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Hello everyone, My name is Priti Nath Guru & I'm back again with an another video.

At times we requires iron supplements in our life.

Due to Iron deficiency, operation or any other medical problems Dr. suggest us Iron Supplements

There are other phases in ladies like:- Pregnancy, Lactation, Menopausal Problem

Sometimes there are some other gyne problems due to which they require to take Iron supplements

Even kids also requires Iron in their growing age

Sometimes due to blood loss in any operation also. Iron supplements are suggested to us

Or in case if your Haemoglobin level goes down then also you require iron supplements

Normally this problem comes with vegetarian people because in vegetarian diet is low in Iron content

So let's gather some information about some Iron rich food which can suffice the Iron deficiency

It contains some flakes like Rice Flakes & apart from that some vegetables are there like

Green Leafy Vegetables, Mustard Leaves, Spinach & Mint

Also there are some fruits which are good in Iron Content:- Watermelon, Pomegranate & Apple

We also have Soybean, Bean Sprouts. In lentils White Kidney Beans are also having good amount of iron in it

We also have some dry fruits like Raisins & Dry dates which has good amount of Iron in it

If we include them regularly in our diet then we can protect our self form iron deficiency

But there are some more important points to be followed

If we talk about Iron abortion, its not necessary that whatever amount we take it it get absorbed

Which depends on lot of factors and out of which there is one important factor

That is Vitamin C

When we are taking Iron rich diet then we must include the sources of Vitamin C in it

For Vitamin C sources I'll be back with an another video on this in which I'll explain

That what type of food items should be taken which are rich in Vitamin C

Also you can cure your self from Vitamin C & Iron Deficiency as well

Apart from that one more thing to be careful about that caffeine based product like Tea & Coffee

We shouldn't include them in our diet, generally people include them while having breakfast

Due to this Iron doesn't get absorbed in the body & the problem of haemoglobin or iron deficiency

This comes to those people who generally take Tea or Coffee with their lunch or breakfast

So you should at least maintain the gap of 1 hour for Tea & Coffee rather than taking them along with your food

I hope you'll follow these tips and will enable to low down supplements intakes, which will be good for you

And you'll be having minimum Iron deficiency in your body

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Struwwelpeter by Heinrich Hoffmann - Duration: 14:19.

Struwwelpeter: Merry Stories and Funny Pictures

by Heinrich Hoffmann

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

When the children have been good,

That is, be it understood,

Good at meal-times, good at play,

Good all night and good all day—

They shall have the pretty things

Merry Christmas always brings.

Naughty, romping girls and boys

Tear their clothes and make a noise,

Spoil their pinafores and frocks,

And deserve no Christmas-box.

Such as these shall never look

At this pretty Picture-book.

Shock-headed Peter

Just look at him!

there he stands,

With his nasty hair and hands.

See! his nails are never cut;

They are grimed as black as soot;

And the sloven, I declare,

Never once has combed his hair;

Anything to me is sweeter

Than to see Shock-headed Peter.

Cruel Frederick

Here is cruel Frederick, see!

A horrid wicked boy was he;

He caught the flies, poor little things,

And then tore off their tiny wings,

He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,

And threw the kitten down the stairs;

And oh! far worse than all beside,

He whipped his Mary, till she cried.

The trough was full, and faithful Tray

Came out to drink one sultry day;

He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,

When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,

And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,

And kicked and whipped him more and more:

At this, good Tray grew very red,

And growled, and bit him till he bled;

Then you should only have been by,

To see how Fred did scream and cry!

So Frederick had to go to bed:

His leg was very sore and red!

The Doctor came, and shook his head,

And made a very great to-do,

And gave him nasty physic too.

But good dog Tray is happy now;

He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"

He seats himself in Frederick's chair

And laughs to see the nice things there:

The soup he swallows, sup by sup—

And eats the pies and puddings up.

The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches

It almost makes me cry to tell

What foolish Harriet befell.

Mamma and Nurse went out one day

And left her all alone at play.

Now, on the table close at hand,

A box of matches chanced to stand;

And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,

That, if she touched them, they would scold her.

But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!

For, when they burn, it is so pretty;

They crackle so, and spit, and flame:

Mamma, too, often does the same."

The pussy-cats heard this,

And they began to hiss,

And stretch their claws,

And raise their paws;

"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,

You'll burn to death, if you do so."

But Harriet would not take advice:

She lit a match, it was so nice!

It crackled so, it burned so clear—

Exactly like the picture here.

She jumped for joy and ran about

And was too pleased to put it out.

The Pussy-cats saw this

And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"

And stretched their claws,

And raised their paws:

"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,

Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,

You will be burnt, if you do so."

And see! oh, what dreadful thing!

The fire has caught her apron-string;

Her apron burns, her arms, her hair—

She burns all over everywhere.

Then how the pussy-cats did mew—

What else, poor pussies, could they do?

They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!

So then they said: "We'll scream again;

Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,

She'll burn to death; we told her so."

So she was burnt, with all her clothes,

And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;

Till she had nothing more to lose

Except her little scarlet shoes;

And nothing else but these was found

Among her ashes on the ground.

And when the good cats sat beside

The smoking ashes, how they cried!

"Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,

What will Mamma and Nursey do?"

Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,

They made a little pond at last.

The Story of the Inky Boys

As he had often done before,

The woolly-headed Black-a-moor

One nice fine summer's day went out

To see the shops, and walk about;

And, as he found it hot, poor fellow,

He took with him his green umbrella,

Then Edward, little noisy wag,

Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;

And William came in jacket trim,

And brought his wooden hoop with him;

And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys

And joined the other naughty boys.

