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آموزش کلمات تافل TOEFL

محتوای آموزشی این دوره تحت نظر یکی از مدرسان مجرب آموزشگاه یادپرداز تدوین و قابل استفاده برای زبان آموزان عزیز می باشد.

<h1 dir="rtl">با سبک جدید و با سیستمی هوشمند زبان انگلیسی را یاد بگیرید.</h1>

سامانه شامل ابزار های کمکی فراوان برای سهولت یادگیری می باشد.

امکان استفاده از جعبه لایتنر و فلش کارت از ویژگی های جذاب این سامانه است که همراه دوره آموزشی در اختیار زبان آموزان قرار می گیرد.

سامانه هر روز به شما کمک می کند تا با یک سیستم هوشمند کار کنید و استمرار در یادگیری داشته باشید و گزارش پیشرفت از میزان یادگیری تان را در اختیار شما می گذارد.

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دوره آموزشی ویژه مدرس

اصطلاحات کاربردی

یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های یادگیری زبان انگلیسی، استفاده از سیستم های هوشمند جدیده و چقدر خوبه که یک سیستم با یک الگوریتم هوشمند با ما تمرین و تکرار کنه&nbsp;تا روند یادگیری ما&nbsp;لذت بخش باشه&nbsp;و سریع تر و راحت تر زبان یاد بگیریم و گزارش جامعی از روند یادگیری را هم به ما بده.

ما در&nbsp;یادپرداز&nbsp;به آموزش مفاهیم اصلی کتاب&nbsp;زبان انگلیسی پایه هفتم (دوره اول متوسطه)&nbsp;پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی فرد با دیدن تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد میگیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر فرد این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن او نقش ببندد. مکالمات و تمرین های کتاب همه جا در دسترس فرد هست و می تواند با سایر دوستانش به مسابقه و رقابت بپردازد.

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت&nbsp;دوره های آموزشی&nbsp;از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

انگلیسی پایه هفتم - دوره اول متوسطه

This week I&rsquo;m back with another episode in our series, Childe Rowland. Our story continues where the traditional tale leaves off. In the Story so far, Rowland, his two elder brothers, and his sister Ellen have left the land of the Elves. Back in the land of the humans, the first place they come to is an inn where the Innkeeper and some of the guests take a keen interest in Rowland&rsquo;s sword, Excalibur. When the four young ones move on, they are ambushed in the woods by robbers. They fight off their attackers, who leave behind one of their number, wounded on the ground. It turns out that the wounded man is the innkeeper. Even though he has attacked them, they tend to his wounds and take him back to the inn where Ellen and the innkeeper&rsquo;s daughter take care of him. Ellen has sent her brothers out to buy some medicinal herbs.

The boys rode into the town, found plenty of common herbs on the market stalls, including nettles, wild primrose and cowslip, but plants on their sister&rsquo;s list were harder to find.

&ldquo;Good Lady. Do you sell bishopwort?&rdquo; asked Edmond to one store holder. 
&ldquo;Bishop-what?&rdquo;

Edmond shrugged.

&ldquo;It&rsquo;s got purple bells and it&rsquo;s good for aches and pains,&rdquo; said Rowland, who had been an attentive student of Merlin.

The two women behind the stall looked at each other: &ldquo;Sounds like Betony,&rdquo; said one.

&ldquo;Yes, I remember now, that&rsquo;s another name for it,&rdquo; said Rowland. 
&ldquo;Well, we don&rsquo;t have any.&rdquo;

&ldquo;We also need some wormwood and hollow leek.&rdquo;

&ldquo;What do you need those for?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Medicine,&rdquo; said Edmond.

The market woman scrutinized his face, as if she was looking for some mark or special feature.

&ldquo;You must be those young noble wizards everyone is talking about,&rdquo; she said.

&ldquo;We are the children of Arthur Pendragon,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;We are not wizards. We are apprentice knights.&rdquo;

&ldquo;So you want to be like them Knights of the Round Table? We remember those times - dark days they were. Dragons. Elves. &hellip;..forever wars &hellip; always fighting.&rdquo;

&ldquo;How dare you say such things?&rdquo; asked Edmund. &ldquo;Those years were the most glorious in history. The noble knights of the round table lived without villainy or treachery They protected the weak and defenseless.

