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Bengali ebook pdf Collect All type of Bengali books in pdf. Prabodh Kumar Sanyal. They all thought that he was long ago dead and his corpse burnt. With the consent of her husband and of his friend she disguised herself as a female barber. Like every female barber she took a bundle containing the following articles: She declared herself to be a barber, and expressed a desire to see the Suo queen, who readily gave her an interview.

The queen was quite taken up with the two little boys, who, she declared, strongly reminded her of her darling Dalim Kumar. Tears fell profusely from her eyes at the recollection of her lost treasure; but she of course had not the remotest idea that the two little boys were the sons of her own dear Dalim.

She told the supposed barber that she did not require her services, as, since the death of her son, she had given up all terrestrial vanities, and among others the practice of dyeing her feet red; but she added that, nevertheless, she would be glad now and then to see her and her two fine boys. The female barber, for so we must now call her, then went to the quarters of the Duo queen and offered her services. The queen allowed her to pare her nails, to scrape off the superfluous flesh of her feet, and to paint them withalakta and was so pleased with her skill, and the sweetness of her disposition, that she ordered her to wait upon her periodically.

The queen said that it was impossible for her to part with that particular necklace, for it was the best and most valuable of all her jewels. The boy stopped crying and held the necklace tight in his hand.

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As the female barber after she had done her work was about to go away, the queen wanted the necklace back. But the boy would not part with it. When his mother attempted to snatch it from him, he wept bitterly, and showed as if his heart would break. When he falls asleep after drinking his milk, which he is sure to do in the course of an hour, I will carefully bring it back to you.

Thus possessed of the treasure on which the life of her husband depended, the woman went with breathless haste to the garden-house and presented the necklace to Dalim, who had been restored to life. Their joy knew no bounds, and by the advice of their friend they determined the next day to go to the palace in state, and present themselves to the king and the Suo queen.

Due preparations were made; an elephant, richly caparisoned, was brought for the prince Dalim Kumar, a pair of ponies for the two little boys, and a chaturdala6furnished with curtains of gold lace for the princess.

Word was sent to the king and the Suo queen that the prince Dalim Kumar was not only alive, but that he was coming to visit his royal parents with his wife and sons. The king and Suo queen could hardly believe in the report, but being assured of its truth they were entranced with joy; while the Duo queen, anticipating the disclosure of all her wiles, became overwhelmed with grief.

The procession of Dalim Kumar, which was attended by a band of musicians, approached the palace-gate; and the king and Suo queen went out to receive their long-lost son. It is needless to say that their joy was intense. Dalim then related all the circumstances connected with his death. The king, inflamed with rage, ordered the Duo queen into his presence. A large hole, as deep as the height of a man, was dug in the ground. The Duo queen was put into it in a standing posture.

Prickly thorn was heaped around her up to the crown of her head; and in this manner she was buried alive. They loved each other dearly; they sat together, they stood up together, they walked together, they ate together, they slept together, they got up together. So one day they set out on their journey.

Though very rich, the one being the son of a king and the other the son of his chief minister, they did not take any servants with them; they went by themselves on horseback. The horses were beautiful to look at; they were pakshirajes, or kings of birds. They passed through extensive plains covered with paddy; through cities, towns, and villages; through waterless, treeless deserts; through dense forests which were the abode of the tiger and the bear.

One evening they were overtaken by night in a region where human habitations were not seen; and as it was getting darker and darker, they dismounted beneath a lofty tree, tied their horses to its trunk, and, climbing up, sat on its branches covered with thick foliage. The tree grew near a large tank, the water of which was as clear as the eye of a crow.

They sometimes chatted together in whispers on account of the lonely terrors of the region; they sometimes sat demurely silent for some minutes; and anon they were falling into a doze, when their attention was arrested by a terrible sight.

A sound like the rush of many waters was heard from the middle of the tank. A huge serpent was seen leaping up from under the water with its hood of enormous size.

It shone like a thousand diamonds. It lit up the tank, its embankments, and the objects round about. The serpent doffed the jewel from its crest and threw it on the ground, and then it went about hissing in search of food. The two friends sitting on the tree greatly admired the wonderful brilliant, shedding ineffable lustre on everything around. They had never before seen anything like it; they had only heard of it as equalling the treasures of seven kings.

Their admiration, however, was soon changed into sorrow and fear; for the serpent came hissing to the foot of the tree on the branches of which they were seated, and swallowed up, one by one, the horses tied to the trunk.

They feared that they themselves would be the next victims, when, to their infinite relief, the gigantic cobra turned away from the tree, and went about roaming to a great distance.

He had heard that the only way to hide the brilliant light of the jewel was to cover it with cow-dung or horse-dung, a quantity of which latter article he perceived lying at the foot of the tree.

He came down from the tree softly, picked up the horse-dung, threw it upon the precious stone, and again climbed into the tree.

The serpent, not perceiving the light of its head-jewel, rushed with great fury to the spot where it had been left. Its hissings, groans, and convulsions were terrible.