So, one and all set up a roar,

And laughed and hooted more and more,

And kept on singing,—only think!—

"Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"

Now tall Agrippa lived close by—

So tall, he almost touched the sky;

He had a mighty inkstand, too,

In which a great goose-feather grew;

He called out in an angry tone

"Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!

For, if he tries with all his might,

He cannot change from black to white."

But, ah! they did not mind a bit

What great Agrippa said of it;

But went on laughing, as before,

And hooting at the Black-a-moor.

Then great Agrippa foams with rage—

Look at him on this very page!

He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned,

Takes William by his little head;

And they may scream and kick and call,

Into the ink he dips them all;

Into the inkstand, one, two, three,

Till they are black as black can be;

Turn over now, and you shall see.

See, there they are, and there they run!

The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun.

They have been made as black as crows,

Quite black all over, eyes and nose,

And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes,

And trousers, pinafores, and toys—

The silly little inky boys!

Because they set up such a roar,

And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.

The Story of the Man that went out Shooting

This is the man that shoots the hares;

This is the coat he always wears:

With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun

He's going out to have some fun.

He finds it hard, without a pair

Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.

The hare sits snug in leaves and grass

And laughs to see the green man pass.

Now, as the sun grew very hot,

And he a heavy gun had got,

He lay down underneath a tree

And went to sleep, as you may see.

And, while he slept like any top,

The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,

Took gun and spectacles, and then

On her hind legs went off again.

The green man wakes and sees her place

The spectacles upon her face;

And now she's trying all she can

To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.

He cries and screams and runs away;

The hare runs after him all day

And hears him call out everywhere:

"Help! Fire! Help!

The Hare! The Hare!"

At last he stumbled at the well,

Head over ears, and in he fell.

The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!

Bang went the gun—she missed her mark!

The poor man's wife was drinking up

Her coffee in her coffee-cup;

The gun shot cup and saucer through;

"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"

There lived close by the cottage there

The hare's own child, the little hare;

And while she stood upon her toes,

The coffee fell and burned her nose.

"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,

"Such fun I do not understand."

The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb

One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,

I must go out and leave you here.

But mind now, Conrad, what I say,

Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.

The great tall tailor always comes

To little boys who suck their thumbs;

And ere they dream what he's about,

He takes his great sharp scissors out,

And cuts their thumbs clean off—and then,

You know, they never grow again."

Mamma had scarcely turned her back,

The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!

The door flew open, in he ran,

The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.

Oh! children, see! the tailor's come

And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.

Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;

And Conrad cries out "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Snip! Snap! Snip!

They go so fast,

That both his thumbs are off at last.

Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands,

And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;

"Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he'd come

To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."

The Story of Augustus, who would not have any Soup

Augustus was a chubby lad;

Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had:

And everybody saw with joy

The plump and hearty, healthy boy.

He ate and drank as he was told,

And never let his soup get cold.

But one day, one cold winter's day,

He screamed out "Take the soup away!

O take the nasty soup away!

I won't have any soup today."

Next day, now look, the picture shows

How lank and lean Augustus grows!

Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,

The naughty fellow cries out still

"Not any soup for me, I say:

O take the nasty soup away!

I won't have any soup today."

The third day comes: Oh what a sin!

To make himself so pale and thin.

Yet, when the soup is put on table,

He screams, as loud as he is able,

"Not any soup for me, I say:

O take the nasty soup away!

I WON'T have any soup today."

Look at him, now the fourth day's come!

He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;

He's like a little bit of thread,

And, on the fifth day, he was—dead!

The Story of Fidgety Philip

"Let me see if Philip can

Be a little gentleman;

Let me see if he is able

To sit still for once at table":

Thus Papa bade Phil behave;

And Mamma looked very grave.

But fidgety Phil, He won't sit still;

He wriggles, And giggles,

And then, I declare,

Swings backwards and forwards,

And tilts up his chair,

Just like any rocking horse—

"Philip! I am getting cross!"

See the naughty, restless child

Growing still more rude and wild,

Till his chair falls over quite.

Philip screams with all his might,

Catches at the cloth, but then

That makes matters worse again.

Down upon the ground they fall,

Glasses, plates, knives, forks, and all.

How Mamma did fret and frown,

When she saw them tumbling down!

And Papa made such a face!

Philip is in sad disgrace.

Where is Philip, where is he?

Fairly covered up you see!

Cloth and all are lying on him;

He has pulled down all upon him.

What a terrible to-do!

Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!

Here a knife, and there a fork!

Philip, this is cruel work.

Table all so bare, and ah!

Poor Papa, and poor Mamma

Look quite cross, and wonder how

They shall have their dinner now.

The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air

As he trudged along to school,

It was always Johnny's rule

To be looking at the sky

And the clouds that floated by;

But what just before him lay,

In his way,

Johnny never thought about;

So that every one cried out

"Look at little Johnny there,

Little Johnny Head-In-Air!"

Running just in Johnny's way

Came a little dog one day;

Johnny's eyes were still astray

Up on high,

In the sky;

And he never heard them cry

"Johnny, mind, the dog is nigh!"

Bump! Dump!

Down they fell, with such a thump,

Dog and Johnny in a lump!

Once, with head as high as ever,

Johnny walked beside the river.

Johnny watched the swallows trying

Which was cleverest at flying.

Oh! what fun!

Johnny watched the bright round sun

Going in and coming out;

This was all he thought about.

So he strode on, only think!

