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Written by Rudyard Kipling, the popular British Victorian writer, these origin stories are fantasized tales written with a delightful sense of whimsy that charms adults and children alike. These excellent readings by Ghizela Rowe & Tim Graham make it abundantly clear why they have become such special classics that continue to tantalize and excite the imagination.

This collection of short stories contains several gothic tales to bear macabre and chilling witness to writers as diverse as HP Lovecraft, Rudyard Kipling and Edith Nesbit. These tales are designed to unsettle you, just a little, as you sit back, and take in their words as they lead you on a walk to places you’d perhaps rather not visit on your own. Our stories are “Reanimator” by H. P. Lovecraft, “The End of the Passage” by Rudyard Kipling and “From the Dead” by Edith Nesbit.

Christmas, they say, comes but once a year. In these days it seems to also last for much of that year - but this volume is not just for Christmas! For the religious amongst us, this annual celebration of the Birth of Christ must seem bitter sweet: it's acknowledgment by billions of people countered by the pervasive spread of material possessions translating the event to little more than a sales pitch for material wares.

The role of Fathers has changed much over the course of centuries. Men are now better suited to a role of co-parent in this modern age rather than the stilted, slightly aloof figure of times past. Being a Father is, of course, both a blessing and a burden. This modern day parenting in a frenetic fast changing world has to be both learnt and adapted from some inner well of memory from generations past as well as on the job experience.

This collection of short stories contains several gothic tales to bear macabre and chilling witness to writers as diverse as Rudyard Kipling, Guy De Maupassant, Edgar Allan Poe, Arnold Bennett, Daniel Defoe, Edith Nesbit and M.R. James. These tales are designed to unsettle you, just a little, while you sit back, and take in their words as they lead you on a walk to places you’d perhaps rather not visit on your own. Our stories include "My Own True Ghost Story" by Rudyard Kipling, "The Horla" by Guy De Maupassant, and more.

This second volume of poetry for Mother's Day further explores that key relationship with our Mother through the verse of many of our greatest poets. The relationship with our Mother is one of the most powerful many of us will ever feel. It rivals those with our children and partners in a way that both permeates and challenges how and on what terms we live our lives. A woman giving birth is not only bringing life into the World, she is doing so, usually, at great pain to herself.

June - the sixth month of the year in our Gregorian calendar and the official byginning of summer. The days stretch to their longest, and many subjects and thoughts fill the minds of our poets, such as Dryden, Levy, Raleigh, Blunt and Dickenson, as they describy the warming days.

Izdanie soderzhit polnyj tekst samogo znamenitogo proizvedenija "Kniga dzhunglej" i prodolzhenie - "Vtoraja kniga dzhunglej" velikogo anglijskogo pisatelja - prozaika i pojeta, laureata Nobelevskoj premii po literature (1907) Dzhozefa Red'jarda Kiplinga (1865-1936). Obe knigi vkljuchajut v sebja neskol'ko rasskazov v pouchitel'noj manere. Glavnye geroi - zhivotnye. Maugli - rasskaz o mal'chike, kotorogo vospitala staja volkov.

V te daljokie dni, kogda vse sushhestva tol'ko chto nachali zhit' na zemle, moja ljubimaja, leopard poselilsja v pustynnom meste, kotoroe nazyvalos' Vysokij Fel'dt. Zamet': jeto ne byl Nizkij Fel'dt, ili Lesistyj Fel'dt, ili Gornyj Fel'dt; net, leopard zhil v sovershenno goloj, unyloj, znojnoj, zalitoj sijajushhimi luchami solnca pustyne, nazyvavshejsja Vysokim Fel'dtom. Mestnost' jetu pokryval pesok, skaly odnogo cveta s peskom i redkie kusty zheltovatoj travy.

V samye starodavnie vremena, moja kroshechka, vo vremena, kotorye byli ran'she staryh vremen, slovom, v samom nachale mira, zhil staryj, samyj staryj volshebnik i peredelyval po-svoemu vse, chto togda bylo. Sperva on sdelal zemlju, potom more, potom velel zhivotnym sobrat'sja i nachat' igrat'. Zhivotnye prishli i skazali: "O, starejshij i velikij volshebnik, kak nam igrat'?" I on otvetil im: "Ja skazhu kak".

V samye pervye gody, davnym-davno, vsja zemlja byla noven'kaja, tol'ko chto sdelannaja. Zhivotnye s pervyh zhe dnej stali sluzhit' Cheloveku. No v Uzhasno Unyloj Pustyne zhil Uzhasno Unylyj Verbljud, kotoryj i ne dumal rabotat'. On el suhie koljuchki, zhestkie vetki, tamarisk, ternovnik i koru, no rabotat' ni za chto ne hotel - takoj bessovestnyj bezdel'nik i lentjaj! I chto by ni govorili emu, on na vse otvechal: - Grrb!

