Rip van winkle

ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­েāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ


Once upon a time at the foothills of New York’s Catskill Mountains there was a beautiful village. There lived a kind Dutch villager named Rip Van Winkle. He was loved by all in his village specially the children sham he told stories and gave toys. He was very kind and gentle. But he was lazy man. He was so lazy that he liked to sleep the whole day.

āĻāϏāĻŽāϝ়āϤ āύিāωāϝ়ā§°্āϕ⧰ āĻ•েāϟāϏ্āĻ•িāϞ āĻĒā§°্āĻŦāϤ⧰ āĻĒাāĻĻāĻĻেāĻļāϤ āĻāĻ–āύ āϧুāύীāϝ়া āĻ—াঁāĻ“ āφāĻ›িāϞ। ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­েāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ āύাāĻŽā§° āĻāϜāύ āĻĻāϝ়াāϞু āĻĄাāϚ āĻ—াঁā§ąā§° āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻŦাāϏ āϕ⧰িāĻ›িāϞ। āϤেāĻ“ঁāĻ• āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻ—াঁā§ąā§° āϏāĻ•āϞোā§°ে āĻŽā§°āĻŽ āφāĻ›িāϞ āĻŦিāĻļেāώāĻ•ৈ āϞ’ā§°া-āĻ›োā§ąাāϞীāĻŦোā§°ে āĻ›āĻŽ āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻ•াāĻšিāύী āĻ•ৈāĻ›িāϞ āφ⧰ু āĻ–েāϞāύা āĻĻিāĻ›িāϞ। āϤেāĻ“ঁ āφāĻ›িāϞ āĻ…āϤি āĻĻāϝ়াāϞু āφ⧰ু āĻ•োāĻŽāϞ। āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āϤেāĻ“ঁ āφāĻ›িāϞ āĻāϞেāĻšুā§ąা āĻŽাāύুāĻš। āχāĻŽাāύ āĻāϞেāĻšুā§ąা āφāĻ›িāϞ āϝে āĻ—োāϟেāχ āĻĻিāύāϟো āĻļুāχ āĻ­াāϞ āĻĒাāχāĻ›িāϞ।


Rip van Winkle was a henpecked husband. His problem was that he did not like to work either in his house or on his farm. He did not really take care of his family. So, his wife Dame van Winkle constant harassment, one autumn day Rip decide to leave his home.

ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ āφāĻ›িāϞ āĻāϜāύ āĻšেāύāĻĒেāĻ•āĻĄ  āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী। āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϝাāϟো āφāĻ›িāϞ āϝে āϤেāĻ“ঁ āύিāϜ⧰ āϘ⧰āϤ āĻŦা āύিāϜ⧰ āĻ–েāϤিāĻĒāĻĨাā§°āϤ āĻ•াāĻŽ āϕ⧰ি āĻ­াāϞ āύাāĻĒাāϝ়। āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻĒ্ā§°āĻ•ৃāϤāϤে āĻĒā§°িāϝ়াāϞ⧰ āϝāϤ্āύ āϞোā§ąা āύাāĻ›িāϞ। āĻ—āϤিāĻ•ে, āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻĒāϤ্āύী āĻĄেāĻŽ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞে āĻ…āĻšā§°āĻš āĻšাā§°াāĻļাāϏ্āϤি, āĻāϟা āĻļā§°ā§Žā§° āĻĻিāύ ā§°িāĻĒে āύিāϜ⧰ āϘ⧰ āĻā§°ি āϝোā§ąাā§° āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āϞāϝ়।



                Rip van Winkle ran up a mountain with his favourite companion, his dog named wolf and his gun. He reached the stop, crossed a stream and went to spot where nobody had ever been. He sat down there panting. Suddenly he heard someone calling his name. he thought,” Strange! Nobody ever comes here and surely no one is here Whom I known,” When he turned to see who was calling, he saw a funny looking man carrying a big barrel. The man said to him, “Please help me carry this barrel to my friends a little the stream.”

ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞে āύিāϜ⧰ āĻĒ্ā§°িāϝ় āϏংāĻ—ী, āĻĒāĻšু āύাāĻŽā§° āĻ•ুāĻ•ুā§°āϟো āφ⧰ু āĻŦāύ্āĻĻুāĻ•āϟোā§° āϏৈāϤে āĻāϟা āĻĒাāĻšাā§°ā§° āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϞৈ āĻĻৌā§°ি āĻ—’āϞ। āϏি āώ্āϟāĻĒেāϜāϤ āωāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āĻšৈ āĻāϟা āϧাā§°া āĻĒাā§° āĻšৈ āϝ’āϤ āĻ•োāύেāĻ“ āĻ•েāϤিāϝ়াāĻ“ āύোāϝোā§ąা āĻ াāχāĻ–িāύিāϞৈ āĻ—’āϞ। āϏি āĻšাঁāĻšাāĻ•াā§° āϕ⧰ি āĻŦāĻšিāϞ। āĻšāĻ াāϤে āĻ•োāύোāĻŦাāχ āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āύাāĻŽ āĻŽাāϤি āĻĨāĻ•া āĻļুāύিāϞে। āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻ­াāĻŦিāϞে,” āφāϚ⧰িāϤ! āχāϝ়াāϞৈ āĻ•েāϤিāϝ়াāĻ“ āĻ•োāύেāĻ“ āύাāĻšে āφ⧰ু āύিāĻļ্āϚāϝ় āχāϝ়াāϤ āĻ•োāύো āύাāχ āϝাāĻ• āĻŽāχ āϚিāύি āĻĒাāĻ“ঁ,” āĻ•োāύে āĻĢোāύ āϕ⧰িāĻ›ে āϚাāĻŦāϞৈ āϘূā§°ি āϚাāχ āĻĻেāĻ–িāϞে āĻāϜāύ āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻĄাāϙ⧰ āĻŦেā§°েāϞ āĻāϟা āĻ•āĻĸ়িāϝ়াāχ āϞৈ āĻĢুā§°িāĻ›ে। āĻŽাāύুāĻšāϜāύে āϤেāĻ“ঁāĻ• āĻ•’āϞে, “āĻĒ্āϞিāϜ āĻŽোāĻ• āĻāχ āĻŦেā§°েāϞāϟো āĻŽোā§° āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϏāĻ•āϞ⧰ āĻ“āϚ⧰āϞৈ āĻ…āϞāĻĒ āϧাā§°াāϟো āĻ•āĻĸ়িāϝ়াāχ āύিāĻŦāϞৈ āϏāĻšাāϝ় āϕ⧰āĻ•।”


                Rip van Winkle decided to help the man. So, he and the funny looking man walked down the stream to cave in the mountain. There Rip van Winkle saw many other funny looking men and all of them were plying the grime of ninepins. As soon as the barrel was placed on the ground, the men took some mugs, dipped them into the barrel and drank some liquid from the barrel.

ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞে āĻŽাāύুāĻšāϜāύāĻ• āϏāĻšাāϝ় āϕ⧰াā§° āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āϞāϝ়। āĻ—āϤিāĻ•ে, āϤেāĻ“ঁ āφ⧰ু āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻŽাāύুāĻšāϜāύে āϧাā§°াāϟোā§°ে āϤāϞāϞৈ āĻ–োāϜ āĻ•াāĻĸ়ি āĻĒাāĻšাā§°āϤ āĻ—ুāĻšাāϞৈ āĻ—’āϞ। āϤাāϤ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞে āφāύ āĻŦāĻšুāϤো āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻĻেāĻ–িāϞে āφ⧰ু āϤেāĻ“ঁāϞোāĻ• āϏāĻ•āϞোā§ąে āύাāχāύāĻĒিāύ⧰ āϞেāϤেā§°া āĻĒ্āϞাāχ āϕ⧰ি āφāĻ›িāϞ। āĻŦেā§°েāϞāϟো āĻŽাāϟিāϤ āĻĨোā§ąাā§° āϞāĻ—ে āϞāĻ—ে āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻ•েāχāϜāύে āĻ•িāĻ›ুāĻŽাāύ āĻŽāĻ— āϞৈ āύāϞীāϤ āĻĄুāĻŦাāχ āύāϞীā§° āĻĒā§°া āĻ•িāĻ›ু āϤ⧰āϞ āĻĒāĻĻাā§°্āĻĨ āĻĒাāύ āϕ⧰িāϞে।



Rip van Winkle also dipped a mug in the barrel and drank like the funny looking men. It tasted good. So, he drank many mugs. After drinking he went to sleep. When he woke up, he saw that all the funny looking men were gone. He searched for his dog Wolf but did not find it. He could not believe that he had sleep the whole day and the whole night. He then picked up his gun and went back his village. When he entered the village, he saw new faces. He knew all the villagers so well but lo! They were all unfamiliar faces to him. All of them looked at him and rubbed their chins. Seeing them doing that, Rip also did the same. Them he found that his beard had grown a foot long overnight and it was all white.

ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞেāĻ“ āĻŦেā§°েāϞāϤ āĻŽāĻ— āĻāϟা āĻĄুāĻŦাāχ āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻ–া āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻŦোā§°ā§° āĻĻā§°ে āĻĒাāύ āϕ⧰িāϞে। āϏোā§ąাāĻĻ āĻ­াāϞ āϞাāĻ—িāĻ›িāϞ। āĻ—āϤিāĻ•ে, āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻŦāĻšুāϤ āĻŽāĻ— āĻ–াāχāĻ›িāϞ। āĻŽāĻĻ āĻ–োā§ąাā§° āĻĒিāĻ›āϤ āϏি āĻļুāχ āĻĒā§°িāϞ। āϏাā§° āĻĒাāχ āĻĻেāĻ–ে āϝে āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻ–া āϏāĻ•āϞো āĻŽাāύুāĻš āύাāχ। āϏি āύিāϜ⧰ āĻ•ুāĻ•ুā§° āωāϞāĻĢāĻ• āĻŦিāϚাā§°িāϞে āϝāĻĻিāĻ“ āĻŦিāϚাā§°ি āύাāĻĒাāϞে। āĻ—োāϟেāχ āĻĻিāύāϟো āφ⧰ু āĻ—োāϟেāχ ā§°াāϤিāϟো āϝে āϟোāĻĒāύি āφāĻšিāĻ›িāϞ āϏি āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āϕ⧰িāĻŦ āĻĒā§°া āύাāĻ›িāϞ। āϤাā§° āĻĒিāĻ›āϤ āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻŦāύ্āĻĻুāĻ•āϟো āϤুāϞি āύিāϜ⧰ āĻ—াঁāĻ“āϞৈ āωāĻ­āϤি āϝাāϝ়। āĻ—াঁāĻ“āĻ–āύāϤ āϏোāĻŽাāĻ“ঁāϤে āύāϤুāύ āύāϤুāύ āĻŽুāĻ– āĻĻেāĻ–িāϞে। āϏি āĻ—াঁā§ąā§° āϏāĻ•āϞো āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻ• āχāĻŽাāύ āĻ­াāϞāĻĻā§°ে āϚিāύি āĻĒাāχāĻ›িāϞ āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āĻ•ি! āφāϟাāχāĻ•েāχāϜāύেāχ āφāĻ›িāϞ āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻŦাāĻŦে āĻ…āϚিāύাāĻ•ি āĻŽুāĻ–। āϏāĻ•āϞোā§ąে āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻĢাāϞে āϚাāχ āϚিāĻŦুāĻ•āϤ āϘঁāĻšিāϞে। āϏিāĻšঁāϤে āϤেāύে āϕ⧰া āĻĻেāĻ–ি ā§°িāĻĒেāĻ“ āĻāĻ•ে āĻ•াāĻŽ āϕ⧰িāϞে। āϤেāĻ“ঁāϞোāĻ•āĻ• āϤেāĻ“ঁ āĻĻেāĻ–িāϞে āϝে ā§°াāϤিāϟোā§° āĻ­িāϤ⧰āϤে āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻĻাāĻĄ়ি āĻāĻĢুāϟ āĻĻীāϘāϞ āĻšৈ āĻ—ৈāĻ›ে āφ⧰ু āϏāĻ•āϞোāĻŦোā§° āĻŦāĻ—া āĻšৈ āĻĒā§°িāĻ›ে।



An old woman came near him and recognised him. She shouted with joy, “Oh! Its Rip van winkle. Where were you? We haven’t seen you for twenty years.” Then Rip van Winkle. Realised that he had been sleeping for twenty long years.

āĻāĻ—ā§°াāĻ•ী āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧা āϤেāĻ“ঁā§° āĻ“āϚ⧰āϞৈ āφāĻšি āϤাāĻ• āϚিāύি āĻĒাāϞে। āϤাāχ āφāύāύ্āĻĻāϤ āϚিāĻžā§°ি āωāĻ িāϞ, “āĻ…’! āχāϝ়াā§° ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ। āĻ•'āϤ āφāĻ›িāϞা? āĻŦিāĻļ āĻŦāϛ⧰ āĻš'āϞ āφāĻŽি āϤোāĻŽাāĻ• āĻĻেāĻ–া āύাāχ।" āϤাā§° āĻĒিāĻ›āϤ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­্āϝাāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ। āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧি āϕ⧰িāϞে āϝে āϏি āĻĻীāϘāϞীāϝ়া āĻŦিāĻļ āĻŦāϛ⧰ āϧ⧰ি āĻļুāχ āφāĻ›ে।


( adapted from the short story Rip van winkle by Washington Irving)

(ā§ąাāĻļ্āĻŦিংāϟāύ āφ⧰āĻ­িংā§° āϚুāϟি āĻ—āϞ্āĻĒ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ­াāύ āωāχংāĻ•āϞ⧰ āĻĒā§°া āĻ…āĻ­িāϝোāϜিāϤ) 






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