To the river's very brink,

Where the bank was high and steep,

And the water very deep;

And the fishes, in a row,

Stared to see him coming so.

One step more! oh! sad to tell!

Headlong in poor Johnny fell.

And the fishes, in dismay,

Wagged their tails and swam away.

There lay Johnny on his face,

With his nice red writing-case;

But, as they were passing by,

Two strong men had heard him cry;

And, with sticks, these two strong men

Hooked poor Johnny out again.

Oh! you should have seen him shiver

When they pulled him from the river.

He was in a sorry plight!

Dripping wet, and such a fright!

Wet all over, everywhere,

Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair:

Johnny never will forget

What it is to be so wet.

And the fishes, one, two, three,

Are come back again, you see;

Up they came the moment after,

To enjoy the fun and laughter.

Each popped out his little head,

And, to tease poor Johnny, said

"Silly little Johnny, look,

You have lost your writing-book!"

The Story of Flying Robert

When the rain comes tumbling down

In the country or the town,

All good little girls and boys

Stay at home and mind their toys.

Robert thought, "No, when it pours,

It is better out of doors."

Rain it did, and in a minute

Bob was in it.

Here you see him, silly fellow,

Underneath his red umbrella.

What a wind! oh! how it whistles

Through the trees and flowers and thistles!

It has caught his red umbrella:

Now look at him, silly fellow—

Up he flies

To the skies.

No one heard his screams and cries;

Through the clouds the rude wind bore him,

And his hat flew on before him.

Soon they got to such a height,

They were nearly out of sight.

And the hat went up so high,

That it nearly touched the sky.

No one ever yet could tell

Where they stopped, or where they fell:

Only this one thing is plain,

Bob was never seen again!

END of Struwwelpeter: Merry Stories and Funny Pictures

by Heinrich Hoffmann

read by Kara Shallenberg

www.kayray.org

in December 2011

in San Diego, California

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Puss in Boots - Duration: 11:06.

The Master Cat, or Puss in Boots

by Charles Perrault

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

here was a miller,

who left no more estate to the three sons he had,

than his Mill, his Ass,

and his Cat.

The partition was soon made.

Neither the scrivener nor attorney were sent for.

They would soon have eaten up all the poor patrimony.

The eldest had the Mill,

the second the Ass,

and the youngest nothing but the Cat.

The poor young fellow was quite comfortless at having so poor a lot.

"My brothers," said he,

"may get their living handsomely enough, by joining their stocks together;

but for my part,

when I have eaten up my Cat,

and made me a muff of his skin,

I must die with hunger."

The Cat, who heard all this,

but made as if he did not,

said to him with a grave and serious air:

"Do not thus afflict yourself,

my good master;

you have only to give me a bag,

and get a pair of boots made for me,

that I may scamper thro' the dirt and the brambles,

and you shall see that

you have not so bad a portion of me as you imagine."

Tho' the Cat's master did not build very much upon what he said,

he had however often seen him play

a great many cunning tricks to catch rats and mice;

as when he used to hang by the heels,

or hide himself in the meal,

and make as if he were dead;

so that he did not altogether despair of

his affording him some help

in his miserable condition.

When the Cat had what he asked for,

he booted himself very gallantly;

and putting his bag about his neck,

he held the strings of it in his two fore paws,

and went into a warren where was great abundance of rabbits.

He put bran and sow-thistle into his bag,

and stretching himself out at length,

as if he had been dead,

he waited for some young rabbit,

not yet acquainted with the deceits of the world,

to come and rummage his bag for what he had put into it.

Scarce was he lain down,

but he had what he wanted;

a rash and foolish young rabbit jumped into his bag,

and Monsieur Puss, immediately drawing close the strings,

took and killed him without pity.

Proud of his prey,

he went with it to the palace,

and asked to speak with his Majesty.

He was shewed up stairs into the King's apartment,

and, making a low reverence,

said to him:

"I have brought you, sir, a rabbit of the warren which

my noble lord the Marquis of Carabas"

(for that was the title which Puss was pleased to give his master)

"has commanded me to present to your Majesty from him."

"Tell thy master," said the King,

"that I thank him,

and that he does me a great deal of pleasure."

Another time

he went and hid himself among some standing corn,

holding still his bag open;

and when a brace of partridges ran into it,

he drew the strings,

and so caught them both.

He went and made a present of these to the King,

as he had done before of the rabbit which he took in the warren.

The King in like manner received the partridges with great pleasure,

and ordered him some money to drink.

The Cat continued for two or three months,

thus to carry his Majesty,

from time to time,

game of his master's taking.

One day in particular,

when he knew for certain that

the King was to take the air,

along the river side,

with his daughter,

the most beautiful Princess in the world,

he said to his master:

"If you will follow my advice,

your fortune is made;

you have nothing else to do,

but go and wash yourself in the river,

in that part I shall shew you,

and leave the rest to me."

The Marquis of Carabas did what the Cat advised him to,

without knowing why or wherefore.

While he was washing,

the King passed by,

and the Cat began to cry out, as loud as he could:

"Help, help,

my lord Marquis of Carabas is drowning."

At this noise the King put his head out of his coach-window,

and finding it was the Cat

who had so often brought him such good game,

he commanded his guards to run immediately

to the assistance of his lordship the Marquis of Carabas.

While they were drawing the poor Marquis out of the river,

the Cat came up to the coach,

and told the King that while his master was washing,

there came by some rogues,

who went off with his clothes,

tho' he had cried out "Thieves, thieves," several times, as loud as he could.

