Chandrashekhar. Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay

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Название Chandrashekhar
Автор произведения Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay
Жанр Математика
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Table of Contents

       Chapter I :- Kulsam

       Chapter II :- Gurgan Khan

       Chapter III :- What became of Dalani?

       Chapter IV :- Protap

       Chapter V :- On the Bank of the Ganges

       Chapter VI :- The Thunder-Stroke

       Chapter VII :- Galstaun and Johnson

       Chapter VIII :- The strange course of sin

      Part III : THE TOUCH OF HOLINESS

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       Chapter I :- Ramananda Swami

       Chapter II :- The new Introduction

       Chapter III :- The Strange Freak

       Chapter IV :- Weeping

       Chapter V :- Laughing

       Chapter VI :- Swimming in Deep Water

       Chapter VII :- Ramcharan's release

       Chapter VIII :- On the Hill

      Part IV : THE ATONTMENT

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       Chapter I :- What Protap Did?

       Chapter II :- What Shabilin did

       Chapter III :- The Wind Rose

       Chapter IV :- The Boat Sank

      Part V : THE VEIL

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       Chapter I :- Amyatt's End

       Chapter II :- The Same Again

       Chapter III :- Dancing and Music

       Chapter IV :- What did Dalani Do

      Part VI : THE ACCOMPLISHMENT

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       Chapter I :- Old Accounts

       Chapter II :- The Order

       Chapter III :- The Sovereign reduced to a cowrie

       Chapter IV :- John Stalkartt

       Chapter V :- In Vedaram again

       Chapter VI :- Yoga or Psychic force

       Chapter VII :- In the Durbar

      Chapter I :- The Boy and The Girl

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      INTRODUCTION.

      CHAPTER I.

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      THE BOY AND THE GIRL.

      SEATED in a mango-grove on the bank of the Bhagirathi, a boy was listening to the twilight murmur of the waters. At his feet a little girl, stretched on a bed of. springing turf, was silently looking at his face. She looked and looked and looked : she looked at the sky, the river, and the trees, and again looked at his face. The boy’s name was Protap, that of the girl was Shaibalini. Shaibalini was then a child of seven or eight, while Protap was iust stepping into youth.

      The girl with her small hands strung a garland of wild flowers, delicate as the hands which culled them, and hung it round the neck of the boy. Anon she took it off and twisted it round her chignon; the next moment she put it off, only to place it round his neck again. It could not be settled who should wear the garland, and so finding a fat sleek cow grazing hard by, Shaibalini wound the contested garland round its horns ​and thus the point was decided. Quarrels like this were not of rare occurrence with them; there being times when the boy would fetch the young brood from the nest of birds, and pluck ripe mellow mangoes in the season and give them to Shaibalini in exchange for the garland.

      In the soft sky of the gloaming when the stars were up, they would start counting. Who has seen them first? Which of them first came in view? How many do you see? Are they four? I see five. There is one, there is another, another, another, and another. It is a fib. Shaibalini could not see more than three.

      Now let us count the boats. Tell me how many boats are passing? Are they sixteen? Come, a wager! it is eighteen. Shaibalini did not know to count; her first