The Adventures of the Russian Boy

Jason Barnes

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Audiobooks

Description

Voice narrated a Russian children's novel for a client based in Moscow, for their English translated audiobook.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Chapter three 1990 first Adventures, 1990 A One way trip up the tree. If my first shocks came from the outside world, about which there was little that I could do that, my first adventures were the fruit of my more or less conscious decisions, my inner world was catching up with the outside world, bringing about various activities. One day my curiosity led me to a tree branch from which I couldn't climb down by myself. And I didn't even try to, which was probably for the best. There are a few things here to note. Firstly, this tree was not far away only in the yard by the next house over from us. Secondly, the boys there said I should do it. Thirdly, although I knew these boys they were hardly close friends. But they were older. And fourthly, I had been warned that while it may be easy to climb up is hard to get down. Then again, I'd also been taught that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. It wasn't that high up just two or three metres from the ground, but this height stared up interesting sensations in me as I think most men will understand. It opened up a wonderful view in front of me that said I already lived on the sixth floor. What use could I possibly see from a tree that I couldn't see from 60 metres high? So up we climbed sat for a while that it was time to get down. After taking a little time on trying to get down, I realised that I couldn't do it by myself. And my friends had already gone. Thanks a lot. Older boys from the yard over who I barely knew. So there I sat, waiting for something. Not sure what it was. Lunchtime. So was beginning to get hungry. Should I shout for help? Nope. First of all, that would be too embarrassing. Second of all, I was a man, not an old lady at a market stall. I can't say that was sitting there for very long. I got lucky. My friends ran by and asked me where my piece of cheese was. I didn't get it at first, but then I realised they were joking as if I was the crow from the fable The Crow and the Fox, which we learnt at school. What they were saying was I should ask for some help. It was lunchtime, so I asked him to call my mother. She soon came running out, bringing a big, strong man with her who plucked me out of the tree, Jefty, as easily as I'd gotten up there in the first place. When we got in, she didn't tell me off. She wasn't cross. I'd already learned my lesson. No need to shout about it.