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London's clubs

There were a lot of men's clubs in London a few years ago. Men went there and read their newspapers quietly, or drank or had meals with their friends.

All of these men's clubs had a lot of very good servants. At every club one of the servants was a doorman. Mr. Grace was the doorman of one of these clubs. He was fifty-five years old, and he had grey hair and a big grey moustache.

The telephone rang in his office at six o'clock in the evening, and a woman spoke to him. She said, 'Are you the doorman of the George Club?'

'Yes, I am,' Mr. Grace answered.

'Please give my husband a message,' the woman said.

'Your husband isn't at the club this evening,' Mr. Grace answered.

'But I haven't told you his name!' the woman said angrily.

'That isn't necessary,' Mr. Grace answered. 'No husband is ever at the club.

 

داستان کوهستان

Mountain Story

"A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"

He receives the answer: "Who are you?" And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!" The voice answers: "I admire you!"

Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"

He receives the answer: "Coward!" He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"

The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention." Again the man screams: "You are a champion!" The voice answers: "You are a champion!" The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do.

Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.

This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it.

" YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"

 

خانم گرین

Mrs. Green

Mrs. Green was eighty, but she had a small car she always drove to the shops in it on Saturday and bought her food.

She did not drive fast, because she was old, but she drove well and never hit anything. Sometimes her grandchildren said to her, 'Please don't drive your car, Grandmother. We can take you to the shops.'

But she always said, 'No, I like driving. I've drive in for fifty years, and I'm not going to stop now.'

Last Saturday she stopped her car at some traffic-lights because they were red, and then it did not start again. The lights were green, then yellow, then red, then green again, but her car did not start.

'What am I going to do now?' she said.

But then a policeman came and said to her kindly, 'Good morning. Don't you like any of our colors today?'

خانم گرین

خانم گرین هشتاد سالش بود، اما ماشین کوچکی داشت و همیشه با آن در روزهای شنبه برای خرید غذایش به فروشگاه می‌رفت.

او به علت پیری سریع رانندگی نمی‌کرد، اما خوب رانندگی می‌کرد و هیچوقت با چیزی برخورد(تصادف)نمیکرد.. بعضی وقت‌ها نوه‌هایش به او می‌گفتند: مادربزرگ، لطفا رانندگی نکنید، ما می توانیم تو را به فروشگاه ببریم.

اما همیشه می‌گفت: نه، من رانندگی را دوست دارم. پنجاه سال رانندگی کردم، حالا قصد ندارم از رانندگی دست بردارم.

شنبه‌ی گذشته ماشینش را پشت چراغ قرمز متوقف کرد، و حرکت نکرد. چراغ سبز، سپس زرد، سپس قرمز و دوباره سبز شد، اما حرکت نکرد

با خود گفت: حالا باید چی کار کنم؟

اما در آن هنگام پلیسی آمد و با مهربانی به او گفت: صبح بخیر، شما هیچ کدام از رنگ‌های چراغ راهنمایی ما رو دوست ندارید

آزمون خیلی سخت

Difficult Essay Exam

One day a student was taking a very difficult essay exam. At the end of the test, the prof asked all the students to put their pencils down and immediately hand in their tests. The young man kept writing furiously, although he was warned that if he did not stop immediately he would be disqualified. He ignored the warning, finished the test. Minutes later, and went to hand the test to his instructor. The instructor told him he would not take the test.

The student asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The prof said, "No and I don't care."

The student asked again, "Are you sure you don't know who I am?"

The prof again said no. Therefore, the student walked over to the pile of tests, placed his in the middle, then threw the papers in the air "Good" the student said, and walked out. He passed.

آزمون خیلی سخت

روزی یک دانش‌آموز یک آزمون خیلی سخت داشت. در آخر امتحان، استاد از همه‌ی دانش‌آموزان خواست که قلم‌هایشان را پایین بگذارند و بلافاصله دست خود را در روی برگه خود بگذارند. مرد جوان با خشم به نوشتن ادامه داد، گو اینکه او مطلع بود که اگر او بلافاصله دست نگه ندارد او محروم خواهد شد. او اخطار را نادیده گرفت و امتحان را تمام کرد. دقایقی بعد، با برگه‌ی آزمون به سوی آموزگار خود رفت. آموزگار به او گفت که برگه امتحانی او را نخواهد گرفت.

دانش آموز پرسید: «می دانی من چه کسی هستم»

استاد گفت: «نه و اهمیتی نمیدم»

دانش آموز دوباره پرسید: «مطمئنی که مرا نمی شناسی؟»

استاد دوباره گفت نه. بنابراین دانش آموز رفت سمت برگه‌ها و برگه خودشو وسط اونا جا داد (جوری که استاد نمی‌تونست بفهمه که کدوم برگه اونه!) اونوقت [با خوشحالی] کاغذهایی که تو دستش بود رو به هوا پرت کرد و گفت: ایول! و رفت سمت بیرون.

المپیک ویژه

Special Olympics

A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100 yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry The other eight heard the boy. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,” This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes.

People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know one thing. What matters most in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

المپیک ویژه

چندین سال پیش در المپیک معلولین ،در سیاتل،نه شرکت کننده معلول جسمانی و یا ذهنی در خط شروع دو صد مترقرار گرفتند.با صدای شلیک،همه هر چند بدون عجله اما با شور و اشتیاق برای برنده شدن،شروع به دویدن کردند.در این میان پسری زمین خورد(روی آسفالت لغزید) و شروع به گریه کردهشت نفر دیگر صدای پسرک را شنیدند،سرعتشان را کم کردند و به عقب نگاه کردند.همه با یک نظر به عقب ،تصمیم به برگشت گرفتند.یک به یک آنها .یک دختر که معلول ذهنی بود خم شد و پسرک را بوسید و گفت:این خوبش می کنه.همه نه نفر دست در دست هم به مسابقه ادامه دادند تا از خط پایان گذشتند.همه در استادیوم ایستادند و برای چندین دقیقه آنها را تشویق کردند

مردمی که آنجا بودند هنوز آن ماجرا را روایت می کنند.چرا؟چون عمیقا ما یک چیز را میدانیم.چیزی که در زندگی اهمیت بیشتری دارد از بردن خودمان مهمتر است.آنچه بدرستی در زندگی اهمیت دارد کمک به این است که دیگران ببرند،حتی اگر موجب به عقب برگشتن و تغییر مسیرمان باشد

داستان انگلیسی پرنده و قفس

The bird and the cage

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with perfect wings and with glossy, colorful feathers. He was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid that she would never feel the same way about the other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.

And she felt alone.

And her thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want."

However, a strange transformation began to take place; now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest.

The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contently amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had trilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied.

"If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."