This cunning Cat had hidden them under a great stone.

The King immediately commanded the officers of his wardrobe

to run and fetch one of his best suits for the lord Marquis of Carabas.

The King received him with great kindness,

and as the fine clothes he had given him extremely set off his good mien

(for he was well made,

and very handsome in his person),

the King's daughter took a secret inclination to him,

and the Marquis of Carabas

had no sooner cast two or three respectful and somewhat tender glances,

but she fell in love with him to distraction.

The King would needs have him come into his coach,

and take part of the airing.

The Cat, quite overjoyed to see his project begin to succeed,

marched on before,

and meeting with some countrymen, who were mowing a meadow,

he said to them:

"Good people, you who are mowing,

if you do not tell the King,

that the meadow you mow belongs to my lord Marquis of Carabas,

you shall be chopped as small as mince-meat."

The King did not fail asking of the mowers,

to whom the meadow they were mowing belonged.

"To my lord Marquis of Carabas," answered they all together;

for the Cat's threats had made them terribly afraid.

"Truly a fine estate,"

said the King to the Marquis of Carabas.

"You see, sir," said the Marquis,

"this is a meadow which never fails to yield a plentiful harvest every year."

The Master Cat,

who still went on before,

met with some reapers,

and said to them:

"Good people, you who are reaping,

if you do not tell the King that all this corn belongs to the Marquis of Carabas,

you shall be chopped as small as mince-meat."

The King, who passed by a moment after,

would needs know to whom all that corn, which he then saw, did belong.

"To my lord Marquis of Carabas," replied the reapers;

and the King again congratulated the Marquis.

The Master Cat, who went always before,

said the same words to all he met;

and the King was astonished at the vast estates of my lord Marquis of Carabas.

Monsieur Puss came at last to a stately castle,

the master of which was an Ogre,

the richest had ever been known;

for all the lands which the King had then gone over belonged to this castle.

The Cat,

who had taken care to inform himself who this Ogre was,

and what he could do,

asked to speak with him,

saying,

he could not pass so near his castle,

without having the honour of paying his respects to him.

The Ogre received him as civilly as an Ogre could do,

and made him sit down.

"I have been assured," said the Cat,

"that you have the gift of being able to change yourself

into all sorts of creatures you have a mind to;

you can, for example,

transform yourself into a lion, or elephant, and the like."

"This is true," answered the Ogre very briskly,

"and to convince you,

you shall see me now become a lion."

Puss was so sadly terrified at the sight of a lion so near him,

that he immediately got into the gutter,

not without abundance of trouble and danger,

because of his boots,

which were ill-suited for walking upon the tiles.

A little while after,

when Puss saw that the Ogre had resumed his natural form,

he came down, and owned he had been very much frightened.

"I have been moreover informed," said the Cat,

"but I know not how to believe it,

that you have also the power

to take on you the shape of the smallest animals;

for example, to change yourself into a rat or a mouse;

but I must own to you,

I take this to be impossible."

"Impossible?"

cried the Ogre,

"you shall see that presently,"

and at the same time changed into a mouse,

and began to run about the floor.

Puss no sooner perceived this,

but he fell upon him,

and ate him up.

Meanwhile the King, who saw, as he passed,

this fine castle of the Ogre's,

had a mind to go into it.

Puss,

who heard the noise of his Majesty's coach running over the drawbridge,

ran out and said to the King:

"Your Majesty is welcome to this castle of my lord Marquis of Carabas."

"What! my lord Marquis?"

cried the King,

"and does this castle also belong to you?

There can be nothing finer than this court,

and all the stately buildings which surround it;

let us go into it, if you please."

The Marquis gave his hand to the Princess,

and followed the King, who went up first.

They passed into a spacious hall,

where they found a magnificent collation

which the Ogre had prepared for his friends,

who were that very day to visit him,

but dared not to enter knowing the King was there.

His Majesty was perfectly charmed

with the good qualities of my lord Marquis of Carabas,

as was his daughter who was fallen violently in love with him;

and seeing the vast estate he possessed,

said to him,

after having drank five or six glasses:

"It will be owing to yourself only, my lord Marquis,

if you are not my son-in-law."

The Marquis making several low bows,

accepted the honour which his Majesty conferred upon him,

and forthwith, that very same day, married the Princess.

Puss became a great lord,

and never ran after mice any more,

but only for his diversion.

The Moral

How advantageous it may be,

By long descent of pedigree,

T'enjoy a great estate,

Yet knowledge how to act, we see,

Join'd with consummate industry,

(Nor wonder ye thereat)

Doth often prove a greater boon,

As should be to young people known.

Another

If the son of a miller so soon gains the heart

Of a beautiful princess, and makes her impart

Sweet languishing glances, eyes melting for love,

It must be remark'd of fine clothes how they move,

And that youth, a good face, a good air, with good mien,

Are not always indifferent mediums to win

The love of the fair, and gently inspire

The flames of sweet passion, and tender desire.

END of The Master Cat, or Puss in Boots

read by Kara Shallenberg

www.kayray.org

in December 2011

in San Diego, California

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The Little Match Girl by Hans Andersen - Duration: 6:36.

The Little Match Girl

by Hans Andersen

read in English

This is a LibriVox recording.

All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer,

please visit librivox.org

It was dreadfully cold;

it was snowing fast,

and was almost dark,

as evening came on —the last evening of the year.

In the cold and the darkness,

there went along the street a poor little girl,

bareheaded and with naked feet.

