in the castle, which were guarded by evil spirits, and these treasures would then be freed, and would make a poor man rich enough. Already many men had gone into the castle, but as yet none had come out again. Then the youth went next morning to the King and said if he were allowed he would watch three nights in the haunted castle. The King looked at him, and as the youth pleased him, he said, "Thou mayest ask for three things to take into the castle with thee, but they must be things without life.” Then he answered, "Then I ask for a fire, a turning lathe, and a cutting-board with the knife.”

The King had these things carried into the castle for him during the day. When night was drawing near, the youth went up and made himself a bright fire in one of the rooms, placed the cutting-board and knife beside it, and seated himself by the turning-lathe. "Ah, if I could but shudder!” said he, "but I shall not learn it here either.” Towards midnight he was about to poke his fire, and as he was blowing it, something cried suddenly from one corner, "Au, miau! how cold we are!” - "You simpletons!” cried he, "what are you crying about? If you are cold, come and take a seat by the fire and warm yourselves.” And when he had said that, two great black cats came with one tremendous leap and sat down on each side of him, and looked savagely at him with their fiery eyes. After a short time, when they had warmed themselves, they said, "Comrade, shall we have a game at cards?” - "Why not?” he replied, "but just show me your paws.” Then they stretched out their claws. "Oh,” said he, "what long nails you have! Wait, I must first cut them for you.” Thereupon he seized them by the throats, put them on the cutting-board and screwed their feet fast. "I have looked at your fingers,” said he, "and my fancy for card-playing has gone,” and he struck them dead and threw them out into the water. But when he had made away with these two, and was about to sit down again by his fire, out from every hole and corner came black cats and black dogs with red-hot chains, and more and more of them came until he could no longer stir, and they yelled horribly, and got on his fire, pulled it to pieces, and tried to put it out. He watched them for a while quietly, but at last when they were going too far, he seized his cutting-knife, and cried, "Away with ye, vermin,” and began to cut them down. Part of them ran away, the others he killed, and threw out into the fish-pond. When he came back he fanned the embers of his fire again and warmed himself. And as he thus sat, his eyes would keep open no longer, and he felt a desire to sleep. Then he looked round and saw a great bed in the corner. "That is the very thing for me,” said he, and got into it. When he was just going to shut his eyes, however, the bed began to move of its own accord, and went over the whole of the castle. "That’s right,” said he, "but go faster.” Then the bed rolled on as if six horses were harnessed to it, up and down, over thresholds and steps, but suddenly hop, hop, it turned over upside down, and lay on him like a mountain.

But he threw quilts and pillows up in the air, got out and said, "Now any one who likes, may drive,” and lay down by his fire, and slept till it was day. In the morning the King came, and when he saw him lying there on the ground, he thought the evil spirits had killed him and he was dead. Then said he, "After all it is a pity, he is a handsome man.” The youth heard it, got up, and said, "It has not come to that yet.” Then the King was astonished, but very glad, and asked how he had fared. "Very well indeed,” answered he; "one night is past, the two others will get over likewise.” Then he went to the innkeeper, who opened his eyes very wide, and said, "I never expected to see thee alive again! Hast thou learnt how to shudder yet?” - "No,” said he, "it is all in vain. If some one would but tell me.”

The second night he again went up into the old castle, sat down by the fire, and once more began his old song, "If I could but shudder.” When midnight came, an uproar and noise of tumbling about was heard; at first it was low, but it grew louder and louder. Then it was quiet for awhile, and at length with a loud scream, half a man came down the chimney and fell before him. "Hollo!” cried he, "another half belongs to this. This is too little!” Then the uproar began again, there was a roaring and howling, and the other half fell down likewise. "Wait,” said he, "I will just blow up the fire a little for thee.” When he had done that and looked round again, the two pieces were joined together, and a frightful man was sitting in his place. "That is no part of our bargain,” said the youth, "the bench is mine.” The man wanted to push him away; the youth, however, would not allow that, but thrust him off with all his strength, and seated himself again in his own place. Then still more men fell down, one after the other; they brought nine dead men’s legs and two skulls, and set them up and played at nine-pins with them. The youth also wanted to play and said "Hark you, can I join you?” - "Yes, if thou hast any money.” - "Money enough,” replied he, "but your balls are not quite round.” Then he took the skulls and put them in the lathe and turned them till they were round. "There, now, they will roll better!” said he. "Hurrah! Now it goes merrily!” He played with them and lost some of his money, but when it struck twelve, everything vanished from his sight. He lay down and quietly fell asleep. Next morning the King came to inquire after him. "How has it fared with you this time?” asked he. "I have been playing at nine-pins,” he answered, "and have lost a couple of farthings.” - "Hast thou not shuddered then?” - "Eh, what?” said he, "I have made merry. If I did but know what it was to shudder!”

