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ادامه مطلب ...
A Spider in the Museum
Once upon a time, there was a painting spider, one of those artistic species of spider, that live in the basements of museums and galleries. They live there alongside paintings left and forgotten for years; certainly a suitable place to spin the most impressive of webs. Our spider spun the best webs in the whole museum, and his house was really spectacular. All his efforts went into looking after the web, which he considered to be the most valuable in the world.
However, as time went on, the museum set about reorganising its paintings, and it started making space upstairs to put some of the basement paintings on display. Many of the basement spiders realised what was happening, and were cautious about it, but our spider paid it no mind:
-"Doesn't matter,"
he would say,
-"it'll just be a few paintings."
More and more paintings were removed from the basement, but the spider carried on reinforcing his web,
-"Where am I going to find a better place than this?"
he would say.
That was, until early one morning when, too quick for him to react, they took his own painting, along with the spider and his web. The spider realised that just for not having wanted to lose his web, he was now going to end up in the exhibition room.
In an act of strength and decisiveness, he chose to abandon his magnificent web, the web he had worked his whole life to build up. And it's a good job he did so, because that way he saved himself from the insect killer they were spraying on the paintings up in the exhibition room.
In his escape, after overcoming many difficulties, the spider ended up in a secluded little garden, where he found such a quiet corner that there he was able to spin an even better web, and became a much happier spider.
Once upon a time, there was a painting spider, one of those artistic species of spider, that live in the basements of museums and galleries. They live there alongside paintings left and forgotten for years; certainly a suitable place to spin the most impressive of webs. Our spider spun the best webs in the whole museum, and his house was really spectacular. All his efforts went into looking after the web, which he considered to be the most valuable in the world.
However, as time went on, the museum set about reorganising its paintings, and it started making space upstairs to put some of the basement paintings on display. Many of the basement spiders realised what was happening, and were cautious about it, but our spider paid it no mind:
-"Doesn't matter,"
he would say,
-"it'll just be a few paintings."
More and more paintings were removed from the basement, but the spider carried on reinforcing his web,
-"Where am I going to find a better place than this?"
he would say.
That was, until early one morning when, too quick for him to react, they took his own painting, along with the spider and his web. The spider realised that just for not having wanted to lose his web, he was now going to end up in the exhibition room.
In an act of strength and decisiveness, he chose to abandon his magnificent web, the web he had worked his whole life to build up. And it's a good job he did so, because that way he saved himself from the insect killer they were spraying on the paintings up in the exhibition room.
In his escape, after overcoming many difficulties, the spider ended up in a secluded little garden, where he found such a quiet corner that there he was able to spin an even better web, and became a much happier spider.
ترجمه فارسی در ادامه مطلب
Mr.White
Mr.White
Mr. White has a small shop in the middle of town, and he sells pictures in it. They are not expensive ones, but some of them are quite pretty. Last Saturday a woman came into the shop and looked at a lot of pictures. Then she took Mr. White to one of them and said, 'How much do you want for this one?' It was a picture of horses in a field.
Mr. White looked at it for a few seconds and then went and brought his book. He opened it, looked at the first page and then said, 'I want twenty pounds for that one.'
The woman shut her eyes for a few seconds and then said, 'I can give you two pounds for it.
Two pounds?' Mr. White said angrily. 'Two pounds? But the canvas cost more than two pounds.
Oh, but it was clean then,' the woman said.
ادامه مطلب ...
Mr. White has a small shop in the middle of town, and he sells pictures in it. They are not expensive ones, but some of them are quite pretty. Last Saturday a woman came into the shop and looked at a lot of pictures. Then she took Mr. White to one of them and said, 'How much do you want for this one?' It was a picture of horses in a field.
Mr. White looked at it for a few seconds and then went and brought his book. He opened it, looked at the first page and then said, 'I want twenty pounds for that one.'
The woman shut her eyes for a few seconds and then said, 'I can give you two pounds for it.
Two pounds?' Mr. White said angrily. 'Two pounds? But the canvas cost more than two pounds.
Oh, but it was clean then,' the woman said.
داستان انگلیسی پسربچه و کلم با ترجمه فارسی
داستان انگلیسی پسربچه و کلم
There was once a boy who - although very good and obedient - hated eating cabbage. Whenever he had to eat it he would complain and get extremely angry. One day, his mother decided to send him to the market to buy... a cabbage! So the boy was, of course, disgusted at this turn of events.