When she left home she had slippers on,

it is true;

but they were much too large for her feet,

—slippers that her mother had used until then,

and the poor little girl lost them in running across the street

when two carriages were passing terribly fast.

When she looked for them,

one was not to be found,

and a boy seized the other and ran away with it,

saying he would use it for a cradle some day,

when he had children of his own.

So on the little girl went with her bare feet,

that were red and blue with cold.

In an old apron that she wore were bundles of matches,

and she carried a bundle also in her hand.

No one had bought so much as a bunch all the long day,

and no one had given her even a penny.

Poor little girl!

Shivering with cold and hunger she crept along,

a perfect picture of misery!

The snowflakes fell on her long flaxen hair,

which hung in pretty curls about her throat;

but she thought not of her beauty nor of the cold.

Lights gleamed in every window,

and there came to her the savory smell of roast goose,

for it was New Year's Eve.

And it was of this which she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses,

one of which projected beyond the other,

she sat cowering down.

She had drawn under her little feet,

but still she grew colder and colder;

yet she dared not go home,

for she had sold no matches,

and could not bring a penny of money.

Her father would certainly beat her;

and, besides, it was cold enough at home,

for they had only the houseroof above them;

and, though the largest holes had been stopped with straw and rags,

there were left many through which the cold wind whistled.

And now her little hands were nearly frozen with cold.

Alas!

a single match might do her good if she might only draw it from the bundle,

rub it against the wall,

and warm her fingers by it.

So at last she drew one out.

Whischt!

How it blazed and burned!

It gave out a warm, bright flame like a little candle,

as she held her hands over it.

A wonderful little light it was.

It really seemed to the little girl as if she sat before a great iron stove,

with polished brass feet and brass shovel and tongs.

So blessedly it burned that

the little maiden stretched out her feet to warm them also.

How comfortable she was!

But lo!

the flame went out,

the stove vanished,

and nothing remained but the little burned match in her hand.

She rubbed another match against the wall.

It burned brightly,

and where the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a veil,

so that she could see through it into the room.

A snow-white cloth was spread upon the table,

on which was a beautiful china dinner service,

while a roast goose,

stuffed with apples and prunes,

steamed famously,

and sent forth a most savory smell.

And what was more delightful still, and wonderful,

the goose jumped from the dish,

with knife and fork still in its breast,

and waddled along the floor straight to the little girl.

But the match went out then,

and nothing was left to her but the thick, damp wall.

She lighted another match.

And now she was under a most beautiful Christmas tree,

larger and far more prettily trimmed than the one she had seen

through the glass doors at the rich merchant's.

Hundreds of wax tapers were burning on the green branches, and gay figures,

such as she had seen in the shop windows, looked down upon her.

The child stretched out her hands to them;

then the match went out.

Still the lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher.

She saw them as stars in heaven,

and one of them fell,

forming a long trail of fire.

"Now some one is dying," murmured the child softly;

for her grandmother,

the only person who had loved her and who was now dead,

had told her that whenever a star falls a soul mounts up to God.

She struck yet another match against the wall,

and again it was light;

and in the brightness

there appeared before her the dear old grandmother,

bright and radiant,

yet sweet and mild,

and happy as she had never looked on earth.

"Oh, grandmother," cried the child,

"take me with you."

"I know you will go away when the match burns out."

"You, too, will vanish,"

"like the warm stove,"

"the splendid New Year's feast,"

"the beautiful Christmas Tree."

And lest her grandmother should disappear,

she rubbed the whole bundle of matches against the wall.

And the matches burned with such a brilliant light

that it became brighter than noonday.

Her grandmother had never looked so grand and beautiful.

She took the little girl in her arms,

and both flew together,

joyously and gloriously,

mounting higher and higher,

far above the earth;

and for them there was neither hunger, nor cold, nor care;

—they were with God.

But in the corner,

at the dawn of day,

sat the poor girl,

leaning against the wall,

with red cheeks and smiling mouth,

—frozen to death on the last evening of the old year.

Stiff and cold she sat,

with the matches,

one bundle of which was burned.

"She wanted to warm herself, poor little thing," people said.

No one imagined what sweet visions she had had,

or how gloriously she had gone with her grandmother

to enter upon the joys of a new year.

END of The Little Match Girl

by Hans Andersen

read by Jack Herbert

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Section 68 of Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories

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recording by Christine Blachford

Childhood's Favorites and Fairy Stories

by various authors

Section 68

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

ONCE upon a time

there lived a poor widow who had an only son named Jack.

She was very poor,

for times had been hard,

and Jack was too young to work.

Almost all the furniture of the little cottage had been sold to buy bread,

until at last there was nothing left worth selling.

Only the good cow, Milky White, remained,

and she gave milk every morning,

which they took to market and sold.

But one sad day Milky White gave no milk,

and then things looked bad indeed.

"Never mind, mother," said Jack.

"We must sell Milky White.

Trust me to make a good bargain,"

and away he went to the market.

For some time he went along very sadly,

but after a little he quite recovered his spirits.

"I may as well ride as walk," said he;

so instead of leading the cow by the halter,

he jumped on her back,

and so he went whistling along until he met a butcher.

"Good morning," said the butcher.

"Good morning, sir," answered Jack.

"Where are you going?" said the butcher.

"I am going to market to sell the cow."

"It's lucky I met you," said the butcher.

"You may save yourself the trouble of going so far."

With this, he put his hand in his pocket,

and pulled out five curious-looking beans.

"What do you call these?" he said.

"Beans," said Jack.

"Yes," said he,

"beans,

but they're the most wonderful beans that ever were known.

