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The Princess And I Story Romantic

                      The Princess and I

The indefatigable Geraldine, who at work wanted to introduce me to a suitable young woman, and tried, without success, on a number occasions, spotted me sitting in the company cafeteria. She had in-tow this time a prettier-than-usual candidate and seated her and herself at my table. “I want you to meet our new worker, Nataliya,” she said in that breathless voice of hers. “She is a real Russian princess.”

The woman reddened slightly. ”Mazel tov,” I said, adding “Chorosho,” “good” – one of the few Russian words I recalled from the period in which I tried to teach myself Russian. I doubted she understood Yiddish, as Russian princesses didn’t learn the language. I rejected the notion of grabbing her hand and kissing it, as Melvin Douglas had done to Greta Garbo in the movie, ’Ninotchka.’

Although the matchmaker thought the Russian princess bit would impress me, I wasn’t crazy about Russian royalty. The czars had been anti-Semites. Their motto with respect to the Jews was “Kill a third, convert a third, and banish a third.” As a youth, I thought that the last czar murdered by the Bolsheviks had it coming to him. This history I did not lay on Princess Nataliya, nor the fact that as a youth I had admired Trotsky, the Red Army commander who was a distant relative of mine. Not a time for comparative lineage. I wisely let Geraldine do the talking, blah blah blah, including praising me as intelligent and that “She wouldn’t introduce just anyone to Nataliya.”

“Princess Natalyia,” I couldn’t resist correcting Geraldine. She gave me a withering glance, suspecting that I might have been using the prefix ironically. However, she warmed up to me considerably after I assented to her suggestion that “Since Nataliya is new to our city, perhaps you would like to show her the town.” I shot a quick glance at Nataliya to see how this suggestion went down with her. Apparently positively, because she smiled at me and nodded, “I would like that very much.” It was my turn to redden. She was a real looker. Buxom with the “heavy Russian beauty” that Tolstoy or somebody described. I had always had a thing for zaftig women. So much so that I was willing to violate my rule: Never date women from work. If you later break-up, it could make the workplace unpleasant.

I had never dated a Russian princess, only American Jewish princesses, as the more spoiled ones were called; I had found most Jewish women to be anything but spoiled, pleasantly down to earth, although finding one who could tolerate me may have been at the nub of the problem. Maybe I would do better with Russian princesses, if the cliché ‘opposites attract,’ was correct.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” chortled Geraldine, her work finished. She stood up and nodding to various co-workers, made her way out of the cafeteria. Her bubbling, friendly personality made her a popular colleague among the company’s employees.

Silence ensued. What do you say to a Russian princess? In my case something stupid. “Are you really a Russian princess?”

“It depends on whom you ask. There were so many rivalries and claims to the throne and being related to the czars, that my family says yes, but others disagree. We claim that we are

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related to a noble family that existed in Russia until the Bolshevik Revolution. The ones not killed fled the country to Paris where they took jobs as taxi drivers and such.

Apparently seeing that I was somewhat flustered at her pedigree, she added, “I won’t bite.”

That, of course, won me over, as a sense-of-humor in a woman was for me de rigueur.

I tried to think of a clever retort, or if not a retort, at least something humorous. I rejected as fatuous Woody Allen’s query whether the correct spelling of the Russian ruler’s title is “Czar” or “Tsar.”  To break the silence, I asked, “Are you related to Anastasia.?” I had seen the movie about the daughter of Czar Nicholas who claimed that she was Russian royalty and had survived the murders of her family by the Bolsheviks. A claim which caused conflict between supporters of her claim and those who disputed it.

“Ah, you know about that?”

“I saw the movie.”

“Until this day, my wider family talks about her. We – they – the family dispute her claim.”

I switched tack. “Well, I can show you our fair city, if you are still interested.”

She put the hand of her arm rich in bracelets on my own. “I would like that very much.”

I confess a shiver went up my spine. Whether because of her touch, her beauty or her pedigree, I wasn’t sure. I pictured Rasputin, the Russian mystic and self-styled holy man, charlatan according to others, turning over in his grave.