They helped widows and orphans. They sought the Holy Grail&hellip; And we shall continue their good work.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well you won&rsquo;t find them magic herbs here. You best try the nuns. They grow all sorts of strange plants in their medicine garden.&rdquo;

And indeed, the boys were able to buy what they needed from the convent that was outside the town. The nuns blessed the healing herbs, and asked the boys to kneel so that they could sprinkle holy water on them.

Then, as it was getting late, the boys rode back as fast as they could to the inn, carrying the medicine.

For the next few days, Ellen and the innkeeper&rsquo;s daughter, who was called Titha, tended to the wounded innkeeper. Ellen boiled the herbs into a paste and used them as a soothing ointment. They also prepared healing herbal baths for the patient, and fed him on chicken soup.

Every day, Benedict would come into the sick room and say: &ldquo;He&rsquo;s looking better, can we leave now.&rdquo;

And Ellen would reply.

&ldquo;Brother, be patient, healing takes time.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well, ask him why he was riding with the robbers.&rdquo;

&ldquo;All in good time, brother, let him rest.&rdquo;

Benedict was not happy. He suspected that the innkeeper was part of a plot to rob them of their most precious possession, their father&rsquo;s sword Excalibur. As the eldest of the brothers, he thought he should be the one who carried the famous weapon on his side. But his younger brother, Rowland, was adamant.

&ldquo;Merlin entrusted the sword to me.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well you better not let it out of your sight,&rdquo; said Benedict. &ldquo;Because if you lose it, you will have to answer to me!&rdquo;

Over the next week, the boys took their horses out for gallops over the fields, hunted for game in the woods, and played football with the locals on the village green.

Everywhere they went, Rowland took Excalibur with him. Of course, playing football with a sword attached to your waist is no easy feat, so he had to lay it down on the ground, always within his sight.

The wounded Innkeeper was well on the road to recover. Soon he managed to hobble into the main part of the Inn to sit with the customers - who congratulated him on his recovery.

&ldquo;Father, lie down, you are not well enough yet!&rdquo; protested his daughter.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not the fool you take me for. All the while I&rsquo;m lying in bed, you lot are robbing me blind! Free drinks on the house, I&rsquo;ll be bound! Lovely! Only I&rsquo;m the one that&rsquo;s paying for it!&rdquo;

&ldquo;You talk such nonsense father!&rdquo;

His friends laughed and told him to stop moaning.

&ldquo;Back from the dead, eh!&rdquo;

&ldquo;We thought you was a gonner!&rdquo;

&ldquo;What medicine are you taking? cos I want some of that.&rdquo;

Titha said: &ldquo;We are so grateful to Ellen. Her knowledge of healing is better than any magic! She is like a sister to me now!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Here, I&rsquo;ve got toothache,&rdquo; said another man numbly. &ldquo;Have you got anything for that?&rdquo;

&ldquo;A little swipe of this ointment on your gum should help ease it,&rdquo; said Ellen, placing a blob of ointment in his hand. He dipped his finger in it, and ran it inside his mouth, and then smiled.

&ldquo;You do not lie,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;This is powerful magic.&rdquo;

The innkeeper sat with the customer&rsquo;s until evening, when the boys returned from the hunt, splattered in mud, and carrying partridges and wood pigeons for the kitchen.

&ldquo;Congratulations on your recovery!&rdquo; declared Benedict when he saw the Innkeeper. &ldquo;Now you can tell us why you were robbing us before I call the sheriff!&rdquo;

Ellen came up to him and said, &ldquo;Brother, now&rsquo;s not the time!&rdquo;

But Benedict had lost patience. He drew his sword and lurched at the Innkeeper: Titha tried to get in his way, but he grabbed the innkeeper by the collar.

&ldquo;Confess now! Or by the time I&rsquo;ve finished with you, my sister will need more than a few herbs to heal your wounds!&rdquo;

Three of the innkeeper&rsquo;s friends pulled out daggers. Edmond and Rowland drew their swords, and looked like they meant to use them.

