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A dazzling doorway to worlds beyond maps and calendars, Eastern Tales By Many Story Tellers gathers the oldest whispers of the East into a single, living mirror of wonder and wisdom. This short story collection threads together oriental folk tales and legends from a nineteenth¿century corpus, offering cultural exchange themes, myth and morality, and exotic settings that spark curiosity in readers and scholars alike. With deft storytelling, the volume speaks to both the casual reader and the student of folklore, inviting examination of tradition through a modern, human lens. It is not merely a…mehr

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A dazzling doorway to worlds beyond maps and calendars, Eastern Tales By Many Story Tellers gathers the oldest whispers of the East into a single, living mirror of wonder and wisdom. This short story collection threads together oriental folk tales and legends from a nineteenth¿century corpus, offering cultural exchange themes, myth and morality, and exotic settings that spark curiosity in readers and scholars alike. With deft storytelling, the volume speaks to both the casual reader and the student of folklore, inviting examination of tradition through a modern, human lens. It is not merely a compilation; it is a dialogue across time, an anthology of voices that shaped and were shaped by the victorian orientalist era. Alpha Editions restores this historic treasure for today's audiences, preserving the cadence and colour of the original while reimagining it for now. More than a reprint, it is a collector's item and a cultural treasure, a preserved fragment of a long¿gone publishing moment that remains as compelling and instructive as ever. For curious readers and seasoned collectors alike, the book offers a rare doorway into nineteenth¿century oriental folklore collections, and into the broader tapestry of world myth, travel, and ethical reflection.
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Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stocking was hung by the chimney with care, In the that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;