tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30472745653309175632009-10-25T21:11:47.004+01:00Cuentos y leyendas populares de todo el mundo. Folk Tales and legends from all the world. Send your folk tales and legends to / Si quieres puedes enviar tus cuentos populares y leyendas a: imarigorta[AT]gmail.comImmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410816881090498976noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047274565330917563.post-72133664993644275382009-10-25T20:56:00.003+01:002009-10-25T21:11:47.013+01:00

De las mil y una noches:Se cuenta que un rey salió disfrazado para observar qué era lo que hacían sus súbditos. Llegó a una gran alquería y entró solo en ella. Tenía mucha sed y se paró ante la puerta de una de las casas y pidió agua. Una mujer hermosa salió con un jarro y se lo entregó. El rey bebió. Al mirar a la mujer quedó prendo de ella y la solicitó. La mujer, que le había reconocido, le

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A long time ago, even before the time of the flood, the Cheakamus River provided food for the Squamish people. Each year, at the end of summer, when the salmon came home to spawn, the people would cast their cedar root nets into the water and get enough fish for the winter to come. One day, a man came to fish for food for his family for the winter. He looked into the river and found that many

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There was once a very rich and clever baron who lived in the North Riding. He was extremely well versed in those things which delve into the mysteries of life and the fortunes of men. He was famous for casting horoscopes and whenever there was a ball held at his castle, the guests delighted to see him perform. He studied a great deal and was not often wrong."What is in the stars is your fate," He

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In a far away land a thief was stealing golden apples which had the power of bestowing youth and beauty from Tsar Berendey`s magic Garden. The guards of the Tsar were unable to stop this, for as hard as they tried, the thief always got away. None of the guards could even see this thief. The Tsar was frustrated for he needed the golden apples for himself, as he was married to a very beautiful

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In the beginning of time, the earth crumbled into ashes and all the living people were devoured by the jaguars. And after all the people were devoured, and gone forever, the horrible destruction ended with ferocious earthquakes, as the earth was dying, the sun was dying with it!One thousand years later, the god Quetzacoatl, the god of the Feathered Serpent, awoke to find his beautiful earth

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A falcon hunt was probably the most favored entertainment for the nobility in medieval Russia. This phenomenon of life in the Russian state is reflected by fact that from XIV until the XVII century, the Chief of the Council of Falcon Hunting (known as the "Sokolnichiy Prikaz"), was one of the most important and influential people in the Tsar's court.Retaining such a post was not necessarily the

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Once upon a time, in a land far far away, a brother and sister walked together down a long road. The sister's name was Alyonushka, and her brother was called Ivanushka. The two had been walking a long time when they came to a cow's hoof filled with water. "May I drink from it sister?" Little Ivanushka asked. "No, or you will turn into a calf." Alyonushka answered. Little Ivanushka was very

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Los protagonistas del relato son dos hermanos pastores, que junto con tres hermanas y sus padres, vivían en la casa Iturriondobetia, en el barrio de Bargondia, de la población vizcaína de Dima.Cierto día que los hermanos andaban agrupando el ganado, parte del cual se había colado en la cueva de Baltzola, encontraron en ella una gran culebra. El menor de los hermanos comenzó a tirarle piedras y de

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Long ago on the Sanpoil River that flows southward into the Columbia River, Old Man and old Woman lived with their tribe, the Sanpoils. They were so stooped that it appeared they were walking on their knees and their elbows. Their very pretty granddaughter lived with them. One day Coyote came along and saw the old couple with the beautiful girl. Immediately, he decided that he wanted the girl for

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Some people say the village of Brancepeth was named after the great wild boar that lived in the nearby woods many years ago, `Brawn's path,' though some say it simply means `the path to Brandon,' which is a neighbouring village. No matter which is true, there was indeed a great brawn in the area once, and this is the true story of how it met its end.The men of Brancepeth had tried all the

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One upon a time it was a fox which saw a cart with fish on the road. It was winter and she laid in the middle of the road pretending she was died. The man took the fox and put her in the cart. The fox take advantage of this situation and was throwing as many fish as she could out of the cart then she jumped down and collected all the fish and went to her home.The bear smelling the fish came to

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Vivía Hernando, el Halconero, junto a la torre de Gartéiz. Era uno de los más diestros cazadores con arte de altanería y estaba reputado así entre todos los compañeros como el más entendido en su oficio.Hernando consiguió enseñar a un halcón, que era su preferido, al que cuidaba con más amor y el que en compensación le traía las mejores piezas, las aves más montesinas, las que más difícilmente

