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      <title>The Strange-Looking Man by Anil Bhusal</title>
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      <pubDate>2025-02-01 00:49:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><strong>A tiny village lay among the mountains of a country from which for four years the men had gone forth (left) to fight. First the best men had gone, then the older men, then the youths (young men), and lastly the school boys. It will be seen that no men could have been left in the village except the very aged (old), and the bodily incapacitated (physically disabled), who soon died, owing to the war policy (official plan) of the government which was to let the useless perish (die) that there might be more food for the useful.</strong></p></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <title>2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><strong>Now it chanced (happened by luck) that while all the men went away, save (except) those left to die of slow starvation (extreme hunger), only a few returned, and these few were crippled (disabled) and disfigured (having a damaged appearance) in various ways. One young man had only part of a face, and had to wear a painted tin mask, like a holiday-maker (someone enjoying a holiday). Another had two legs but no arms, and another two arms but no legs. One man could scarcely (barely) be looked at by his own mother, having had his eyes burned out of his head until he stared like Death. One had neither arms nor legs, and was mad (mentally unstable) of his misery (suffering) besides, and lay all day in a cradle (small bed for babies) like a baby. And there was a quite old man who strangled (choked) night and day from having sucked in poison-gas; and another, a mere (only) boy, who shook, like a leaf in a high wind, from shell-shock (mental trauma caused by war), and screamed at a sound. And he too had lost a hand, and part of his face, though not enough to warrant (justify) the expense of a mask for him.</strong></p></blockquote>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 00:52:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>3</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Now it chanced (happened by luck) that while all the men went away, save (except) those left to die of slow starvation (extreme hunger), only a few returned, and these few were crippled (disabled) and disfigured (having a damaged appearance) in various ways. One young man had only part of a face, and had to wear a painted tin mask, like a holiday-maker (someone enjoying a holiday). Another had two legs but no arms, and another two arms but no legs. One man could scarcely (barely) be looked at by his own mother, having had his eyes burned out of his head until he stared like Death. One had neither arms nor legs, and was mad (mentally unstable) of his misery (suffering) besides, and lay all day in a cradle (small bed for babies) like a baby. And there was a quite old man who strangled (choked) night and day from having sucked in poison-gas; and another, a mere (only) boy, who shook, like a leaf in a high wind, from shell-shock (mental trauma caused by war), and screamed at a sound. And he too had lost a hand, and part of his face, though not enough to warrant (justify) the expense of a mask for him.</strong></p><p><br></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 00:57:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>4</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>All these men, except he who had been crazed (driven insane) by horror (fear and shock) of himself, had been furnished (provided) with ingenious (cleverly made) appliances (devices) to enable them to be partly self-supporting (earning for themselves), and to earn enough to pay their share of the taxes (government fees) which burdened (weighed down) their defeated (lost in war) nation.</strong></p><p><strong>To go through that village after the war was something like going through a life-sized toy-village with all the mechanical (machine-like) figures wound up (made to move) and clicking. Only instead of the figures being new, and gay (cheerful), and pretty, they were battered (damaged) and grotesque (ugly in a shocking way) and inhuman (not appearing human).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 00:58:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>5</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>There would be the windmill (structure with sails to grind grain), and the smithy (blacksmith’s workshop), and the public house (village pub). There would be row of cottages (small village houses), the village church, the sparkling waterfall, the parti-colored (multicolored) fields spread out like bright kerchiefs (scarves) on the hillsides, the parading (walking proudly) fowl (farm birds), the goats and cows,—though not many of these last. There would be the women, and with them some children; very few, however, for the women had been getting reasonable (sensible), and were now refusing to have sons who might one day be sent back to them limbless (without arms or legs) and mad, to be rocked in cradles—for many years, perhaps.