It went round and round the jewel covered with horse-dung, and then breathed its last. The mighty serpent lay there perfectly lifeless. When all the horse-dung had been washed off, the jewel shone as brilliantly as before.

It lit up the entire bed of the tank, and exposed to their view the innumerable fishes swimming about in the waters.

But what was their astonishment when they saw, by the light of the jewel, in the bottom of the tank, the lofty walls of what seemed a magnificent palace. The venturesome son of the minister proposed to the prince that they should dive into the waters and get at the palace below. The gate was open. They saw no being, human or superhuman.

They went inside the gate, and saw a beautiful garden laid out on the ample grounds round about the house which was in the centre. The rose with its many varieties, the jessamine, thebel, the mallika, the king of smells, the lily of the valley, the Champaka, and a thousand other sorts of sweet-scented flowers were there. And of each of these flowers there seemed to be a large number. Here were a hundred rose-bushes, there many acres covered with the delicious jessamine, while yonder were extensive plantations of all sorts of flowers.

As all the plants were begemmed with flowers, and as the flowers were in full bloom, the air was loaded with rich perfume. It was a wilderness of sweets. Through this paradise of perfumery they proceeded towards the house, which was surrounded by banks of lofty trees. They stood at the door of the house. It was a fairy palace. The walls were of burnished gold, and here and there shone diamonds of dazzling hue which were stuck into the walls. They did not meet with any beings, human or other.

They went inside, which was richly furnished.

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They went from room to room, but they did not see any one. It seemed to be a deserted house. At last, however, they found in one room a young lady lying down, apparently in sleep, on a bed of golden framework. She was of exquisite beauty; her complexion was a mixture of red and white; and her age was apparently about sixteen. On seeing the strangers she said: Begone, begone! This is the abode of a mighty serpent, which has devoured my father, my mother, my brothers, and all my relatives; I am the only one of my family that he has spared.

Flee for your lives, or else the serpent will put you both in its capacious maw. She thanked the strangers for delivering her from the infernal serpent, and begged of them to live in the house, and never to desert her. The snake-.

One day, while the prince was sleeping after his noonday meal, the princess, who had never seen the upper regions, felt the desire of visiting them, and the rather as the snake-jewel, which alone could give her safe conduct through the waters, was at that moment shedding its bright effulgence in the room.

She took up the jewel in her hand, left the palace, and successfully reached the upper world. No mortal caught her sight. When the prince woke up, she did not tell him a word about her adventure. The following day at the same hour, when her husband was asleep, she paid a second visit to the upper world, and went back unnoticed by mortal man. As success made her bold, she repeated her adventure a third time.

It so chanced that on that day the son of the Rajah, in whose territories the tank was situated, was out on a hunting excursion, and had pitched his tent not far from the place. She rose up from the waters, gazed around, and seeing a man and a woman on the banks again went down. He had never seen such a beauty. She seemed to him to be one of those deva-kanyas.

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Abela Publishing Kategoria: Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na: Dlaczego warto? Przeczytaj fragment w darmowej aplikacji Legimi na: Ebooka przeczytasz na: Pobierz fragment dostosowany na: Originally narrated in Bengali, at the behest of Richard Temple, to whom this book is dedicated, Rev. Behari Day translated them into English for a Western audience. These stories are further brought to life through the 32 colour illustrations by Warrick Goble, adding a welcome dimension to the stories, making it easier to imagine the settings for the characters and stories contained herein.

Stories have also been purloined from Brahmans, barbers, servants and other sources. Bengali folklore constitutes a considerable portion of Bengali literature. In Bengali society, as with most ancient societies, folk literature became a collective product. It also assumes the traditions, emotions, thoughts and values of the community. In turn his Gammer Grandmother heard these as a little girl at the knee of her old grandmother, reputed to be a good story-teller.

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This means these stories have been told and passed down for no less than 5 generations before the author heard them, which takes us back to at least AD - if not earlier. Books AbelaPublishing. Who will protect you?

What thing, mamma? Nothing particular, my darling; I only want to know in what your life is. What is that, mamma?The department is highly glorified for its academic brilliance achieved by the former renowned and devoted teachers, like Prof. Symbolically, this winds them up securely to one another. The author's clarity and consistency of purpose force one to reflect on the problematic nature of working-class history and the difficulties involved in its conceptualization and writing.

The king, though he did not love her so well as his other queen, was in duty bound to visit her in her illness. As she had been fasting the whole day the prince hospitably entertained her. A banquet is held to treat the guests, who lavish gifts on the new bride.

They passed through extensive plains covered with paddy; through cities, towns, and villages; through waterless, treeless deserts; through dense forests which were the abode of the tiger and the bear.

I heard many more stories than those contained in the following pages; but I rejected a great many, as they appeared to me to contain spurious additions to the original stories which I had heard when a boy. Many prominent short story attached in this book. Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay.