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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn

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A Living God by Lafcadio Hearn Short Summary of the Lesson in Three Parts Part I – Summary (≈150 words) The first part of the lesson describes the structure and spiritual significance of Shintō shrines in Japan. These shrines are simple buildings made of unpainted wood with steep roofs and lattice doors. Because they are left unpainted, the wood gradually turns gray under the influence of sun and rain, blending naturally with the surrounding landscape. According to Shintō belief, these shrines are the dwelling places of divine spirits called Kami. Many of these spirits are believed to be the souls of great warriors, rulers, or ancestors who lived long ago. The author explains that the mysterious emptiness of these shrines often creates a strange and supernatural feeling in visitors. Standing alone before such a shrine may give one the impression of being watched by invisible beings. The author even imagines what it might feel like to be a god living in a shrine and receiving prayers fr...
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God Sees the Truth, but Waits by Leo Tolstoy

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God Sees the Truth, but Waits - Leo Tolstoy In the town of Vladimir lived a young merchant named Ivan Dmitrich Aksionov. He had two shops and a house of his own. Aksionov was a handsome, fair-haired, curly-headed fellow, full of fun, and very fond of singing. When quite a young man, he had been given to drink, and was riotous when he had had too much; but after he married he gave up drinking, except now and then. One summer Aksionov was going to the Nizhny Fair, and as he bade good-bye to his family, his wife said to him, "Ivan Dmitrich, do not start to-day; I have had a bad dream about you." Aksionov laughed, and said, "You are afraid that when I get to the fair I shall go on a spree. His wife replied: "I do not know what I am afraid of; all I know is that I had a bad dream.I dreamt you returned from the town, and when you took off your cap I saw that your hair was quite grey." Aksionov laughed. "That's a lucky sign," said he. "See...
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Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu

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Bangle Sellers  By Sarojini Naidu Bangle sellers are we who bear Our shining loads to the temple fair... Who will buy these delicate, bright Rainbow-tinted circles of light? Lustrous tokens of radiant lives, For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden's wrist, Silver and blue as the mountain mist, Some are flushed like the buds that dream On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream, Some are aglow with the bloom that cleaves To the limpid glory of new born leaves Some are like fields of sunlit corn, Meet for a bride on her bridal morn, Some, like the flame of her marriage fire, Or, rich with the hue of her heart's desire, Tinkling, luminous, tender, and clear, Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear. Some are purple and gold flecked grey For she who has journeyed through life midway, Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest, And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast, And serves her household in fruitful pride, And worships the gods at her husband...
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Uncle Podger Hangs a Picture by Jerome K. Jerome

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My Financial Career by Stephen Leacock

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The Express by Stephen Spender

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