&ldquo;Calm yourselves!&rdquo; begged the Innkeeper, &ldquo;Let me speak. I&rsquo;ll tell you the true story. I&rsquo;m an innocent man, I swear. I&rsquo;m a man of peace.&rdquo;

&ldquo;A fine man of peace who robs your own guests!&rdquo; declared Edmond.

&ldquo;Everyone put your weapons away and let him speak!&rdquo; insisted Ellen. &ldquo;Is this how Merlin taught you to act as guests?&rdquo;

And Rowland said: &ldquo;Yes, no need for weapons or threats. Let him speak,&rdquo; and he returned his father&rsquo;s sword to its scabbard.

&ldquo;You see,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;three years ago, there was a fire in the kitchen and the whole inn burned down. You can ask anyone who lives here about it. I&rsquo;m telling you the truth.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes, he speaks the truth. We remember it well,&rdquo; said one of his friends. 
&ldquo;What could I do? I had to borrow money while we built it again. But who could I borrow it from? I don&rsquo;t have rich friends. I had to go to the fairy folk. They are the only ones with gold to spare around here.&rdquo;

Benedict scoffed. &ldquo;We don&rsquo;t believe fairies share their gold,&rdquo; he said. 
&ldquo;You are right, they don&rsquo;t give it away. They demand that I return twice what they lent me. That&rsquo;s their terms. And seeing as I can&rsquo;t pay, they threatened to take my dear daughter!&rdquo;

As he said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

&ldquo;The very night that you young noble came to my humble inn, the Fairy Queen came to take Titha. I begged her majesty, no, not her, do not take Titha. I love my child more than my own life. Take me instead! For a long time, the queen insisted on taking Titha to the land of the fairies, but after I begged and begged, she relented and took me instead.&rdquo;

&ldquo;A fine story!&rdquo; said Benedict. &ldquo;But it does not explain how you came to join the robbers.&rdquo;

&ldquo;I, and all the men who attacked you, were prisoners of the fairies. They force us to rob travellers to repay our debts to them. We have no choice. They use magic to make us commit these crimes!&rdquo;

Benedict looked at his younger brothers and sister, &ldquo;Do you believe this fairy tale?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Ellen. &ldquo;He seems like a good man to me.&rdquo;

&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve never heard such nonsense in my life,&rdquo; said Edmond.

Benedict turned to Rowland. &ldquo;And what do you say young brother?&rdquo;

&ldquo;It sounds like a made-up excuse,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;But anything is possible. After all so many strange things have happened in this world recently. A true knight does not need petty revenge. Let&rsquo;s leave in the morning. This man can answer to God if he is not telling the truth.&rdquo;

And so they let the inn&rsquo;s cook prepare the game they had caught, and after eating an excellent meal, they retired to bed for one last night under the roof of the inn.

They rose early in the morning just as the cockerel was crowing. The boys saddled up the horses. Ellen wanted to wish goodbye to Titha. She knocked softly on her door, but there was no reply. When she could not find her in the kitchen, she returned to Titha&rsquo;s room and pushed the door open. Inside, her friend&rsquo;s bed was empty. And on the pillow lay a green sprig of clover, with four leaves. Ellen picked up the clover and ran to the Innkeeper&rsquo;s room on the ground floor. Titha&rsquo;s father was sitting on the bed.

&ldquo;I had a bad dream. I feel something is wrong,&rdquo; he said.

&ldquo;Titha is not in her room. I found this on her pillow,&rdquo; reported Ellen.

She unfolded her fingers and showed the clover to Titha&rsquo;s father. 
&ldquo;My terrible dream has come to pass,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;The fairies have taken Titha!&rdquo;

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برای یادگیری کامل کلمات این داستان، به بخش یادگیری بروید.

