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Pavel Bazhov is best known for his collection of fairy tales The Malachite Box, based on Ural folklore and published in the Soviet Union in 1939. In 1944, the translation of the collection into English was published in New York City and London. Later Sergei Prokofiev created the ballet The Tale of the Stone Flower based on one of the …

One day two of the men from our village went to take a look at the hay. Their meadows were quite a bit of a way off. Somewhere the other side of Severushka. It was a Sunday and real hot. That sort of fine weather you get after rain. Both of them worked in the mines, on Gumeshky. They got …

Fight, Manju, Fight!: Sigrun Srivastav – Manjula Parelkar knew she was no Hussain. She could never be, not with those hands of hers, those claw-like malformed fingers, just two of them, two on each hand. Why her hands too? Wasn’t it enough that her feet were deformed; ending in two massive moon-shaped toes pointing at each other, the hard nails …

Neeraj was going to the market to buy vegetables when he saw a crowd of boys jumping and laughing. As he drew near he recognised two of them – Kartik and Ahmed – the notorious bullies of his class. Kartik was sitting on his haunches holding a black puppy while Ahmed was tying a string to its tail. To the …

Twelve year old Anil had just finished his breakfast when he heard his name being called. He came out. It was Azhar his best friend. “Have you heard Anil?” “Heard what Ajju?” Anil sighed and asked. It was Azhar’s habit to start every conversation with a question. “Someone is trying to destroy our Park and build a shopping complex in …

Bibiji, my neighbour, a warm, attractive woman in her early thirties, is fond of odd, macabre stories, most of which have their setting in her village near Mathura (Uttar Pradesh, India). The other night Bibiji launched into an account of various types of ghosts she had known – the ghosts of immoral women – churels -who appeared naked with their …

“Come on Anmol, you can do it”, shouted Rohan. Anmol and Rohan were class six students of Saint Francis High School. The inter-house cross country for the junior group was in its last phase. Anmol, who was in Shivaji House, had completed the stretch from the school canteen, the starting point of the race, to the Stadium. Now all that …

Many years ago the tiger did not have black stripes on his tanned body. Very few people know the secret story behind the appearance of these stripes. Once, long ago, a monkey had a birthday party and invited many of his friends, rabbit, squirrel, cat, dog, bear and of course, his best friend tiger. Monkey had decorated his house beautifully, …

Simile was an effervescent little cat who enjoyed laughing and giggling. She even laughed through her own troubles and did not need any company to ease her pain. On a Sunday morning, while she was going to market, Whitey cat met her on the way. She admired Smile’s red hat and asked if she could spare that hat for her. …

“Chandu wait. Let’s celebrate our victory,” Abdul requested. “I’ll just be back – I must tell Baba the news. It was his training that helped me win against the New English School Giants in the Kabaddi finals,” screamed Chandu. “I know, it was your stamina and speed that really worked,” Abdul said, “Thanks to Baba.” Chandu rushed home, “Baba, Baba! …