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Welcome to African Folktales by Eri, where the rich tradition of African folktales comes to life! 🌍🔥 Immerse yourself in captivating stories of wisdom, adventure, and ancestral magic passed down through generations. Join us as we celebrate Africa’s diverse cultures through storytelling, bringing ancient legends to a modern audience. Subscribe now and let the journey begin! 🎭✨

Still don’t know what you want to be when you grow up? Host Avery Moore Kloss brings you conversations with professionals in every field -- think clown, midwife, camp director -- to learn more about the “How?” and the “Why?” of the careers we choose.

Welcome to African Folktales With Pearl, your ultimate destination for enchanting African tales! 🌍✨ Dive into the rich and diverse world of African folklore with us, where every story comes to life through vibrant animations and captivating narratives. From timeless legends and mythical creatures to heroic adventures and moral lessons, our channel brings you the best of African storytelling. Join us on this magical journey as we explore the wisdom, culture, and heritage embedded in these tales, passed down through generations.

Izdanie soderzhit znamenitye i ljubimye russkie narodnye skazki: "Po shhuch'emu veleniju" (Chitaet: Kaledin Petr), "Mar'ja Morevna" (Chitaet: Kaledin Petr), "Pojdi tuda, ne znaju kuda, prinesi to, ne znaju chto" (Chitaet: Korolev Vladimir).

Russkaja narodnaja skazka - proizvedenie ustnogo tvorchestva russkogo naroda, odin iz vidov fol'klornoj prozy. V russkih skazkah russkij narod pytalsja vyskazat' svoe nacional'noe mirooshhushhenie, nastavit' svoih detej v pervobytnoj, no glubokoj zhiznennoj mudrosti, - razreshaja lezhavshie na ego serdce zhiznennye, nravstvennye, semejnye, bytovye i gosudarstvennye voprosy.

Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, "Old woman, bake me a bun." "What can I make it from? I have no flour." "Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour." The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour. She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool.

Once there was a woman who had both a daughter of her own, whom she loved, and a stepdaughter, whom she hated. One day, the woman ordered her husband to take her stepdaughter out into the winter fields and leave her there to die, and he obeyed. Morozko finds her there; she is polite and kind to him, so he gives her a chest full of beautiful things and fine garments.

Zhili-byli kot, drozd da petushok - zolotoj grebeshok. Zhili oni v lesu, v izbushke. Kot da drozd hodjat v les drova rubit', a petushka odnogo ostavljajut....

Posadil ded repku i govorit: - Rasti, rasti, repka sladkaja! Rasti, rasti, repka krepkaja! Vyrosla repka sladkaja, krepkaja bol'shaja-prebol'shaja....

Zhila-byla koza, sdelala sebe v lesu izbushku i narozhala detok. Chasto uhodila koza v bor iskat' kormu. Kak tol'ko ujdet, kozljatki zaprut za neju izbushku, a sami nikuda ne vyhodjat.

Zhili-byli babushka-starushka, vnuchka-hohotushka, kurochka-klohtushka i myshka-norushka. Kazhdyj den' hodili oni za vodoj. U babushki byli vedra bol'shie, u vnuchki - pomen'she, u kurochki - s ogurchik, u myshki - s naperstochek.

Zhili muzhik da baba. U nih byla dochka da synok malen'kij. - Dochen'ka, - govorila mat', - my pojdem na rabotu, beregi bratca! Ne hodi so dvora, bud' umnicej - my kupim tebe platochek. Otec s mater'ju ushli, a dochka pozabyla, chto ej prikazyvali: posadila bratca na travke pod okoshko, sama pobezhala na ulicu, zaigralas', zaguljalas'.

Stoit v pole teremok. Bezhit mimo myshka-norushka. Uvidela teremok, ostanovilas' i sprashivaet: - Terem-teremok! Kto v tereme zhivjot? Nikto ne otzyvaetsja. Voshla myshka v teremok i stala tam zhit'....

There lived an old man and an old woman, and they had a hen called Ryaba. One day, the hen hatched an egg - not a simple egg, but a golden one. The old man tried to break it, but could not; the old woman tried to break it, but could not. A mouse was running by, swang its tail, the egg fell and broke. The old man is crying, the old woman is crying. "Don't cry", says Ryaba the hen, "I'll hatch you a new egg, not a golden egg, but a simple one". Please note: This audiobook is in Russian.

A fox made friends with a crane and went to call him to visit her: "Do come, crony, do come, dear. I'll treat you the best!"

Odna devochka ushla iz doma v les. V lesu ona zabludilas' i stala iskat' dorogu domoj, da ne nashla, a prishla v lesu k domiku....

As I Begin to Tell This is an oral history podcast celebrating 20 seasons of literature and music at Woody Point Heritage Theatre, with production by Avery Moore Kloss, Folktale Studio, additional recording by Olivia Ball, and music by Kyleigh Brisson and Duane Andrews. Recorded at Max’s shed, owned by the celebrated Max Simms, behind the festival live sound, the podcast features long-form interviews with festival founders discussing the event’s origins. The result is a wide-ranging oral history podcast over six episodes, featuring founding artistic directors Stephen Brunt and Alison ...

Come into the tea-room & with Zen monks Hwalson, and his student Myungju, at the Detroit Zen Center, as they read spiritual folk-tales, and share conversations about them.