If you plant them overnight,

by the next morning they'll grow up and reach the sky.

But to save you the trouble of going all the way to market,

I don't mind exchanging them for that cow of yours."

"Done!" cried Jack,

who was so delighted with the bargain that he ran all the way home

to tell his mother how lucky he had been.

But oh! how disappointed the poor widow was.

"Off to bed with you!" she cried;

and she was so angry that

she threw the beans out of the window into the garden.

So poor Jack went to bed without any supper,

and cried himself to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning,

the room was almost dark;

and Jack jumped out of bed

and ran to the window

to see what was the matter.

The sun was shining brightly outside,

but from the ground right up beside his window

there was growing a great beanstalk,

which stretched up and up as far as he could see, into the sky.

"I'll just see where it leads to," thought Jack,

and with that he stepped out of the window on to the beanstalk,

and began to climb upwards.

He climbed up and up,

till after a time

his mother's cottage looked a mere speck below,

but at last the stalk ended,

and he found himself in a new and beautiful country.

A little way off there was a great castle,

with a broad road leading straight up to the front gate.

But what most surprised Jack was

to find a beautiful maiden suddenly standing beside him.

"Good morning, ma'am," said he, very politely.

"Good morning, Jack," said she;

and Jack was more surprised than ever,

for he could not imagine how she had learned his name.

But he soon found that

she knew a great deal more about him than his name;

for she told him how,

when he was quite a little baby,

his father, a gallant knight,

had been slain by the giant who lived in yonder castle,

and how his mother,

in order to save Jack,

had been obliged to promise never to tell the secret.

"All that the giant has is yours," she said,

and then disappeared quite as suddenly as she came.

"She must be a fairy," thought Jack.

As he drew near to the castle,

he saw the giant's wife standing at the door.

"If you please, ma'am," said he,

"would you kindly give me some breakfast?"

"I have had nothing to eat since yesterday."

Now, the giant's wife,

although very big and very ugly,

had a kind heart, so she said:

"Very well, little man, come in;

but you must be quick about it,

for if my husband, the giant, finds you here,

he will eat you up, bones and all."

So in Jack went,

and the giant's wife gave him a good breakfast,

but before he had half finished it

there came a terrible knock at the front door,

which seemed to shake even the thick walls of the castle.

"Dearie me, that is my husband!"

said the giantess, in a terrible fright;

"we must hide you somehow,"

and she lifted Jack up and popped him into the empty kettle.

No sooner had the giant's wife opened the door

than her husband roared out:

"Fee, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman;

Be he alive, or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make my bread!"

"It's a boy, I'm sure it is," he continued.

"Where is he?

I'll have him for my breakfast."

"Nonsense!" said his wife;

"you must be mistaken.

It's the ox's hide you smell."

So he sat down,

and ate up the greater part of the ox.

When he had finished he said:

"Wife, bring me my money-bags."

So his wife brought him two full bags of gold,

and the giant began to count his money.

But he was so sleepy that his head soon began to nod,

and then he began to snore,

like the rumbling of thunder.

Then Jack crept out,

snatched up the two bags,

and though the giant's dog barked loudly,

he made his way down the beanstalk

back to the cottage before the giant awoke.

Jack and his mother were now quite rich;

but it occurred to him one day that

he would like to see how matters were going on at the giant's castle.

So while his mother was away at market,

he climbed up, and up, and up, and up,

until he got to the top of the beanstalk again.

The giantess was standing at the door, just as before,

but she did not know Jack,

who, of course,

was more finely dressed than on his first visit.

"If you please, ma'am," said he,

"will you give me some breakfast?"

"Run away," said she,

"or my husband the giant will eat you up, bones and all."

"The last boy who came here stole two bags of gold—

off with you!"

But the giantess had a kind heart,

and after a time she allowed Jack to come into the kitchen,

where she set before him enough breakfast to last him a week.

Scarcely had he begun to eat than

there was a great rumbling like an earthquake,

and the giantess had only time to bundle Jack into the oven when in came the giant.

No sooner was he inside the room than he roared:

"Fee, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman;

Be he alive, or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make my bread!"

But his wife told him he was mistaken,

and after breakfasting off a roasted bullock,

just as if it were a lark, he called out:

"Wife, bring the little brown hen!"

The giantess went out and brought in a little brown hen,

which she placed on the table.

"Lay!" said the giant;

and the hen at once laid a golden egg.

"Lay!" said the giant a second time;

and she laid another golden egg.

"Lay!" said the giant a third time;

and she laid a third golden egg.

"That will do for to-day," said he,

and stretched himself out to go to sleep.

As soon as he began to snore,

Jack crept out of the oven,

went on tiptoe to the table,

and, snatching up the little brown hen,

made a dash for the door.

Then the hen began to cackle,

and the giant began to wake up;

but before he was quite awake,

Jack had escaped from the castle,

and, climbing as fast as he could down the beanstalk,

got safe home to his mother's cottage.

The little brown hen laid so many golden eggs that

Jack and his mother had now more money than they could spend.

But Jack was always thinking about the beanstalk;

and one day he crept out of the window again,

and climbed up, and up, and up, and up,

until he reached the top.

This time, you may be sure,

he was careful not to be seen;

so he crept round to the back of the castle,

and when the giant's wife went out

he slipped into the kitchen and hid himself in the oven.

In came the giant, roaring louder than ever:

"Fee, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman;

Be he alive; or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make my bread!"

But the giantess was quite sure that she had seen no little boys that morning;

and after grumbling a great deal,

the giant sat down to breakfast.