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 00:59:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Still, the younger women, softer creatures of impulse (acting on emotions), had borne (given birth to) a child or two. One of these, born the second year of the war, was a very blonde (fair-haired) and bullet-headed (round-headed) rascal (mischievous boy) of three, with a bullying air (bossy attitude), and of a roving disposition (restless nature). But such traits (characteristics) appear engaging (charming) in children of sufficiently tender years (very young age), and he was a sort of village plaything (pet), here, there, and everywhere, on the most familiar (friendly) terms with the wrecks (damaged survivors) of the war which the Government of that country had made.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 01:00:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>7</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>He tried on the tin mask and played with the baker’s mechanical (artificial) leg, so indulgent (kind and allowing) were they of his caprices (whims and desires); and it amused (entertained) him excessively (a lot) to rock the cradle of the man who had no limbs (arms or legs), and who was his father.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 01:02:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>In and out he ran, and was humoured (indulged) to his bent (as much as he wanted). To one he seemed the son he had lost, to another the son he might have had, had the world gone differently. To others he served as a brief escape (short relief) from the shadow of a future without hope; to others yet, the diversion (distraction) of an hour. This last was especially true of the blind man who sat at the door of his old mother’s cottage binding (tying together) brooms. The presence (company) of the child seemed to him like a warm ray of sunshine falling across his hand, and he would lure (tempt) him to linger (stay longer) by letting him try on the great blue goggles (protective glasses) which he found it best to wear in public. But no disfigurement (deformity) or deformity appeared to frighten the little fellow. These had been his playthings from earliest infancy (babyhood).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 01:03:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>9</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>One morning, his mother, being busy washing clothes, had left him alone, confident (sure) that he would soon seek out some friendly fragment (part) of soldier, and entertain himself till noon and hunger-time. But occasionally (sometimes) children have odd (strange) notions (ideas), and do the exact opposite of what one supposes (expects).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <title>10</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>On this brilliant (bright) summer morning the child fancied (wanted) a solitary (alone) ramble (walk) along the bank of the mountain stream (small river). Vaguely (unclearly) he meant to seek a pool higher up, and to cast (throw) stones in it. He wandered (walked aimlessly) slowly, straying (going off track) now and then into small valleys, or chasing wayside (roadside) ducks. It was past ten before he gained (reached) the green-gleaming (shining green) and foam-whitened (covered in white bubbles) pool, sunk in the shadow of a tall grey rock over whose flat top three pine trees swayed (moved gently) in the fresh breeze (light wind). Under them, looking to the child like a white cloud in a green sky, stood a beautiful young man, poised (balanced) on the sheer (steep) brink (edge) for a dive. A single instant (moment) he stood there, clad (dressed) only in shadow and sunshine, the next he had dived so expertly (skillfully) that he scarcely (barely) splashed up the water around him. Then his dark, dripping (wet) head rose in sight, his glittering (shining) arm thrust up (pushed up), and he swam vigorously (energetically) to shore. He climbed the rock for another dive. These actions he repeated in pure sport (for fun) and joy in life so often that his little spectator (watcher) became dizzy (lightheaded) with watching.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 01:04:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>11</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>At length (finally) he had enough of it and stooped (bent down) for his discarded (thrown away) garments (clothes). These he carried to a more sheltered (protected) spot and rapidly put on, the child still wide-eyed (staring in amazement) and wondering, for indeed he had much to occupy his attention.</strong></p><p><strong>He had two arms, two legs, a whole face with eyes, nose, mouth, chin, and ears, complete. He could see, for he had glanced (looked) about him as he dressed. He could speak, for he sang loudly. He could hear, for he had turned quickly at the whir (buzzing sound) of pigeon-wings behind him. His skin was smooth all over, and nowhere on it were the dark scarlet map (red patches) which the child found so interesting on the arms, face, and breast of the burned man. It was truly inexplicable (unexplainable), and therefore terrifying (scary).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 01:05:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>The child was beginning to whimper (cry softly), to tremble (shake), to look wildly about for his mother, when the young man observed (noticed) him.</strong></p><p><strong>‘Hullo!’ he cried eagerly (with excitement), ‘if it isn’t a child!’