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The Mosquito and the Carpenter. The Golden Mallard. The Monkey's Heart. The Talkative Tortoise. The Timid Hare and the Flight of the Beasts. The Language of Animals. Sulasa and Sattuka. Return to D. Ashliman's folktexts , a library of folktales, folklore, fairy tales, and mythology. About the Jataka Tales Part of the canon of sacred Buddhist literature, this collection of some anecdotes and fables depicts earlier incarnations -- sometimes as an animal, sometimes as a human -- of the being who would become Siddhartha Gautama, the future Buddha.
Traditional birth and death dates of Gautama are BC. Many of the tales are set in or near Benares, now called Varanasi, a city in north central India on the Ganges River. One of the world's oldest cities, Varanasi is the most sacred place for Hindus. Buddhists and Muslims also have important religious sites nearby. According to tradition, Buddha began his teaching at Sarnath a short distance from this city.
And having first bathed the child, she put on her upper garment and descended into the water to bathe herself. Then a Yakshini, seeing the child, had a craving to eat it. And taking the form of a woman, she drew near, and asked the mother, "Friend, this is a very pretty child. Is it one of yours? And this being allowed, she nursed it a little, and then carried it off.
But when the mother saw this, she ran after her, and cried out, "Where are you taking my child to? The Yakshini boldly said, "Where did you get the child from? It is mine!
He heard the noise, sent for them, inquired into the matter, and asked them whether they would abide by his decision. And they agreed. Then he had a line drawn on the ground; and told the Yakshini to take hold of the child's arms, and the mother to take hold of its legs; and said, "The child shall be hers who drags him over the line. But as soon as they pulled at him, the mother, seeing how he suffered, grieved as if her heart would break.
And letting him go, she stood there weeping. Then the future Buddha asked the bystanders, "Whose hearts are tender to babes? Those who have borne children, or those who have not? Then he said, "Who, think you, is the mother? She who has the child in her arms, or she who has let go? And he replied, "Because her eyes winked not, and were red, and she knew no fear, and had no pity, I knew it. And he rebuked her, saying, "Oh foolish woman! For your former sins you have been born a Yakshini, and now do you still sin!
But the mother of the child exalted the future Buddha, and said, "Oh my Lord! Oh great physician! May your life be long!
A type folktale. Link to additional tales of this type: Child Custody. A wise judge identifies the rightful mother. Return to the table of contents. The Mosquito and the Carpenter Once on a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta gained his livelihood as a trader. In these days in a border village in Kasi there dwelt a number of carpenters.
And it chanced that one of them, a bald gray-haired man, was planing away at some wood with his head glistening like a copper bowl, when a mosquito settled on his scalp and stung him with its dart like sting. Said the carpenter to his son, who was seated hard by, "My boy, there's a mosquito stinging me on the head.
Do drive it away. At that very time the Bodhisatta had reached that village in the way of trade, and was sitting in the carpenter's shop. So the old man fell dead on the spot. Thought the Bodhisatta, who had been an eye witness of the whole scene, "Better than such a friend is an enemy with sense, whom fear of men's vengeance will deter from killing a man.
So saying, the Bodhisatta rose up and departed, passing away in after days to fare according to his deserts. And as for the carpenter, his body was burned by his kinsfolk.
Link to addtional tales of this type: The Foolish Friend. A fool kills an insect resting on someone's head, with catastrophic consequences.
The Golden Mallard Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was born a Brahmin, and growing up was married to a bride of his own rank, who bore him three daughters named Nanda, Nanda-vati, and Sundari-nanda.
The Bodhisatta dying, they were taken in by neighbors and friends, whilst he was born again into the world as a golden mallard endowed with consciousness of its former existences. Growing up, the bird viewed its own magnificent size and golden plumage, and remembered that previously it had been a human being. Discovering that his wife and daughters were living on the charity of others, the mallard bethought him of his plumage like hammered and beaten gold and how by giving them a golden feather at a time he could enable his wife and daughters to live in comfort.
So away he flew to where they dwelt and alighted on the top of the central beam of the roof. Seeing the Bodhisatta, the wife and girls asked where he had come from; and he told them that he was their father who had died and been born a golden mallard, and that he had come to visit them and put an end to their miserable necessity of working for hire. So saying, he gave them one of his feathers and departed. And from time to time he returned to give them another feather, and with the proceeds of their sale these Brahmin women grew prosperous and quite well to do.
But one day the mother said to her daughters, "There's no trusting animals, my children. Who's to say your father might not go away one of these days and never come back again?
Let us use our time and pluck him clean next time he comes, so as to make sure of all his feathers. The mother in her greed called the golden mallard to her one day when he came, and then took him with both hands and plucked him.
Now the Bodhisatta's feathers had this property that if they were plucked out against his wish, they ceased to be golden and became like a crane's feathers. And now the poor bird, though he stretched his wings, could not fly, and the woman flung him into a barrel and gave him food there.
