Interactive English

The First Noel, the angels did say, was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, on a cold winter's night that was so deep. This recording offers reading of the English-language lyrics followed by magical harp music based on original Christmas carol melody composition.

This traditional Christmas carol is often referred to as 'The Huron Carol' or 'Twas in the Moon of Wintertime'. A Jesuit missionary in Canada adapted an old 16th-century French tune into a Christmas carol, adding words in the local Huron language, which he taught to the Indians where he was based. This recording offers a reading of the English-language text followed by magical harp music based on the original composition.

A boy of two years and eight months makes his first foray into the outside world in a company of his somewhat wayward nanny and is quite overwhelmed, having got even his first taste of alcohol. In the evening he cannot get to sleep. The soldiers with the brooms, the big cats, the horses, the bit of glass, the tray of oranges, the bright buttons, all gathered together, weigh on his brain. He tosses from side to side, babbles, and, at last, unable to endure his excitement, begins crying.

Honored sir, father and benefactor, a petty clerk called Nevyrazimov sitting in his office on the Easter Eve in the company of a cockroach scurrying the table, muses upon what he might do to make it in the world. Read in English, unabridged.

Ivan Chervyakov, a petty government official, while in the theatre, sneezes right upon the head of a man sitting in front of him, who happens to be a high-ranking government official. He spends the evening and the next day fawning before his sneeze victim trying to extract forgiveness, but what he succeeds instead is only bringing out a fit of rage in him. Shocked, Chervyakov returns home to lie there and die, due to the sheer stress of having endured such horror. Read in English, unabridged.

The cabman Iona's son recently died. He desperately and unsuccessfully tries to have a talk with the people he meets and tell them of how shattered he is. He ends up talking to his horse. Read in English, unabridged.

Would you go into voluntary solitary confinement for 15 years in order to get rich? And more importantly, what would happen to you in the end? Our protagonist, the banker, agrees to pay millions to a young lawyer who believes he can stay locked up for 15 years in exchange for a multimillion reward. The bet does go ahead, but what it leads to both surprises and frightens the banker. Read in English, unabridged.

Dolly asked her kitten to explain why he was white and all his brothers were tabby. Dolly was not surprised to hear the kitten speak, for she had read her fairy books, as all good children should, and she knew that all creatures answer if one only speaks to them properly. So she held the kitten more comfortably, and the tale began. Read in English, unabridged.

Confessions of a meddlesome pussy who separated from her mother at a very early age and was sent out into the world alone long before she could learn to say please and thank you and to shut the door after herself, and little things like that. Told through the eyes of the animal. Read in English, unabridged.

Cats aren't always nice to each other. A handsome, discreet, middle-aged, respectable, responsible, domesticated tabby cat reveals his darkest secrets. There was nothing to trouble him until some thoughtless person gave his human master the white Persian cat. Read in English, unabridged.

Mrs. Buff begins to tell a story to her youngest kitten about another cat mother who wanted to observe human people and live more like them. Cat people have more sense than human people, of course, but still there are some things one might learn from them. Read in English, unabridged.

It is not every cat who can get an elephant to catch her mice for her. Buff reveals how he managed to overcome his laziness and make friends with an elephant. Read in English, unabridged.

A rare opportunity to hear two seasoned cats share their experiences of life. One spent her entire life hopping from one house to another seeking better conditions for herself. The other simply loved her one poor owner and stayed with her for life. Which would you prefer? Read in English, unabridged.

A crafty, boots-wearing cat named Puss and how he made a fortune for his young, not very rich master and made friends with a great monarch, Marquis Carabas. Read in English, unabridged.

Imagine walking along a beautiful mountain stream. You can hear birds singing as the stream rushes by. Light waves of fresh air are cooling your face, and the sun warms your back as you keep walking. In the distance you see a beautiful waterfall. You start walking towards this waterfall and feel the mist on your face and hands as you approach it. You can now see the water bounce off the rocks and bubbles of air large and small pop.

Long ago, in the merry days of good King Arthur, there lived a ploughman and his wife. They were very poor but would have been content and happy if only they could have had a little child. One day, having heard of the great fame of the magician Merlin, who was living at the court of King Arthur, the wife persuaded her husband to go and tell him of their trouble.

Polinka, a thin fair little person whose mother is the head of a dressmaking establishment, is standing in the middle of the shop looking about for some one. Nikolay Timofeitch, a graceful dark young man, fashionably dressed, with frizzled hair and a big pin in his cravat, has already cleared a place on the counter and is craning forward, looking at Polinka with a smile.

Obviously he was born a mouse catcher, a worthy son of his bloodthirsty ancestors. Fate had destined him to be the terror of cellars, storerooms and corn bins, and had it not been for education....

'Ovsyanikov reminded me of the Russian boyars of the times before Peter the Great...The national holiday dress would have suited him well. He was one of the last men left of the old time. All his neighbours had a great respect for him, and considered it an honour to be acquainted with him. His fellow peasant-proprietors almost worshipped him, and took off their hats to him from a distance: they were proud of him.'

It was past midnight. Nikolay Yevgrafitch knew his wife would not be home very soon, not till five o'clock at least. He did not trust her, and when she was long away he could not sleep, was worried, and at the same time he despised his wife, and her bed, and her looking-glass, and her boxes of sweets, and the hyacinths, and the lilies of the valley which were sent her every day by someone or other, and which diffused the sickly fragrance of a florist's shop all over the house.