</strong></p><p><strong>He came forward across the footbridge (small bridge for walking) with a most ingratiating (charming and friendly) smile, for this was the first time that day he had seen a child, and he had been thinking it remarkable (unusual) that there should be so few children in a valley where, when he had travelled that way five years before, there had been so many he had scarcely (barely) been able to find pennies for them. So, he cried ‘Hullo’ quite joyously (happily), and searched in his pockets.</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 02:41:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>But, to his amazement (great surprise), the bullet-headed (round-headed) little blond boy screamed out in terror (fear), and fled (ran away) for protection (safety) into the arms of a hurriedly approaching (quickly coming) young woman. She embraced (held) him with evident relief (clear comfort), and was lavishing (giving) on him terms of scolding (scolding words) and endearment (loving words) in the same breath, when the traveller came up, looking as if his feeling were hurt.</strong></p><p><strong>‘I assure (promise) you, Madam,’ said he, ‘that I only meant to give your little boy these pennies.’ He examined (looked at) himself with an air of wonder (confusion). ‘What on earth is there about me to frighten a child?’ he queried (asked) plaintively (in a sad way).</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>The young peasant-woman (village woman) smiled indulgently (kindly and patiently) on them both—on the child now sobbing (crying), his face buried in her skirt, and on the boyish (youthful-looking), perplexed (confused), and beautiful young man.</strong></p><p><strong>‘It is because he finds the Herr (Mr.) Traveller so strange-looking,’ she said, curtsying (bowing slightly). ‘He is quite small,’ she showed his smallness with a gesture (hand movement), ‘and it is the first time he has even seen a whole man.’</strong></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 02:44:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Strange Looking Man</title>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-01 02:55:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Summary about village </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Once upon a time there was a beautiful village. It was fought a war for four years. All people were expected with old and disabled by sent to the war. All were becoming disabled when distigured for the war. Some of them had leg but some have not hands. Some of them have hands but som of them not have legs. Others people's have their faced problems.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-02 04:11:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The story is about a tiny village where most of the men and youths go for the war and only few men remain left in the village.</p><p>When the war ends, very few of them return back but with different disabilities. None of them seem wholly fit. There is a three years old boy, son of the man who has lost his arms and legs in the war. He often plays with the soldiers' artificial limbs and is loved by the villagers. One day when the boy walks along a riverbank and starts playing there, he gets surprised looking at a young man who is fully fit;a complete structure of healthy body. He hasn't seen such man in his village so he cries and runs toward his village . The young man knowing this follows him. At last, he comes to know about the reason from the little boy's mother. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-02 04:14:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>There was a tiny village. It suffers from War after four <a rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="http://years.so">years.So</a> all of the man we're injured . No one have full parts of body . Some had leg but not arms .some have arms but no legs and some have no eyes. That's they covered form masks and artificial body part.</p><p>         The beautiful village was converted into a mechanical figure . So youngest women didn't want to give birth baby.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-02 04:56:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>                    The story shows that the war and effects in the village. There was a small village in a mountainous country. All the men had to go fight in the war expect children, women and very old people. Those who had returned from the war were disfigured and limbless. All the women had stopped giving birth to sons so that they would not have to return from the war being injured. But one young women born a son. He was familiar with all the war returned soldiers and incomplete body of the soldier was normal to him.                                                       One day the boy went to the pool to through stones. There he saw a complete man diving into the pool. The man had both hands, legs, eyes, ears and he could speak and listen. The boy who could not see such complete man before became horrible. The man wanted to give some money to the boy so he called him. But the boy was afraid of the man and ran away to his mother and she embraced him. The young man asked her why the boy was frightened of him. The woman replied that it was the first time the small child had seen a whole man. The complete man became a strange man to the boy. It is the effects of war in human psychology.    </p><p><br></p>]]></description>
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