Teper', moja ljubimaja, ty uznaesh', chto cherez nedelju posle togo, kak Tefimaj Metallumaj (my po-prezhnemu budem nazyvat' ee Tefi) sdelala bol'shuju oshibku otnositel'no ostrogi, chuzhogo cheloveka, pis'ma-kartinki i vsego ostal'nogo, ona opjat' poshla s Tegumaem lovit' karpov. Teshumaj Tevindroj hotela, chtoby Tefi ostalas' doma i pomogla ej razvesit' na zherdjah zverinye kozhi, no Tefi rano ubezhala k svoemu otcu, i oni prinjalis' lovit' rybu.

Detskij radiospektakl' "Maugli" - po motivam znamenityh rasskazov "Kniga dzhunglej" anglijskogo pisatelja Red'jarda Kiplinga. Malen'kij mal'chik popadaet v dzhungli, v volch'ju sem'ju. On prigljanulsja materi-volchice. Ona nazvala ego Maugli (ljagushonok) i zashhitila ot tigra-ljudoeda Sher-Hana, schitavshego ego svoej dobychej. Volki vskormili i vospitali chelovecheskogo detjonysha. Sem'ja zhivjot v stae, kotoraja upravljaetsja zakonom dzhunglej.

Izdanie soderzhit zamechatel'nyj rasskaz o zhivotnyh velikogo anglijskogo pisatelja - prozaika i pojeta, laureata Nobelevskoj premii po literature (1907) Dzhozefa Red'jarda Kiplinga (1865-1936). Jetot rasskaz vhodit v znamenityj sbornik "Vtoraja Kniga Dzhunglej" (1895 g.).

Slushaj, moja detochka, slushaj horoshen'ko; ja rasskazhu tebe novuju chudesnuju skazku, ona sovsem ne pohozha na moi ostal'nye. Ja rasskazhu tebe ob jetom mudrom pravitele, kotorogo zvali Sulejman-Ben-Daud; jeto znachit Solomon, syn Davida.Ob jetom Sulejman-Ben-Daude sostavleno trista pjat'desjat pjat' rasskazov; no moja istorija ne iz ih chisla. Ja ne stanu govorit' pro pigalicu, kotoraja nashla vodu, ili pro udoda, kotoryj svoimi krylyshkami zashhitil Sulejmana ot solnechnogo znoja.

Nu, moja milaja detochka, teper' slushaj horoshen'ko-horoshen'ko, potomu chto vse, chto ja rasskazhu sejchas, proizoshlo i sluchilos', kogda nashi domashnie zhivotnye byli eshhe dikimi. Sobaka byla dikoj, loshad' byla dikoj, korova byla dikoj, ovca byla dikoj, svin'ja byla dikoj; vse oni byli sovsem-sovsem dikimi zhivotnymi i rashazhivali po syrym, dikim lesam, sovsem odni, gde im vzdumaetsja. No samym dikim iz vseh dikih zhivotnyh byl kot. On razgulival odin, gde hotel, i vse mesta byli dlja nego odinakovy.

Nashemu staromu kenguru bylo vechno zharko; no v te vremena, o kotoryh ja govorju, on byl sovsem drugim zver'kom i begal na chetyreh koroten'kih nogah. Shkurka u nego byla seraja, pushistaja, i on otlichalsja gordym nravom. Stranno, on bol'she vsego gordilsja tem, chto tanceval na gornoj ploshhadke v centre Avstralii.

V starodavnie vremena v more zhil Kit. Zhil i el rybu, vsjakuju raznuju rybu: tresku i kambalu, plotvu i makrel', shhuk i skatov, minog i lovkih v'junov ugrej. El on takzhe morskih zvjozd i krabov i vsjo, vsjo, vsjo, chto tol'ko emu popadalos'. Na vseh-to, na vseh ryb, na vseh morskih zhivotnyh, kotoryh Kit zamechal, on kidalsja i, otkryv ogromnuju past', hvatal ih. Am - i gotovo! Nakonec Kit s#el reshitel'no vseh ryb vo vseh morjah.

Izdanie soderzhit zamechatel'nyj rasskaz o zhivotnyh velikogo anglijskogo pisatelja - prozaika i pojeta, laureata Nobelevskoj premii po literature (1907) Dzhozefa Red'jarda Kiplinga (1865-1936). Jetot rasskaz vhodit v znamenityj sbornik "Kniga Dzhunglej" (1894 g). "Malen'kij Tumai" - istorija slona Kala Naga i ego pogonshhika malen'kogo Tumai. Istorija preodolenija sebja, svoego straha, istorija stanovlenija haraktera, istorija vozniknovenija druzhby mezhdu slonom i chelovekom...

Mnogo-mnogo let tomu nazad, moja ljubimaja, u slona ne bylo hobota - tol'ko chernovatyj tolstyj nos, velichinoj s sapog; pravda, slon mog povorachivat' ego iz storony v storonu, no ne podnimal im nikakih veshhej. V jeto zhe vremja zhil na svete ochen' molodoj slon, slon-ditja. On byl strashno ljubopyten, a potomu vechno vsem zadaval razlichnye voprosy. Zhil on v Afrike, i nikto v jetoj obshirnoj strane ne mog nasytit' ego ljubopytstva.