Rowland 3: Rowland and the Herbal Cure (داستان)

At the dawn of time, Susano-o, the spirit of the sea and storms, was making ready to leave heaven and to gush down to Earth. His sister, the far-shining Sun Goddess, said, &ldquo;Oh, impetuous brother of mine. Before you go, let us exchange tokens of our love and affection for one another.&rdquo;

Susano-o bowed to his sister, drew his sword from his side, and presented it to her. She accepted the gift, and then chewed off pieces of the metal blade in her mouth, before spitting them out. Instantly, the fragments of the sword sprang up as three beautiful daughters.

Then the sparkling Sun Goddess took jewels from her hair and gave them to her brother. He crunched them up with his teeth and spat them out; they became five strong sons.

&ldquo;They are my sons,&rdquo; said the goddess, &ldquo;because they were born from my jewels.&rdquo;

&ldquo;No, they are my sons,&rdquo; said the storm god, &ldquo;because you gave me those jewels.&rdquo;

Thus the brother and sister began to quarrel. The stormy tempered Susano-o grew so angry that he swept through his sister&rsquo;s rice fields and destroyed them. He flung manure all over her garden, and frightened her maidens so that they hurt themselves on their spinning wheels.

The bright goddess was greatly offended by the evil pranks of her brother. She fell into a most dreadful sulk, and hid herself in a cave in a remote part of the earth. There was no more light, and heaven and earth were plunged into darkness.

Amid this gloom, thousands of gods and spirits gathered in a heavenly river bed to discuss what to do. One of the oldest and wisest gods proposed that they make a mirror, in order to tempt the goddess to come out of hiding and gaze at her beauty. Another suggested that they should sew a beautiful dress as a gift to soothe her temper. Still other gods said that they must offer her jewels and even a palace. At last they decided to make all these gifts, and they set to work.

When they were ready, the divine ones gathered outside the cave of the Sun Goddess. They lit bonfires so that they could see in the darkness, and they called the goddess by her name, Amaterasu, but no matter how many times they called, she remained lurking within the shadows of her hiding place.

The gods needed to do better than if they were to gain her attention, so they began to make music. They clashed symbols and banged wooden clappers together. The plump goddess of mirth, with dimpled cheeks and eyes full of fun, lead a dance. She performed on top of a giant drum that thundered with her every step. She held a stick in her hand with bells tied to it so that they rang out as she danced. Farmyard cockerels joined in with crowing. You can imagine what a lovely concert they made!

The dancing goddess of mirth wore a dress that was held together with vines. As she waved her arms and pranced about, the dress became looser and looser until it fell off altogether and she had not a stitch of clothing on her. The gods found this so hilarious that they all laughed until the heavens clapped with thunder.

Only then did curiosity get the better of the far-shining one, and she peeped out of her cave. She saw her bright face reflected in the mirror that had been placed just in front of the opening, and she was astonished by her own beauty. She did not have long to gaze, however, because a strong-handed god seized hold of her arm and dragged her out of the cave. Then all the heavens and earth were lit, the grass became green again, the flowers blazoned with a multitude of colours, and human beings looked upon one another&rsquo;s faces.

There was another benefit from this gloomy episode in the history of creation. This was the first time that music, dance, and fun were known on the face of the earth - and these divine gifts have brightened human lives ever since.

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برای یادگیری کامل کلمات این داستان، به بخش یادگیری بروید.

When the Sun Hid in Her Cave (داستان)

A soldier came marching along the high road--left, right! A left, right! He had his knapsack on his back and a sword by his side, for he had been to the wars and was now returning home.

An old Witch met him on the road. She was very ugly to look at: her bottom-lip hung down to her breast.

&#39;Good evening, Soldier!&#39; she said. &#39;What a fine sword and knapsack you have! You are the very picture of a fine soldier! You ought to have as much money as you can carry!&#39;

&#39;Thank you, old Witch,&#39; said the Soldier.

&#39;Do you see that great tree there?&#39; said the Witch, pointing to a tree beside them. &#39;It is hollow within. You must climb up to the top, and then you will see a hole through which you can let yourself down into the tree. I will tie a rope round your waist, so that I may be able to pull you up again when you call.&#39;

&#39;What shall I do down there?&#39; asked the Soldier.

