to the little girl he was a figure to be feared and avoided. Every morning before going to work he come into her room and give her a casual kiss, to which she responded with goodbye, father . And oh, there was a glad sense of relief when She heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter down the long road!

 In the evening when he come home she stood near the  staircase and heard his loud voice in the hell. My tea into the drawing room... Hasn "t the paper come yet? Mother, go and see my papers out their - and bring me my slippers.

Kezia, mother world call to her , if you re a good girl, you can come down and take off fathers boots. Slowly the girl world   slip down the stairs, more slowly still across the hall, and push open the drawing room door.

By that time he had his spectacles on and looked at her over the way that was toterrifying the little girl.

Well, kezia, hurry up pull off and these boots and take tthem outside. Have you been a good girl today?

A House is Not a Home

My first here of high School felt awkward. After leaving junior high at the head of my class with all the seniority the upper levels could afford me, it felt strange starting over as a freshman. The school was twice as big as my old school, and to make matters worse, my closest friends were sent to a different high school. I felt very isolated.

I missed my old teachers so much that I hold go back and visit them. They world encourage me to get involved in a school activies so that I could meet new prople. They told me that in time I world abjust and probably end up loving my new schoolmore than I had my old one. They made me promise that when that happened I would still came by but I took some come fort in it nonetheless.

One Sunday afternoon, note long after I had  started high school, I was  sitting at home at our dining room table doing homework. It was a cold and windy fall day. And we had a fire going in aurfireplace. As usual, my red tabby  cat was lying on top of all my papers.

The Beggar 

Kind sir, have:, turn your attention to a poor, hungry man! for three days I have had nothing to eat:, I haven,t five copecks for a lodging I swear it before God. For eight years I was a village school teacher and then I lost my place throgh intriues.I fell a victim to calumny. It is a year now  Since I have had anything to do.

The advocate, Serhei, looked at the ragged, fawn -coloured overcoat of the suppliant, at the red spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this man somewhere before.

 I have now had an offer of a position in the province of kaluga, the mendicant went on, but I haven, t the money to get there. Help me kindly, I am ashamed to ask, but -I am obliged to by circumstances.

Sersei, s eyes fell on the man, overshoes, one of which was high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.

 In the Kingdom of fools

In The Kingdom of fools, both the king and the Minister were idiots. They didn,t plant things like other kings, so they decided to change night into day and day into night. They orered that everyone should be awake at night, till their fields and run their businesses only after Drak , and go to bed us soon as the sun come up. Anyone who disobeyed would be punished with death. The people did as they were told for fear of death. The king and the Minister were deilighted at the success of their project. One day gurn and his disciple arrived in the City. It was a beautiful city. It was broad day night, but there was no one about. Everyone was asleep, not a mouse stirring. even the cattle had beentaught to sleep by day. The two Strangers were amazed by what they saw around them and wandered around town till evening. When suddenly the whole town work up and went about its nightly business.

 The two men were hungry. Now that the Shops were open, theygroceries. to buy some to their astonishment, they found that everything cost the some, a single duddu- they bought a measure of rice or a bunch of Bananas, it cost a  duddy. gurn and his disciple were delighted they had neverheard of aby things like this.they could buy all the food they wanted for a eupee.

     kathmandu

​​​​​​I  get a cheap room in the centre of town and sleep for house. The next morning, with Mr  Shah,s son and nephew, I visit the two Temples in Kathmandu that are most sacred to Hindu 's and Buddhists.

At Pashupatinath ( outside which a sing proclaims Entrance for the Hindus only ) there is anmosphere of febrile confusion.priests, hawkers, devotees, tourists, cows, monkeys, pigeons dogs roam ​​​​​​ through the grounds. We offer a few flowers. There are So many worshippers that some people trying to get the priest,s attention are elbowed asied by othets pushing their way to the front. A princess of the Nepalese rou downal house appears : ,every one bows and makes way. by the main Gate, a party of soffron-clad Westerners struggle for permission to entre. The police man is not convinced that they are the Hindus ( only Hindus are allowed to enter the temple,)A fight breaks between two monkeys. One other other, who jumps into a shivalinga, then screamingruns around the temples and down theriver, the hole Bagmati, that flows  below. A corpse is baking cremated on its bank :,washer women are their work and children bathe. From a  balcony a basket of flowers and leaves, offerings now wilted is dropped into the river. 

Iswaran The Storyteller

The story was  narrated  to Ganesh by a  young  man, Mahendre by name. He was junior supervisor in a firm which offered on hire supervisors at various types of construction sites:factories, bridges dams, and so on. Mahendra,s job was to keep an eye on the activities at the work site. He had to keep moving from place to place every now and then as ordered by his head office: from a coal mining area to a railway bridge construction site, from there after a few mouths to a chemical plant which was coming up somewhere.

 He was a bachelor his needs were simply and he was able to adjust himself to all kinds of odd conditions, Whether it was an ill-  equipped an circuity house or a makeshift canvas tent in the middle of a stone quarry.But one asset he had was his cook, lswaran. The cook was quite attached to Mahendra and follo wed him uncomplainingly wherever was posted. He cooked  for Mahendra, washed his clothes and chatted away with his master at night. He could  endless stories and  anecdotes on varied subjects.

The Last Leaf

sue and Johnsy, two young artist, shared a small flat. The flat was on the  third storey  of an old house.

 Johnsy fell very seriously ill in November. She had pneumonia. She world Lie in her bed without moving, just gazing out of the window. Sue, her friend, become very worried she sent for the doctor. Although he come every day there was nochange in johnsy, s condition.

 One day the doctor took Sue asied and asked her, Is anything  worrying johnsy? No, replied Sue.But why do you ask?

The doctor said johnsy, it seems, has made her mind that she is not going to gat well. If She doesn, t what to live, medicines will not help her.

Sue tried her best to make johnsy take an interest in things around her. She talked about clothes and fashions, but johnsy did not respond.

The Shehnai of Bismillah Khan

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Emperor Aurabgzeb banned  the playing of a musibcal instrument called Pungi in the royal residence for it had a shrill unpleasant sound. Pungi become the generic name for   reeded noismakers. Few had thought that it would one day be revived. A barber of a family of professional musicians,Who had access to the royal palace, decided to improve the tonal quality of the pungi.He chose a pipe with a natural hollow stem that was longer and broader then the pungi, and made seven holes on the body of the pipe. When he  played on it, closing and opening some of these holes, soft and melodious sounds were produced. He played in instrument before royalty and everyone was imprssced. The instrument So different Tom and Pungi had to be giving a new name. as the story goes, sign it was played in first in the shah, s chambers and was trading by a nai (barber), the instrument was named The Shehnai.

 Chandra Shekhar Azad 

 Chandra Shekhar Azad,popularly known as Azad. Was one of the most  fearless and greatest freedom fighters of India. He, son of  pandit Sitaram tiwari and jagrani Devi. Was bron on 23rd July 1906, in village Bhavra in jhabua district of Madhya pradesh.

He received his education in Bhavra. For further education he went to the Sanskerit pathshala at Varanasi. he was a great worshipper of Lord Hanuman. Once he disguised himself as a priest in a Hanuman Temple to escape from the clutches of the British police.

Mahatma Gandhi

 In India we call Mahatma Gandhi. Bapu,or RashtraPita. He is full name was Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. He was born on 2nd October,1869 at Porbandar in kathiawad Gujarat. His father's name was Karamchand Gandhi. His mother,s name was Putlibai. His wife was Kasturba Gandhi.

 Gandhiji lived the life of a common man and kept himself away from luxuries. He was very honesy and truthful from childhood. Mansi Read the story of shravana Kumar. Shravana used to carry is old and blind parents in baskets  slung on a bamboo yoke Gandhiji was deeply touched by his devotion towards his old parents. he decided to be like Shravana and serve his parents.