As time went on his feathers grew again though they were plain white ones now , and he flew away to his own abode and never came back again. Link to additional folktales of this type: Golden Fowls. Aesop's "Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs" and other tales of magical birds abused by the beneficiaries. He plied the potter's trade, and had a wife and family to support. At that time there lay a great natural lake close by the great river of Benares. When there was much water, river and lake were one; but when the water was low, they were apart.
Now fish and tortoises know by instinct when the year will be rainy and when there will be a drought. So at the time of our story the fish and tortoises which lived in that lake knew there would be a drought; and when the two were one water, they swam out of the lake into the river.
But there was one tortoise that would not go into the river, because, said he, "here I was born, and here I have grown up, and here is my parents' home.
Leave it I cannot! Then in the hot season the water all dried up. He dug a hole and buried himself, just in the place where the Bodhisatta was used to come for clay. There the Bodhisatta came to get some clay. With a big spade he dug down, until he cracked the tortoise's shell, turning him out on the ground as though he were a large piece of clay. In his agony the creature thought, "Here I am, dying, all because I was too fond of my home to leave it!
So he went on and on, talking to the Bodhisatta, until he died. The Bodhisatta picked him up, and collecting all the villagers addressed them thus: "Look at this tortoise. When the other fish and tortoises went into the great river, he was too fond of home to go with them, and buried himself in the place where I get my clay. Then as I was digging for clay, I broke his shell with my big spade, and turned him out on the ground in the belief that he was a large lump of clay.
Then he called to mind what he had done, lamented his fate in two verses of poetry, and expired. So you see he came to his end because he was too fond of his home. Take care not to be like this tortoise. Don't say to yourselves, 'I have sight, I have hearing, I have smell, I have taste, I have touch, I have a son, I have a daughter, I have numbers of men and maids for my service, I have precious gold.
Each being passes through three stages of existence. Thus did he exhort the crowd with all a Buddha's skill. The discourse was bruited abroad all over India, and for full seven thousand years it was remembered. All the crowd abode by his exhortation, and gave alms, and did good until at last they went to swell the hosts of heaven. A type A folktale.
Link to additional type A folktales. His name was Radha, and his youngest brother was named Potthapada. While they were yet quite young, both of them were caught by a fowler and handed over to a Brahmin in Benares.
The Mosquito and the Carpenter. The Golden Mallard. The Monkey's Heart. The Talkative Tortoise. The Timid Hare and the Flight of the Beasts. The Language of Animals.
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Подобно крови, бегущей по жилам старого квартала Санта-Крус, они устремлялись к сердцу народа, его истории, к своему Богу, своему собору и алтарю. Где-то в уголке сознания Беккера звонили колокола. Я не умер. Он с трудом открыл глаза и увидел первые солнечные лучи. Беккер прекрасно помнил все, что произошло, и опустил глаза, думая увидеть перед собой своего убийцу. Но того человека в очках нигде не. Были другие люди.
Стратмор покачал головой: - Больше никто не знает о существовании кольца. Именно поэтому я и послал за ним Дэвида.
Мы успеем выспаться перед поездкой на север. Дэвид грустно вздохнул: - Потому-то я и звоню. Речь идет о нашей поездке.
Атомный вес! - возбужденно воскликнул Джабба. - Единственное различие - их атомный вес. Это и есть ключ.
Каждый новый шифр после его вскрытия переводится на безопасное хранение из шифровалки в главную базу данных АНБ по оптико-волоконному кабелю длиной 450 ярдов. В это святилище существует очень мало входов, и ТРАНСТЕКСТ - один из. Система Сквозь строй должна служить его верным часовым, а Стратмору вздумалось ее обойти. Чатрукьян слышал гулкие удары своего сердца.
Мисс Флетчер, - потребовал Фонтейн, - объяснитесь. Все глаза обратились к. Сьюзан внимательно вглядывалась в буквы. Вскоре она едва заметно кивнула и широко улыбнулась. - Дэвид, ты превзошел самого .
На загрузку программы и поиск вируса уйдет минут пятнадцать. Скажи, что ничего нет, - прошептал. - Абсолютно. Скажи папе, что все в порядке.
Тайна имела первостепенное значение. Любое подозрение об изменении Цифровой крепости могло разрушить весь замысел коммандера. Только сейчас она поняла, почему он настаивал на том, чтобы ТРАНСТЕКСТ продолжал работать. Если Цифровой крепости суждено стать любимой игрушкой АНБ, Стратмор хотел убедиться, что взломать ее невозможно. - Ты по-прежнему хочешь уйти.
У нас есть кое-какие данные. Танкадо неоднократно публично заявлял, что у него есть партнер. Наверное, этим он надеялся помешать производителям программного обеспечения организовать нападение на него и выкрасть пароль. Он пригрозил, что в случае нечестной игры его партнер обнародует пароль, и тогда все эти фирмы сойдутся в схватке за то, что перестало быть секретом.
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Сьюзан казалось, что она сходит с ума. Она уже готова была выскочить из комнаты, когда Стратмор наконец повернул рубильник и вырубил электропитание. В одно мгновение в шифровалке установилась полная тишина.
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