&#39;Get money!&#39; answered the Witch. &#39;Listen! When you reach the bottom of the tree you will find yourself in a large hall; it is light there, for there are more than three hundred lamps burning. Then you will see three doors, which you can open--the keys are in the locks. If you go into the first room, you will see a great chest in the middle of the floor with a dog sitting upon it; he has eyes as large as saucers, but you needn&#39;t trouble about him. I will give you my blue-check apron, which you must spread out on the floor, and then go back quickly and fetch the dog and set him upon it; open the chest and take as much money as you like. It is copper there. If you would rather have silver, you must go into the next room, where there is a dog with eyes as large as mill-wheels. But don&#39;t take any notice of him; just set him upon my apron, and help yourself to the money. If you prefer gold, you can get that too, if you go into the third room, and as much as you like to carry. But the dog that guards the chest there has eyes as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen! He is a savage dog, I can tell you; but you needn&#39;t be afraid of him either. Only, put him on my apron and he won&#39;t touch you, and you can take out of the chest as much gold as you like!&#39;

&#39;Come, this is not bad!&#39; said the Soldier. &#39;But what am I to give you, old Witch; for surely you are not going to do this for nothing?&#39;

&#39;Yes, I am!&#39; replied the Witch. &#39;Not a single farthing will I take! For me you shall bring nothing but an old tinder-box which my grandmother forgot last time she was down there.&#39;

&#39;Well, tie the rope round my waist! &#39;said the Soldier.

&#39;Here it is,&#39; said the Witch, &#39;and here is my blue-check apron.&#39;

Then the Soldier climbed up the tree, let himself down through the hole, and found himself standing, as the Witch had said, underground in the large hall, where the three hundred lamps were burning.

Well, he opened the first door. Ugh! there sat the dog with eyes as big as saucers glaring at him.

&#39;You are a fine fellow!&#39; said the Soldier, and put him on the Witch&#39;s apron, took as much copper as his pockets could hold; then he shut the chest, put the dog on it again, and went into the second room. Sure enough there sat the dog with eyes as large as mill-wheels.

&#39;You had better not look at me so hard!&#39; said the Soldier. &#39;Your eyes will come out of their sockets!&#39;

And then he set the dog on the apron. When he saw all the silver in the chest, he threw away the copper he had taken, and filled his pockets and knapsack with nothing but silver.

Then he went into the third room. Horrors! the dog there had two eyes, each as large as the Round Tower at Copenhagen, spinning round in his head like wheels.

&#39;Good evening!&#39; said the Soldier and saluted, for he had never seen a dog like this before. But when he had examined him more closely, he thought to himself: &#39;Now then, I&#39;ve had enough of this!&#39; and put him down on the floor, and opened the chest. Heavens! what a heap of gold there was! With all that he could buy up the whole town, and all the sugar pigs, all the tin soldiers, whips and rocking-horses in the whole world. Now he threw away all the silver with which he had filled his pockets and knapsack, and filled them with gold instead--yes, all his pockets, his knapsack, cap and boots even, so that he could hardly walk. Now he was rich indeed. He put the dog back upon the chest, shut the door, and then called up through the tree:

&#39;Now pull me up again, old Witch!&#39;

&#39;Have you got the tinder-box also?&#39; asked the Witch.

&#39;Botheration!&#39; said the Soldier, &#39;I had clean forgotten it!&#39; And then he went back and fetched it.

The Witch pulled him up, and there he stood again on the high road, with pockets, knapsack, cap and boots filled with gold.

&#39;What do you want to do with the tinder-box?&#39; asked the Soldier.

&#39;That doesn&#39;t matter to you,&#39; replied the Witch. &#39;You have got your money, give me my tinder-box.&#39;

&#39;We&#39;ll see!&#39; said the Soldier. &#39;Tell me at once what you want to do with it, or I will draw my sword, and cut off your head!&#39;

&#39;No!&#39; screamed the Witch.

The Soldier immediately cut off her head. That was the end of her! But he tied up all his gold in her apron, slung it like a bundle over his shoulder, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and set out towards the town.

It was a splendid town! He turned into the finest inn, ordered the best chamber and his favourite dinner; for now that he had so much money he was really rich.