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This tale is set in the land of Tsar Dadon who is looking for a new method to protect his rich kingdom. He offers the reward of the person's choice in return for finding a perfect security system. He is disappointed when he tries several different techniques, but at last an astrologer seems to have the answer. The astrologer gives him a Golden Cockerel which will crow any time that the Kingdom is

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El rey Abderramán tenía que pasar por Navarra de regreso de Francia. El rey don Sancho, al saberlo, envió mensajeros a los valles del Roncal, Salazar, y Aezkoa con la orden de que se reunieran todos los hombres disponibles y salieran al encuentro del ejercito musulman y les presentaran batalla.Los roncaleses y salacenos se dispusieron a cumplir las órdenes del rey Sancho. Sonaron las campanas de

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A long time ago, in the Dreamtime, before there were men or animals, plants or any other thing, there was the Rainbow Serpent which was the mother of us all.She moved around in the darkness before there was the sun and the moon in the sky, and created mountain ranges, and deep channels where her great body wound its way.Where she thrashed her tail great rifts appeared, and there were great

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Un santón estaba meditando a la orilla de un río cuando otro santón quiso impresionarle con los fantásticos poderes que había adquirido gracias a las prácticas ascéticas. Para ello se dirigió el segundo adonde estaba el primero caminando sobre las aguas.Cuando llegó al sitio en el que estaba el primer santón meditando en silencio, le dijo:- ¿Has visto lo que acabo de hacer?- Sí, por supuesto, he

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This is the story of the lovers up in the night sky. It is the story of the young Weaving lady who wove all the garments for the gods in heaven and of the Shepherd Boy of the Heavens who tended the gods’ flocks. The Weaving Lady lived and worked on the shore of the River of Heaven. She was the daughter of a god and she was young and pretty but she never left off her weaving to pursue the

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There was once a poor widow who lived in the Highlands with her three daughters. They were all fair to look upon, and indeed the young men admired them; but they had no dowry, so there was no word of them getting married. All the widow had besides her cottage was a yard full of fine kail, which was the principal food of the household. But there was a big grey horse that would come, morning after

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En los tiempos en los que Hércules andaba por el mundo realizando sus famosos trabajos y librándolo de monstruos, era Túbal el rey de Iberia. Tenía éste una hija de gran belleza llamada Pirine. Llego la fama de la belleza a oídos de Gerión, un monstruo de tres cabezas, que decidió apoderarse de ella y hacerla su esposa. La bella princesa se negó rotundamente a desposarse con Gerión, el cuál,

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There was once a King in the Highlands who had a quarrel with a wizard. Now wizards are uncanny people to quarrel with, and if the Queen been alive she would no doubt have persuaded the King to “let sleeping dogs lie," as they say. Instead of which the King called the wizard a scoundrel and declared that he would be revenged on him.How it happened we do not know---whether the wizard killed the

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Ese niño era malcriado y no le obedecía a su madre. Se iba a pasear sin haber comido. No regresaba pronto. Llegaba a las diez u once de la noche. A las diez de la noche estaba triste la madre de tanto esperar a su hijo: ¿Qué haces, hijo? le preguntó su madre. Voy a dormir porque hace rato anocheció y no más te estoy esperando. No haces caso a lo que te digo. Te voy a mandar con tu padrino. No

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En cierta ocasión, una serpiente salió de su cueva con ánimo de medir su fuerza con la del hombre. Ya de salida, topó con un raposo. Le preguntó dónde podría encontrar hombres forzudos. El raposo le encaminó hacia una casa donde los ferrones (empleados de una ferrería), que en aquel momento estaban dedicados a su trabajo, podían ofrecerle la prueba de fuerza que buscaba. La serpiente, se

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Long ago, the small town of Morpeth in Northumberland was buzzing with the news of the arrival of Michael Scott, the great magician."The king of Scotland had sent Michael Scott to France to secure a treaty between the two countries," said the mayor of Morpeth to his councillors. "But because he was dressed shabbily, Michael was not allowed into the palace to speak with the king. This was not what

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In the days before the steam engine, and the times before the coal mines cut scars across the North Country, there were pretty villages scattered all around the outskirts of Newcastle.In one of these villages, long long ago, there lived an old hag who was a thief and had robbed the villagers for years. No one could prove that she was responsible for the thefts, but they were fairly sure. In the

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En las cercanías de un pueblo, en una gran sima, se guarecía un dragón de siete cabezas que tenía atemorizada la comarca; devoraba todo cuando encontraba: hombres, ganados, cualquiere cosa que considerase comestible... El caso concreto es que nadie se atrevía a transitar por aquellos caminos de muerte. Todas las familias del pueblo guardaban luto por causa de aquella bestia feroz.Angustiados los

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