Rip van winkle
ā§°িāĻĒ āĻেāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞ
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.
āĻāϏāĻŽāϝ়āϤ āύিāĻāϝ়ā§°্āĻā§° āĻেāĻāϏ্āĻিāϞ āĻĒā§°্āĻŦāϤ⧰ āĻĒাāĻĻāĻĻেāĻļāϤ āĻāĻāύ āϧুāύীāϝ়া āĻাঁāĻ āĻāĻিāϞ। ā§°িāĻĒ āĻেāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞ āύাāĻŽā§° āĻāĻāύ āĻĻāϝ়াāϞু āĻĄাāĻ āĻাঁā§ąā§° āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻŦাāϏ āĻā§°িāĻিāϞ। āϤেāĻঁāĻ āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻাঁā§ąā§° āϏāĻāϞোā§°ে āĻŽā§°āĻŽ āĻāĻিāϞ āĻŦিāĻļেāώāĻৈ āϞ’ā§°া-āĻোā§ąাāϞীāĻŦোā§°ে āĻāĻŽ āϤেāĻঁ āĻাāĻšিāύী āĻৈāĻিāϞ āĻā§°ু āĻেāϞāύা āĻĻিāĻিāϞ। āϤেāĻঁ āĻāĻিāϞ āĻ āϤি āĻĻāϝ়াāϞু āĻā§°ু āĻোāĻŽāϞ। āĻিāύ্āϤু āϤেāĻঁ āĻāĻিāϞ āĻāϞেāĻšুā§ąা āĻŽাāύুāĻš। āĻāĻŽাāύ āĻāϞেāĻšুā§ąা āĻāĻিāϞ āϝে āĻোāĻেāĻ āĻĻিāύāĻো āĻļুāĻ āĻাāϞ āĻĒাāĻāĻিāϞ।
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 āĻāĻংāĻāϞ āĻāĻিāϞ āĻāĻāύ āĻšেāύāĻĒেāĻāĻĄ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽী। āϤেāĻঁā§° āϏāĻŽāϏ্āϝাāĻো āĻāĻিāϞ āϝে āϤেāĻঁ āύিāĻā§° āĻā§°āϤ āĻŦা āύিāĻā§° āĻেāϤিāĻĒāĻĨাā§°āϤ āĻাāĻŽ āĻā§°ি āĻাāϞ āύাāĻĒাāϝ়। āϤেāĻঁ āĻĒ্ā§°āĻৃāϤāϤে āĻĒā§°িāϝ়াāϞ⧰ āϝāϤ্āύ āϞোā§ąা āύাāĻিāϞ। āĻāϤিāĻে, āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻĒāϤ্āύী āĻĄেāĻŽ āĻ্āϝাāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞে āĻ āĻšā§°āĻš āĻšাā§°াāĻļাāϏ্āϤি, āĻāĻা āĻļā§°ā§ā§° āĻĻিāύ ā§°িāĻĒে āύিāĻā§° āĻā§° āĻā§°ি 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 āĻāĻংāĻāϞে āύিāĻā§° āĻĒ্ā§°িāϝ় āϏংāĻী, āĻĒāĻšু āύাāĻŽā§° āĻুāĻুā§°āĻো āĻā§°ু āĻŦāύ্āĻĻুāĻāĻোā§° āϏৈāϤে āĻāĻা āĻĒাāĻšাā§°ā§° āĻāĻĒā§°āϞৈ āĻĻৌā§°ি āĻ’āϞ। āϏি āώ্āĻāĻĒেāĻāϤ āĻāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āĻšৈ āĻāĻা āϧাā§°া āĻĒাā§° āĻšৈ āϝ’āϤ āĻোāύেāĻ āĻেāϤিāϝ়াāĻ āύোāϝোā§ąা āĻ াāĻāĻিāύিāϞৈ āĻ’āϞ। āϏি āĻšাঁāĻšাāĻাā§° āĻā§°ি āĻŦāĻšিāϞ। āĻšāĻ াāϤে āĻোāύোāĻŦাāĻ āϤেāĻঁā§° āύাāĻŽ āĻŽাāϤি āĻĨāĻা āĻļুāύিāϞে। āϤেāĻঁ āĻাāĻŦিāϞে,” āĻāĻā§°িāϤ! āĻāϝ়াāϞৈ āĻেāϤিāϝ়াāĻ āĻোāύেāĻ āύাāĻšে āĻā§°ু āύিāĻļ্āĻāϝ় āĻāϝ়াāϤ āĻোāύো āύাāĻ āϝাāĻ āĻŽāĻ āĻিāύি āĻĒাāĻঁ,” āĻোāύে āĻĢোāύ āĻā§°িāĻে āĻাāĻŦāϞৈ āĻূā§°ি āĻাāĻ āĻĻেāĻিāϞে āĻāĻāύ āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻা āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻĄাāĻā§° āĻŦেā§°েāϞ āĻāĻা āĻāĻĸ়িāϝ়াāĻ āϞৈ āĻĢুā§°িāĻে। āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻāύে āϤেāĻঁāĻ āĻ’āϞে, “āĻĒ্āϞিāĻ āĻŽোāĻ āĻāĻ āĻŦেā§°েāϞāĻো āĻŽোā§° āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϏāĻāϞ⧰ āĻāĻā§°āϞৈ āĻ āϞāĻĒ āϧাā§°াāĻো āĻāĻĸ়িāϝ়াāĻ āύিāĻŦāϞৈ āϏāĻšাāϝ় āĻā§°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 āĻāĻংāĻāϞে āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻāύāĻ āϏāĻšাāϝ় āĻā§°াā§° āϏিāĻĻ্āϧাāύ্āϤ āϞāϝ়। āĻāϤিāĻে, āϤেāĻঁ āĻā§°ু āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻা āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻāύে āϧাā§°াāĻোā§°ে āϤāϞāϞৈ āĻোāĻ āĻাāĻĸ়ি āĻĒাāĻšাā§°āϤ āĻুāĻšাāϞৈ āĻ’āϞ। āϤাāϤ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ্āϝাāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞে āĻāύ āĻŦāĻšুāϤো āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻা āĻŽাāύুāĻš āĻĻেāĻিāϞে āĻā§°ু āϤেāĻঁāϞোāĻ āϏāĻāϞোā§ąে āύাāĻāύāĻĒিāύ⧰ āϞেāϤেā§°া āĻĒ্āϞাāĻ āĻā§°ি āĻāĻিāϞ। āĻŦেā§°েāϞāĻো āĻŽাāĻিāϤ āĻĨোā§ąাā§° āϞāĻে āϞāĻে āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻেāĻāĻāύে āĻিāĻুāĻŽাāύ āĻŽāĻ āϞৈ āύāϞীāϤ āĻĄুāĻŦাāĻ āύāϞীā§° āĻĒā§°া āĻিāĻু āϤ⧰āϞ āĻĒāĻĻাā§°্āĻĨ āĻĒাāύ āĻā§°ি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 āĻāĻংāĻāϞেāĻ āĻŦেā§°েāϞāϤ āĻŽāĻ āĻāĻা āĻĄুāĻŦাāĻ āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻা āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻŦোā§°ā§° āĻĻā§°ে āĻĒাāύ āĻā§°িāϞে। āϏোā§ąাāĻĻ āĻাāϞ āϞাāĻিāĻিāϞ। āĻāϤিāĻে, āϤেāĻঁ āĻŦāĻšুāϤ āĻŽāĻ āĻাāĻāĻিāϞ। āĻŽāĻĻ āĻোā§ąাā§° āĻĒিāĻāϤ āϏি āĻļুāĻ āĻĒā§°িāϞ। āϏাā§° āĻĒাāĻ āĻĻেāĻে āϝে āϧেāĻŽেāϞীāϝ়া āĻĻেāĻা āϏāĻāϞো āĻŽাāύুāĻš āύাāĻ। āϏি