It certainly occurred to the servant who had to clean his boots that they were astonishingly old boots for such a rich lord. But that was because he had not yet bought new ones; next day he appeared in respectable boots and fine clothes. Now, instead of a common soldier he had become a noble lord, and the people told him about all the grand doings of the town and the King, and what a beautiful Princess his daughter was.

&#39;How can one get to see her?&#39; asked the Soldier.

&#39;She is never to be seen at all!&#39; they told him; &#39;she lives in a great copper castle, surrounded by many walls and towers! No one except the King may go in or out, for it is prophesied that she will marry a common soldier, and the King cannot submit to that.&#39;

&#39;I should very much like to see her,&#39; thought the Soldier; but he could not get permission.

Now he lived very gaily, went to the theatre, drove in the King&#39;s garden, and gave the poor a great deal of money, which was very nice of him; he had experienced in former times how hard it is not to have a farthing in the world. Now he was rich, wore fine clothes, and made many friends, who all said that he was an excellent man, a real nobleman. And the Soldier liked that. But as he was always spending money, and never made any more, at last the day came when he had nothing left but two shillings, and he had to leave the beautiful rooms in which he had been living, and go into a little attic under the roof, and clean his own boots, and mend them with a darning-needle. None of his friends came to visit him there, for there were too many stairs to climb.

It was a dark evening, and he could not even buy a light. But all at once it flashed across him that there was a little end of tinder in the tinder-box, which he had taken from the hollow tree into which the Witch had helped him down. He found the box with the tinder in it; but just as he was kindling a light, and had struck a spark out of the tinder-box, the door burst open, and the dog with eyes as large as saucers, which he had seen down in the tree, stood before him and said:

&#39;What does my lord command?&#39;

&#39;What&#39;s the meaning of this?&#39; exclaimed the Soldier. &#39;This is a pretty kind of tinder-box, if I can get whatever I want like this. Get me money!&#39; he cried to the dog, and hey, presto! he was off and back again, holding a great purse full of money in his mouth.

Now the Soldier knew what a wonderful tinder-box this was. If he rubbed once, the dog that sat on the chest of copper appeared; if he rubbed twice, there came the dog that watched over the silver chest; and if he rubbed three times, the one that guarded the gold appeared. Now, the Soldier went down again to his beautiful rooms, and appeared once more in splendid clothes. All his friends immediately recognised him again, and paid him great court.

One day he thought to himself: &#39;It is very strange that no one can get to see the Princess. They all say she is very pretty, but what&#39;s the use of that if she has to sit for ever in the great copper castle with all the towers? Can I not manage to see her somehow? Where is my tinder-box?&#39; and so he struck a spark, and, presto! there came the dog with eyes as large as saucers.

&#39;It is the middle of the night, I know,&#39; said the Soldier; &#39;but I should very much like to see the Princess for a moment.&#39;

The dog was already outside the door, and before the Soldier could look round, in he came with the Princess. She was lying asleep on the dog&#39;s back, and was so beautiful that anyone could see she was a real Princess. The Soldier really could not refrain from kissing her--he was such a thorough Soldier. Then the dog ran back with the Princess. But when it was morning, and the King and Queen were drinking tea, the Princess said that the night before she had had such a strange dream about a dog and a Soldier: she had ridden on the dog&#39;s back, and the Soldier had kissed her.

&#39;That is certainly a fine story,&#39; said the Queen. But the next night one of the ladies-in-waiting was to watch at the Princess&#39;s bed, to see if it was only a dream, or if it had actually happened.

The Soldier had an overpowering longing to see the Princess again, and so the dog came in the middle of the night and fetched her, running as fast as he could. But the lady-in-waiting slipped on soft rubber shoes and followed them. When she saw them disappear into a large house, she thought to herself: &#39;Now I know where it is; &#39;and made a great cross on the door with a piece of chalk. Then she went home and lay down, and the dog came back also, with the Princess. But when he saw that a cross had been made on the door of the house where the Soldier lived, he took a piece of chalk also, and made crosses on all the doors in the town; and that was very clever, for now the lady-in-waiting could not find the right house, as there were crosses on all the doors.

