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Let yourself be swept away by these classic tales of hope and courage!!

- Classic tales (short stories and poems) of hope and courage from the 19th and 20th centuries

Annotated for modern listeners

The third entry in the Classic Tales series, joining "Classic Tales of Horror" and "Classic Tales of Christmas"

For adventure fans of all ages, these stories are guaranteed to intrigue, delight, and sometimes take you by surprise!

Fleete, a relative newcomer to India, becomes extremely drunk on New Year's Eve and on the way home desecrates the temple of the monkey-god Hanuman, by stubbing out his cigar on the statue of the deity. A mysterious leper appears and bites Fleete on the chest, leaving a strange mark. Another priest warns Fleete that Hanuman has not yet finished with him.During the next day, Fleete's behaviour becomes stranger and stranger. He gnaws ravenously on raw meat, grovels in the earth of the garden and begins to howl like a wolf.

While he may be less known for poetry, author Rudyard Kipling's "The Ballad of Clampherdown" is a yarn of seafaring conflict that chronicles the progression of losing a ship to war. Another great listen, another great tale. Narrated by Glenn Hascall.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

This is a story from the Just So Stories collection.

When Deesa the mahout wants to go on a drinking spree for ten days, he entrusts his beloved elephant Moti Guj to another mahout for the period. The elephant is well aware of the number of days that he is to serve under his temporary master. When Deesa loses track of time and fails to show up on the eleventh morning, Moti Guj enacts his own very effective protest.

Rovno cherez pjat' nedel' na Krasnom more stalo tak zharko, chto zhiteli sbrosili s sebja vsju svoju odezhdu. Ognepoklonnik tozhe snjal so svoej golovy shapku, a nosorog skinul s sebja kozhu i, perebrosiv ejo cherez plecho, spustilsja k beregu; on zadumal vykupat'sja. V te dni kozha jeta zastjogivalas' u nego pod sheej na tri pugovicy i ochen' pohodila na nepromokaemoe pal'to.

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!

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.

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.

Ochen'-ochen' davno na svete zhil pervobytnyj chelovek. Zhil on v prostoj peshhere, ne nosil pochti nikakoj odezhdy, ne umel ni chitat', ni pisat', da emu sovsem i ne hotelos' uchit'sja chitat' ili pisat'. Chelovek jetot ne chuvstvoval sebja sovershenno schastlivym tol'ko v to vremja, kogda on byval goloden. Zvali ego, moja ljubimaja, Tegumaj Bopsulaj, i jeto imja znachilo: "chelovek, kotoryj ne speshit". No my s toboj budem ego zvat' prosto Tegumaj; tak koroche.

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.

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.

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.