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Welcome to Folktaler Stories, a calming podcast inspired by childhood storytimes. Born from a hobby to cope with anxiety, we share the joy of reading favorite books, folktales out loud with listeners worldwide. Our host's soothing voice eases anxiety and promotes connection, creating a peaceful escape from daily stresses. Rediscover the simple joy of being read to and let the power of the spoken word bring warmth and comfort to your heart. Subscribe to Read It Aloud and embark on a soothing literary adventure that fills you with happiness and nostalgia.

Still don’t know what you want to be when you grow up? Host Avery Moore Kloss brings you conversations with professionals in every field -- think clown, midwife, camp director -- to learn more about the “How?” and the “Why?” of the careers we choose.

Once there lived an old man and old woman. The old man said, "Old woman, bake me a bun." "What can I make it from? I have no flour." "Eh, eh, old woman! Scrape the cupboard, sweep the flour bin, and you will find enough flour." The old woman picked up a duster, scraped the cupboard, swept the flour bin and gathered about two handfuls of flour. She mixed the dough with sour cream, fried it in butter, and put the bun on the window sill to cool.

Once there was a woman who had both a daughter of her own, whom she loved, and a stepdaughter, whom she hated. One day, the woman ordered her husband to take her stepdaughter out into the winter fields and leave her there to die, and he obeyed. Morozko finds her there; she is polite and kind to him, so he gives her a chest full of beautiful things and fine garments.

Zhili muzhik da baba. U nih byla dochka da synok malen'kij. - Dochen'ka, - govorila mat', - my pojdem na rabotu, beregi bratca! Ne hodi so dvora, bud' umnicej - my kupim tebe platochek. Otec s mater'ju ushli, a dochka pozabyla, chto ej prikazyvali: posadila bratca na travke pod okoshko, sama pobezhala na ulicu, zaigralas', zaguljalas'.

Posadil ded repku i govorit: - Rasti, rasti, repka sladkaja! Rasti, rasti, repka krepkaja! Vyrosla repka sladkaja, krepkaja bol'shaja-prebol'shaja....

Zhila-byla koza, sdelala sebe v lesu izbushku i narozhala detok. Chasto uhodila koza v bor iskat' kormu. Kak tol'ko ujdet, kozljatki zaprut za neju izbushku, a sami nikuda ne vyhodjat.

Zhili-byli babushka-starushka, vnuchka-hohotushka, kurochka-klohtushka i myshka-norushka. Kazhdyj den' hodili oni za vodoj. U babushki byli vedra bol'shie, u vnuchki - pomen'she, u kurochki - s ogurchik, u myshki - s naperstochek.

Stoit v pole teremok. Bezhit mimo myshka-norushka. Uvidela teremok, ostanovilas' i sprashivaet: - Terem-teremok! Kto v tereme zhivjot? Nikto ne otzyvaetsja. Voshla myshka v teremok i stala tam zhit'....

Odna devochka ushla iz doma v les. V lesu ona zabludilas' i stala iskat' dorogu domoj, da ne nashla, a prishla v lesu k domiku....

Come into the tea-room & with Zen monks Hwalson, and his student Myungju, at the Detroit Zen Center, as they read spiritual folk-tales, and share conversations about them.