āύিāĻā§° āĻুāĻুā§° āĻāϞāĻĢāĻ āĻŦিāĻাā§°িāϞে āϝāĻĻিāĻ āĻŦিāĻাā§°ি āύাāĻĒাāϞে। āĻোāĻেāĻ āĻĻিāύāĻো āĻā§°ু āĻোāĻেāĻ ā§°াāϤিāĻো āϝে āĻোāĻĒāύি āĻāĻšিāĻিāϞ āϏি āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻā§°িāĻŦ āĻĒā§°া āύাāĻিāϞ। āϤাā§° āĻĒিāĻāϤ āϤেāĻঁ āĻŦāύ্āĻĻুāĻāĻো āϤুāϞি āύিāĻā§° āĻাঁāĻāϞৈ āĻāĻāϤি āϝাāϝ়। āĻাঁāĻāĻāύāϤ āϏোāĻŽাāĻঁāϤে āύāϤুāύ āύāϤুāύ āĻŽুāĻ āĻĻেāĻিāϞে। āϏি āĻাঁā§ąā§° āϏāĻāϞো āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻ āĻāĻŽাāύ āĻাāϞāĻĻā§°ে āĻিāύি āĻĒাāĻāĻিāϞ āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻি! āĻāĻাāĻāĻেāĻāĻāύেāĻ āĻāĻিāϞ āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻŦাāĻŦে āĻ āĻিāύাāĻি āĻŽুāĻ। āϏāĻāϞোā§ąে āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻĢাāϞে āĻাāĻ āĻিāĻŦুāĻāϤ āĻঁāĻšিāϞে। āϏিāĻšঁāϤে āϤেāύে āĻā§°া āĻĻেāĻি ā§°িāĻĒেāĻ āĻāĻে āĻাāĻŽ āĻā§°িāϞে। āϤেāĻঁāϞোāĻāĻ āϤেāĻঁ āĻĻেāĻিāϞে āϝে ā§°াāϤিāĻোā§° āĻিāϤ⧰āϤে āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻĻাāĻĄ়ি āĻāĻĢুāĻ āĻĻীāĻāϞ āĻšৈ āĻৈāĻে āĻā§°ু āϏāĻāϞোāĻŦোā§° āĻŦāĻা āĻšৈ āĻĒā§°িāĻে।
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.
āĻāĻā§°াāĻী āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧা āϤেāĻঁā§° āĻāĻā§°āϞৈ āĻāĻšি āϤাāĻ āĻিāύি āĻĒাāϞে। āϤাāĻ āĻāύāύ্āĻĻāϤ āĻিāĻā§°ি āĻāĻ িāϞ, “āĻ ’! āĻāϝ়াā§° ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ্āϝাāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞ। āĻ'āϤ āĻāĻিāϞা? āĻŦিāĻļ āĻŦāĻā§° āĻš'āϞ āĻāĻŽি āϤোāĻŽাāĻ āĻĻেāĻা āύাāĻ।" āϤাā§° āĻĒিāĻāϤ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻ্āϝাāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞ। āĻāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧি āĻā§°িāϞে āϝে āϏি āĻĻীāĻāϞীāϝ়া āĻŦিāĻļ āĻŦāĻā§° āϧ⧰ি āĻļুāĻ āĻāĻে।
( adapted from the short story Rip van winkle by Washington Irving)
(ā§ąাāĻļ্āĻŦিংāĻāύ āĻā§°āĻিংā§° āĻুāĻি āĻāϞ্āĻĒ ā§°িāĻĒ āĻাāύ āĻāĻংāĻāϞ⧰ āĻĒā§°া āĻ āĻিāϝোāĻিāϤ)
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