Even then he was not quite satisfied,

for every now and again he would say:

"Fee, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman;"

and once he got up and looked in the kettle.

But, of course, Jack was in the oven all the time!

When the giant had finished, he called out:

"Wife, bring me the golden harp!"

So she brought in the golden harp,

and placed it on the table.

"Sing!" said the giant;

and the harp at once began to sing the most beautiful songs that ever were heard.

It sang so sweetly that the giant soon fell fast asleep;

and then Jack crept quietly out of the oven,

and going on tiptoe to the table,

seized hold of the golden harp.

But the harp at once called out:

"Master! master!"

and the giant woke up just in time

to catch sight of Jack running out of the kitchen-door.

With a fearful roar,

he seized his oak-tree club,

and dashed after Jack,

who held the harp tight,

and ran faster than he had ever run before.

The giant, brandishing his club,

and taking terribly long strides,

gained on Jack at every instant,

and he would have been caught if the giant hadn't slipped over a boulder.

Before he could pick himself up,

Jack began to climb down the beanstalk,

and when the giant arrived at the edge he was nearly half-way to the cottage.

The giant began to climb down too;

but as soon as Jack saw him coming,

he called out:

"Mother, bring me an axe!"

and the widow hurried out with a chopper.

Jack had no sooner reached the ground than he cut the beanstalk right in two.

Down came the giant with a terrible crash,

and that, you may be sure, was the end of him.

What became of the giantess and the castle nobody knows.

But Jack and his mother grew very rich,

and lived happy ever after.

END of Chapter 68

(read by Christine Blachford)

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Push ups tutorial - Duration: 4:20.

Push ups tecnique changes according to your goal

Goal choosen for this video is to learn skills such as planche and maltese.

Body position must be straight. The ankles, knees, hip and shoulders joints should be on the same line

To do this, you need to tilt your pelvis backward, engage your core, and protract your scapulae

To learn set up properly, we suggest you to try the standing version.

An useful mental pattern is to think about the movement you would do

if someone punch you in the middle of your chest.

Take a look, now, at the elbows behavior

To keep helthy shoulders, it's important to avoid the elbows pointing outwards.

The elbows must point backwards, so that shoulders can be relaxed throughout the movement.

To that end, take a look at the elbows movement

Grip types between you can choose are: wide grip,

standard grip,

narrow grip,

and diamond grip.

For every version you can notice that the elbows point more backwards then outwards

If you are a beginners , we reccommend you to use standard grip,

which reppresents the easiest an safer variation between the alternatives listed above

Feet, in the fullest variation, must be pointed and closed one the other

To increase the exercise intensity, you can move from the tiptoe to the instep.

We reccommend you to use a full range of motion.

At the top of the movement the elbows must be locked,

while, at the bottom, the chest must touch the floor

Shoulder-blades movement is essential.

They shouldn't be elevated,

but they should be depressed and protracted.

Instead shoulder-blades must be in adduction at the lower end of the movement, or, in other words, they must be closed one to another.

It's also important to remember that the chest works the most when the humerus is behind it.

If you have troubles keeping the correct range of motion

don't be ashemed to simplify the exercise by leaning your knees on the ground.

Your chest will certainly grow more then that of those who ,lacking in humility, do a thousand of half reps

Push ups are a Closed Kinetic Chain exercise, so the joint wich has to be stabilized is the elbow, not the shoulder.

For this reason we can end the movement with scapulae protraction without any concern about shoulders injury.

Insetead we need to take care of the elbow.

To do this, we have to keep the elbow perpendicular to the ground for the whole range of motion.

Therefore the elbow is going to be the center around which the shoulder rotation will occur.

Last element that has to keep in mind is breathing.

We have to inhale during the descendant fase of the movement and to exhale during the ascendant one.

We recommend diaphragmatic breathing tecnique, which allows a grater air intake.

And remember, it's better to be humble, but with a bigger chest!!

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Hello everyone, I'm LuHan

"Young people need to have ideals, abilities and responsibilities,

then the country will have future, and people will have hope."

I am impressed by this

CCTV6 "China Film"- #LuHan interview part will be broadcast on Dec 1 at 17:47 CST

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PRANKING YOUR MOM ISN'T SMART! - Duration: 4:26.

Do you understand?

I don't understand anything.

Is there any history that someone studied ALGEBRA and achieved in life?

Maybe scientist.

You want to do comedy. I want to do dancing .What do we need ALGEBRA for ?

Forcing studies that we can't understand down us!

You know what? Let's take a break.

Didn't we take a break 5 mins ago?

Like as if we are understanding what we are studying...

Let's just take a break to free our minds.

Oh i know. Lets play a game!

What game?

Phone pranking!

Wow, we haven't done that in like forever!

Yeah we haven't done that in ....

3 days...

Okay you do one and i'll do one.

Do you still have the numbers?

But these people are poor things. They get pranked by us every 3 months.

Remember Subash?

He is such a flirt.

He really thought Sunny Leone was talking to him!

okay first. Teacher Sarita!

Calling me in the middle of school hours and disturbing me! Do you have any brains?

Teacher, Teacher, last week, you asked us a question last week....

i didn't know the answer then but i'll answer it now.

You asked us to name 3 animals from the zoo.

I'll answer you now.

1st: LION

2nd: LION'S WIFE.

3rd: LION'S CHILD

You are going to get beaten! Who is this?

Sorry teacher, i was just teasing you. I'll tell you the answers seriously now.

3 animals from the zoo.

Suriya. Vijay. Karthi.