“Well, time to return to work,” I said. I took her phone number, stood up, and resisted the impulse to bestow on her a deep bow as I had seen Russian aristocrats do in the old movies. After a final glimpse at her blond hair with its braid curled on the top of her head like a halo, very Russian in my estimation, I walked away.

Nataliya had a smile like Grushenka in the movie ‘The Brothers Karamazof,’ but then I had a tendency to romanticize things. Maybe that’s why I was still single – the women couldn’t come up to my expectations. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to pursue a Russian princess. Suppose one thing led to another and I had to introduce her to my mother. She would be upset, no doubt imagining my getting married in a Russian Orthodox cathedral with everyone crossing themselves as we walked down the aisle.

I wondered if Geraldine had told her that I was Jewish.

I took Nataliya on a tour of the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, the Japanese cherry trees, topped off by the Phillips Collection, the scene, alas, of many a futile attempt on my part to pick up a date. I would sit next to a prospect and pose how much I enjoyed the concert or the paintings on the wall in order to impress them. Maybe the women saw through me. I adopted a restrained approach with Nataliya, letting her comment on the paintings,

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confining myself to nodding or verbally agreeing with her. She was smitten by Renoir’s life-size painting ‘Luncheon of the Boating Party,’ with its vibrant colors.

When I had picked her up, I noticed that Natalya wore her hair long on her shoulders, less off-putting than the Russian bagel-on-head braid she wore at work. During the tour, Nataliya was charming. What did she see in me? I wondered. Maybe simply a guide, and nothing more. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Nataliya to inform me as I said goodbye to her after taking her home, that while I was a delightful companion, etc., etc., she couldn’t continue seeing me.

But continue she did. Although we had mutually agreed that at work none of our colleagues would know about our dating, some knew. Geraldine taking matchmaking credit, I assumed.

At some point I would have to raise the fact of my being Jewish. It could be a real obstacle given her royal Russian pedigree.  I hit on a stratagem. “I like to folk dance. Would you like to come, Nataliya?”

She would. I didn’t add that the folk dancing was Israeli folk dancing. I told her so only when I picked her up to drive to the dance site.  After she had fastened her seatbelt, I simply blurted out, “The folk dancing is Israeli folk dancing.” “Easy to learn,” I added weakly.

“Fine,” she said. I pictured her total lineage wondering what ever happened to the gala imperial balls held in the Winter Palace. And yet she seemed not at all bothered.

Nataliya was a quick learner. I enjoyed especially the couple dances with her.

On the way to her residence after the dance, I came out with it. “Natasha, you know that I am Jewish?”

“Of course. Geraldine told me before she introduced us. She feared it might be an obstacle.”

“And it was not?”

“No. I was never a functioning Russian princess. Closer to a Jewish American princess. I dote on lox and bagels.”

I tried not to show my relief.

“My best girlfriends are Jewish,” she said.

“So, when we were introduced and Geraldine told me you were a Russian princess and I said ‘mazel tov’, you knew what it meant?”

“Certainly. Your ‘chorosho’ was a bit harder to decipher. Your Russian pronunciation needs improving.”

When I introduced her to my mother, it would be easier than I thought.

