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An entertaining collection of fairytales for bedtime.

Ein Pferderennen ist immer ein besonderes Spektakel, aber in Indien ist damit noch eine gute Portion Schwindel verbunden. "Shackles" ist ein ungewöhnliches Rennpferd und bricht alle Rekorde, kann diesem Siegeszug ein Ende gesetzt werden?

As the invention of the automobile enabled quicker travel and enhanced the lives of the early motorists, it also gave new impetus to a generation of story writers. Automobiles were unusual, unfamiliar beasts. They combined speed and danger with an uncanny ability to break down at unexpected moments, catapulting the unhappy traveller into new adventures, or thusting mystery strangers onto the inhabitants of remote houses.

A collection of seven classic short stories in which felines play a central role. Includes: "Tobermory the Cat That Walked by Himself", "The Vampire Cat", "The Young Man Who Stroked Cats", "A Cargo of Cat", "The Black Cat", and "The Paradise of Cats".

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.

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.

Teper', moja ljubimaja, ja rasskazhu tebe o tom, chto sluchilos' v davno-davno proshedshie vremena. Tak vot, v jeti dalekie vremena zhil da byl koljuchka-ezhik, zhil na beregah bol'shoj burnoj reki Amazonki, gde poedal ulitok v rakovinah, sliznjakov i tomu podobnye veshhi. On byl ochen' druzhen s tihonej-cherepahoj, kotoraja tozhe zhila na beregu Amazonki, ela listiki zelenogo latuka i drugie rastenija. Nu, znachit, vse bylo v porjadke, pravda, moja ljubimaja.

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".

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.

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.

Narrator and actor Glenn Hascall slips into character to describe this Rudyard Kipling tale of how the Leopard got his spots. One need not be a youngster to enjoy this short story.

A vintage collection of some of the greatest short stories ever written