Witches! I'm going to find you and kill you!

GREAT PRANK!

PRANK MEANS?

Prank call means cheating someone smartly!

Cheating someone smartly?

Teach me too! Teach me too!

Because next week our relatives are visiting...

so, i want to trick them smartly as well.

I don't think its a good idea.

But she wants to know.

Let's teach her the coin and water bottle prank.

If you want to die, die alone.

Hurry up! I have alot of work!

Aunty, i'll teach you!

Okay, let's begin!

This is a coin. And this is a water bottle.

So what i'm going to do is...

I'm going to place the bottle on top of the coin.

After that, i'm going to cover it with a cloth.

After covering it, i'll perform a magic.

After the magic, i'll take the cloth away.

After i take away the cloth, this coin...

will be inside the bottle.

Really? you will teach me how you did it right?

Yes, after i perform the prank i'll teach you.

After you perform the prank, you won't be alive.

Now, watch carefully.

Plain water. Coin. No cheating.

You examine it yourself.

Open the bottle and drink it. Its not a magic potion.

Its nice but its plain water.

DON'T DO IT!

MAGIC BEGINS...

Now...

The coin is inside the bottle.

Oh wow! its so exciting. i can't take the suspense!

You check inside yourself

isn't it a great prank?

Whose great brillant game is this?

Come here!

You both....

RUN

...COME HERE!

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

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The Three Little Pigs - Duration: 8:59.

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THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS

retold with drawings by L. Leslie Brooke

Once upon a time

there was an old Sow with three little Pigs,

and as she had not enough to keep them,

she sent them out to seek their fortune.

The first that went off met a Man with a bundle of straw,

and said to him,

"Please, Man, give me that straw to build me a house";

which the Man did,

and the little Pig built a house with it.

Presently came along a Wolf,

and knocked at the door, and said,

"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."

To which the Pig answered,

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in!"

said the Wolf.

So he huffed and he puffed,

and he blew his house in,

and ate up the little Pig.

The second Pig met a Man with a bundle of furze,

and said,

"Please, Man, give me that furze to build a house";

which the Man did,

and the Pig built his house.

Then along came the Wolf and said,

"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll puff and I'll huff,

and I'll blow your house in!"

So he huffed and he puffed,

and he puffed and huffed,

and at last he blew the house down,

and ate up the second little Pig.

The third little Pig met a Man with a load of bricks,

and said,

"Please, Man, give me those bricks to build a house with";

so the Man gave him the bricks,

and he built his house with them.

So the Wolf came, as he did to the other little Pigs, and said,

"Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

"Then I'll huff and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in."

Well,

he huffed and he puffed,

and he huffed and he puffed,

and he puffed and he huffed;

but he could not get the house down.

When he found that he could not,

with all his huffing and puffing,

blow the house down,

he said,

"Little Pig,

I know where there is a nice field of turnips."

"Where?" said the little Pig.

"Oh, in Mr. Smith's home-field;

and if you will be ready to-morrow morning,

I will call for you,

and we will go together and get some for dinner."

"Very well," said the little Pig,

"I will be ready.

What time do you mean to go?"

"Oh, at six o'clock."

Well,

the little Pig got up at five,

and got the turnips and was home again before six.

When the Wolf came he said,

"Little Pig, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

said the little Pig,

"I have been and come back again,

and got a nice pot-full for dinner."

The Wolf felt very angry at this,

but thought that he would be up to the little Pig somehow or other;

so he said,

"Little Pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree."

"Where?" said the Pig.

"Down at Merry-garden," replied the Wolf;

"and if you will not deceive me

I will come for you, at five o'clock to-morrow,

and we will go together and get some apples."

Well,

the little Pig woke at four the next morning,

and bustled up,

and went off for the apples,

hoping to get back before the Wolf came;

but he had farther to go,

and had to climb the tree,

so that just as he was coming down from it,

he saw the Wolf coming,

which, as you may suppose,

frightened him very much.

When the Wolf came up he said,

"Little Pig, what! are you here before me?

Are they nice apples?"

"Yes, very," said the little Pig;

"I will throw you down one."

And he threw it so far that,

while the Wolf was gone to pick it up,

the little Pig jumped down and ran home.

The next day the Wolf came again,

and said to the little Pig,

"Little Pig, there is a Fair in the Town this afternoon:

will you go?"

"Oh, yes," said the Pig,

"I will go; what time shall you be ready?"

"At three," said the Wolf.

So the little Pig went off before the time, as usual,

and got to the Fair,

and bought a butter churn,

and was on his way home with it when he saw the Wolf coming.

Then he could not tell what to do.

So he got into the churn to hide,

and in doing so turned it round,

and it began to roll,

and rolled down the hill with the Pig inside it,

which frightened the Wolf so much that he ran home

without going to the Fair.

He went to the little Pig's house, and told him how

frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him.

Then the little Pig said,

"Hah! I frightened you, did I?

I had been to the Fair and bought a butter churn,

and when I saw you I got into it,

and rolled down the hill."

Then the Wolf was very angry indeed,

and declared he would eat up the little Pig,

and that he would get down the chimney after him.

When the little Pig saw what he was about,

he hung on the pot full of water,

and made up a blazing fire,

and, just as the Wolf was coming down,

took off the cover of the pot,

and in fell the Wolf.

And the little Pig put on the cover again in an instant,

boiled him up,

and ate him for supper,

and lived happily ever after.

END of The Story of the Three Little Pigs

read by Denny Sayers

in Modesto, California

for LibriVox fall 2006