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Deep beneath the sea lived a little mermaid named Ariel. She loved exploring her underwater home with her friend flounder but dreamed of living on land as a human.Ariel was always searching for human treasures.When she and Flounder found a strange forked object, they swam to the surface to find Scuttle the seagull.“It’s a dinglehopper!” he proclaimed.Ariel’s father was King Triton, ruler of the sea. He thought humans were dangerous.When he learned that Ariel had been to the surface, he forbade her to ever go again! Then he asked Sebastian the crab to keep an eye on her.But Ariel continued to go to the surface. One night, a terrible storm swept across the sea.Ariel and Flounder watched as a prince fell off a huge ship. “I must save him!” she cried.Ariel pulled Prince Eric to shore and sang to him. Then she swam away.Prince Eric only caught a glimpse of Ariel's face, but he knew he would remember her beautiful voice forever.Desperate to see Prince Eric again, Ariel agreed to give her voice to the evil sea witch Ursula.With bigger plans in mind, Ursula cast a spell.....and turned Ariel into a human!But if Prince Eric didn't kiss Ariel by sunset on the third day, she would become a mermaid again.Even worse, she would belong to the sea witch forever!Charmed by her silent beauty, Prince Eric showed Ariel his kingdom.Ariel loved being with the prince in the human world, but the two had not yet kissed.Worried that Prince Eric was falling in love with Ariel, Ursula transformed herself into the beautiful Vanessa.She was going to make the prince fall in love with her instead.Disguised as Vanessa and using Ariel's He was going to marry Vanessa! Ariel had lost her true love.Just before sunset on the third day, Scuttle discovered that Vanessa was Ursula in disguise. He hurried to warn Ariel.As Sebastian went to find King Triton, Ariel and Flounder raced to catch Prince Eric's ship.With the help of her friends, Ariel was able to stop the wedding and get her voice back.Released from Ursula's spell, Prince Eric realized that Ariel was the one he truly loved. But it was too late.The sun went down before Ariel and the prince could kiss. She was a mermaid once more, and she belonged to Ursula.To save his daughter, King Triton gave Ursula his great powers and became her prisoner. "Now I am the ruler of all the ocean!" shouted Ursula.As Ursula grew in size and towered above the sea, Prince Eric jumped aboard an old ship.He steered its jagged bow through Ursula's heart. With a howl, the sea witch disappeared in the waves.With Ursula gone, King Triton regained his powers. Seeing Ariel's love for Prince Eric, the king granted her wish: She became human!Ariel and Prince Eric married and lived happily in a castle by the sea.

The Princess and the Pea

                                        The princess and the pea

Once upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.

     One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

     It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

     Well, we'll soon find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

     On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

     "Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"

     Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

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A friend in need is a friend indeed

                              A Friend in need
                                                                  is a Friend indeed

Once there lived two Friends in a village.They were very fast friends.One of them was very tall,beautiful and clever.The other was short.They promised to stand by each other through thick and thin.

One day they were travelling through a forest.When they raeched the middle of the forest,they saw a bear coming to them.They were filled with fear to see the bear.They were worried about their lives.The tall man was very clever and selfish.He,at once,climbed up a tree to save his life.He did not care for his friend.The other friend was perplexed but he thought of a trick.He had been told that a bear does not harm a dead person.

He,at once,lay downon the ground and held his breath.The bear came near him.He sniffed and took the man to be dead and went away.When the bear was out of the sight,he came down the tree.By way of joke ,he asked his friend what the bear had whisphered into his ear.

The friend replied that the bear advised him not to trust a false and selfish friend.Saying this,he bade good-bye to him and continued his journey alone.

Moral:

1. Do not rely on selfish friends
2. Beware of false friends

The Fox and the Goat

                                      The Fox and the Goat

"Look before you leap" is well-known proverb.It means before doing anything,we should carefully judge the results of our action.Before we engage anything new,we should make careful preparation.If we do something in haste without thinking about it properly and carefully,we may meet unforeseen dangers and difficulties.

Once a fox fell into a shallow well.He cursed himself for his carelessness.He tried his best to come out of the well but he could not.He began to think about some means to get out of the well.Meanwhile ,a thirsty goat happened to come there.By chance,the goat peeped into the well and was suprised to see the fox there.

She said to him,"Hello uncle,what are u doing here"?The fox replied,"Dear nephew,the water of the well is very sweet and cold.Therefore,i daily come here to drink it.If u taste it,u will surely enjoy it very much.So come down and have a drink."The goat was very foolish.She,at once,jumped into the well.The fox at once got over the back of the goat and jumped out of the well.The goat could not come out of the well.Now the goat realized her folly.

She requested the fox to help her out.The fox said,"You are foolish.You should not have jumped into the well without thinking about how to come out of it."Now go on bleeting and your master will come to get you out."In the meantime,you may enjoy the sweet water of the well.He bade goodbye to the goat and ran away to the jungle.He left the goat in trouble.
Moral:

1. Look before you leap
2. Haste makes waste