The third night he sat down again on his bench and said quite sadly, "If I could but shudder.” When it grew late, six tall men came in and brought a coffin. Then said he, "Ha, ha, that is certainly my little cousin, who died only a few days ago,” and he beckoned with his finger, and cried "Come, little cousin, come.” They placed the coffin on the ground, but he went to it and took the lid off, and a dead man lay therein. He felt his face, but it was cold as ice. "Stop,” said he, "I will warm thee a little,” and went to the fire and warmed his hand and laid it on the dead man’s face, but he remained cold. Then he took him out, and sat down by the fire and laid him on his breast and rubbed his arms that the blood might circulate again. As this also did no good, he thought to himself "When two people lie in bed together, they warm each other,” and carried him to the bed, covered him over and lay down by him. After a short time the dead man became warm too, and began to move. Then said the youth, "See, little cousin, have I not warmed thee?” The dead man, however, got up and cried, "Now will I strangle thee.” - "What!” said he, "is that the way thou thankest me? Thou shalt at once go into thy coffin again,” and he took him up, threw him into it, and shut the lid. Then came the six men and carried him away again. "I cannot manage to shudder,” said he. "I shall never learn it here as long as I live.”

Then a man entered who was taller than all others, and looked terrible. He was old, however, and had a long white beard. "Thou wretch,” cried he, "thou shalt soon learn what it is to shudder, for thou shalt die.” - "Not so fast,” replied the youth. "If I am to die, I shall have to have a say in it.” - "I will soon seize thee,” said the fiend. "Softly, softly, do not talk so big. I am as strong as thou art, and perhaps even stronger.” - "We shall see,” said the old man. "If thou art stronger, I will let thee go - come, we will try.” Then he led him by dark passages to a smith’s forge, took an axe, and with one blow struck an anvil into the ground. "I can do better than that,” said the youth, and went to the other anvil. The old man placed himself near and wanted to look on, and his white beard hung down. Then the youth seized the axe, split the anvil with one blow, and struck the old man’s beard in with it. "Now I have thee,” said the youth. "Now it is thou who will have to die.” Then he seized an iron bar and beat the old man till he moaned and entreated him to stop, and he would give him great riches. The youth drew out the axe and let him go. The old man led him back into the castle, and in a cellar showed him three chests full of gold. "Of these,” said he, "one part is for the poor, the other for the king, the third is thine.” In the meantime it struck twelve, and the spirit disappeared; the youth, therefore, was left in darkness. "I shall still be able to find my way out,” said he, and felt about, found the way into the room, and slept there by his fire. Next morning the King came and said "Now thou must have learnt what shuddering is?” - "No,” he answered; "what can it be? My dead cousin was here, and a bearded man came and showed me a great deal of money down below, but no one told me what it was to shudder.” - "Then,” said the King, "thou hast delivered the castle, and shalt marry my daughter.” - "That is all very well,” said he, "but still I do not know what it is to shudder.”

Then the gold was brought up and the wedding celebrated; but howsoever much the young king loved his wife, and however happy he was, he still said always "If I could but shudder - if I could but shudder.” And at last she was angry at this. Her waiting-maid said, "I will find a cure for him; he shall soon learn what it is to shudder.” She went out to the stream which flowed through the garden, and had a whole bucketful of gudgeons brought to her. At night when the young king was sleeping, his wife was to draw the clothes off him and empty the bucketful of cold water with the gudgeons in it over him, so that the little fishes would sprawl about him. When this was done, he woke up and cried "Oh, what makes me shudder so? What makes me shudder so, dear wife? Ah! now I know what it is to shudder!”



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Puss in Boots

Chapter 1

Once upon a time there was a poor miller. He lived in a small house, together with his three sons. The miller worked at the mill, and his sons helped him. The miller had no horse. He used his donkey to bring wheat from the fields.
The years went by. The miller grew old and died. His sons decided to divide their father's things among themselves. That was easy: he had almost nothing to leave to his sons. Only his mill, his donkey and his cat.
"I'm going to take the mill," said the miller's oldest son.
"I'm going to take the donkey," said the second.
"And what about me?" asked the youngest son.
"You? You can take the cat," laughed his brothers.
The young fellow was very much upset. He went out of the house and sat down on the bench.
"Oh, well," he said in a sad voice. "My brothers have the mill and the donkey. They can put them together and make enough money to live an honest life. But what can I do? I can eat the cat, and I can make a hat out of his fur. But then I have nothing. I can die of hunger."
The Cat was sitting on the bench too. He was trying not to listen to his master. But of course he heard all his words. And he didn't like them at all. He put on a serious face and said:
"Don't look so sad, Master. I'm not a bad thing. And I am more useful to you alive than dead. I can prove that."
"How so?" asked the Cat's master.
"All you have to do is to give me a bag, and get a pair of boots. Such as gentlemen wear in the woods. I'm going to show you that you're lucky to have me."
"It's unusual that a cat can speak at all," the miller's son said to him¬self. But then he started thinking. "This cat's very good at catching rats and mice. He played so many cun¬ning tricks on them. He never came home without a rat or a mouse. He could hide in the wheat, or pretend to be dead. Perhaps, he can help me after all."
"OK," he said to the Cat. "I'm going now to order the boots."

To be continued...

 
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