At the market, the boy reluctantly purchased one, but this wasn't just any old cabbage. It happened to be a cabbage which hated children. After an enormous argument, the boy and the cabbageset off for home, in silence, their anger barely below the surface the whole time. On the way, while crossing the river, the boy slipped and both of them fell into the rapids and were pulled under by the current. With great effort, they managed to come to the surface, grab onto a plank of wood, and stay afloat.
They had to spend so much time together, adrift on that plank, that after becoming mightily bored, they ended up conversing. They got to know each other, and became friends. They played manybizarre games, like the fish without a rod, the tiny hiding place, and the King of the mountain.
Chatting with his new friend, the boy understood the importance, at his young age, of vegetables like the cabbage, and how wrong it is to always be bad-mouthing them. The cabbage, for his part, realised that sometimes his flavour was a touch strong, and strange to children. So they agreed that when they reached home, the boy would treat the cabbage with great respect, and the cabbage would do its best to taste like spaghetti.
Their agreement was nothing if not a great success. The boy's mother was greatly surprised at how willingly he ate the cabbage, and the boy prepared the best hiding place in his tummy for the cabbage, shouting "Mmm! What great spaghetti!"
At the market, the boy reluctantly purchased one, but this wasn't just any old cabbage. It happened to be a cabbage which hated children. After an enormous argument, the boy and the cabbageset off for home, in silence, their anger barely below the surface the whole time. On the way, while crossing the river, the boy slipped and both of them fell into the rapids and were pulled under by the current. With great effort, they managed to come to the surface, grab onto a plank of wood, and stay afloat.
They had to spend so much time together, adrift on that plank, that after becoming mightily bored, they ended up conversing. They got to know each other, and became friends. They played manybizarre games, like the fish without a rod, the tiny hiding place, and the King of the mountain.
Chatting with his new friend, the boy understood the importance, at his young age, of vegetables like the cabbage, and how wrong it is to always be bad-mouthing them. The cabbage, for his part, realised that sometimes his flavour was a touch strong, and strange to children. So they agreed that when they reached home, the boy would treat the cabbage with great respect, and the cabbage would do its best to taste like spaghetti.
Their agreement was nothing if not a great success. The boy's mother was greatly surprised at how willingly he ate the cabbage, and the boy prepared the best hiding place in his tummy for the cabbage, shouting "Mmm! What great spaghetti!"
ترجمه فارسی در ادامه مطلب
خدایا با من حرف بزن
God, speak to me
The man whispered, “God, speak to me” and a meadowlark sang .But, the man did not hear. So the man yelled, “God, speak to me” and the thunder rolled across the sky .But, the man did not listen. The man looked around and said, “God let me see you.” And a star shone brightly .But the man did not see. And, the man shouted, “God show me a miracle.” And, a life was born .But, the man did not notice. So, the man cried out in despair, “Touch me God, and let me know you are here.” Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man .But, the man brushed the butterfly away … and walked on
The man whispered, “God, speak to me” and a meadowlark sang .But, the man did not hear. So the man yelled, “God, speak to me” and the thunder rolled across the sky .But, the man did not listen. The man looked around and said, “God let me see you.” And a star shone brightly .But the man did not see. And, the man shouted, “God show me a miracle.” And, a life was born .But, the man did not notice. So, the man cried out in despair, “Touch me God, and let me know you are here.” Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man .But, the man brushed the butterfly away … and walked on
مردی گفت: خدایا با من حرف بزن.و پرنده ای شروع به آواز خواندن کرد ولی مرد متوجه نشد،مرد فریاد زد خدایا بامن حرف بزن و رعد وبرقی در آسمان به صدا در آمد ولی مرد نفهمید. مرد به اطراف نگاه کرد و گفت خدایا بگذار ببینمت و ستاره ای پرسو درخشید. مرد متوجه نشد . سپس مرد فریاد زد خدایا به من معجزه ای نشان بده وزندگی متولد شد ولی مرد نفهمید.مرد با ناامیدی گریه کرد و گفت: خدایا مرا لمس کن، و بگذار بدانم که اینجایی. در نتیجه خدا پایین آمد و مرد را لمس کرد ولی مرد پروانه را با دستانش از خود دور کرد و رفت.
آرزوهای لستر
The Wishes of Lester
Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes-
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simple wished for three more wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six - or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes 'til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more...and more...they multiplied.
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted - and grew old.
And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead - with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new - here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more wishes-
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simple wished for three more wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six - or is it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes 'til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And then he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
And more...and more...they multiplied.
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted - and grew old.
And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead - with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new - here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.