Early next morning the King, Queen, ladies-in-waiting, and officers came out to see where the Princess had been.

&#39;There it is!&#39; said the King, when he saw the first door with a cross on it.

&#39;No, there it is, my dear!&#39; said the Queen, when she likewise saw a door with a cross.

&#39;But here is one, and there is another!&#39; they all exclaimed; wherever they looked there was a cross on the door. Then they realised that the sign would not help them at all.

But the Queen was an extremely clever woman, who could do a great deal more than just drive in a coach. She took her great golden scissors, cut up a piece of silk, and made a pretty little bag of it. This she filled with the grains of porridge oats, and tied it round the Princess&#39; neck; this done, she cut a little hole in the bag, so that the grains would strew the whole road wherever the Princess went.

In the night the dog came again, took the Princess on his back and ran away with her to the Soldier, who was very much in love with her, and would have liked to have been a Prince, so that he might have had her for his wife.

The dog did not notice how the grains were strewn right from the castle to the Soldier&#39;s window, where he ran up the wall with the Princess.

In the morning the King and the Queen saw plainly where their daughter had been, and they took the Soldier and put him into prison.

There he sat. Oh, how dark and dull it was there! And they told him: &#39;To-morrow you are to be hanged.&#39; Hearing that did not exactly cheer him, and he had left his tinder-box in the inn.

Next morning he could see through the iron grating in front of his little window how the people were hurrying out of the town to see him hanged. He heard the drums and saw the soldiers marching; all the people were running to and fro. Just below his window was a shoemaker&#39;s apprentice, with leather apron and shoes; he was skipping along so merrily that one of his shoes flew off and fell against the wall, just where the Soldier was sitting peeping through the iron grating.

&#39;Oh, shoemaker&#39;s boy, you needn&#39;t be in such a hurry!&#39; said the Soldier to him. &#39;There&#39;s nothing going on till I arrive. But if you will run back to the house where I lived, and fetch me my tinder-box, I will give you four shillings. But you must put your best foot foremost.&#39;

The shoemaker&#39;s boy was very willing to earn four shillings, and fetched the tinder-box, gave it to the Soldier, and--yes--now you shall hear.

Outside the town a great scaffold had been erected, and all round were standing the soldiers, and hundreds of thousands of people. The King and Queen were sitting on a magnificent throne opposite the judges and the whole council.

The Soldier was already standing on the top of the ladder; but when they wanted to put the rope round his neck, he said that the fulfilment of one innocent request was always granted to a poor criminal before he underwent his punishment. He would so much like to smoke a small pipe of tobacco; it would be his last pipe in this world.

The King could not refuse him this, and so he took out his tinder-box, and rubbed it once, twice, three times. And lo, and behold I there stood all three dogs--the one with eyes as large as saucers, the second with eyes as large as mill-wheels, and the third with eyes each as large as the Round Tower of Copenhagen.

&#39;Help me now, so that I may not be hanged!&#39; cried the Soldier. And thereupon the dogs fell upon the judges and the whole council, seized some by the legs, others by the nose, and threw them so high into the air that they fell and were smashed into pieces.

&#39;I won&#39;t stand this!&#39; said the King; but the largest dog seized him too, and the Queen as well, and threw them up after the others. This frightened the soldiers, and all the people cried: &#39;Good Soldier, you shall be our King, and marry the beautiful Princess!&#39;

Then they put the Soldier into the King&#39;s coach, and the three dogs danced in front, crying &#39;Hurrah!&#39; And the boys whistled and the soldiers presented arms.

The Princess came out of the copper castle, and became Queen; and that pleased her very much.

The wedding festivities lasted for eight days, and the dogs sat at table and made eyes at everyone.

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The Tinderbox (داستان)

There were once upon a time five-and-twenty tin soldiers &ndash; all brothers, as they were made out of the same old tin spoon. Their uniform was red and blue, and they shouldered their guns and looked straight in front of them. The first words that they heard in this world, when the lid of the box in which they lay was taken off, were, &quot;Hurrah, tin soldiers!&quot; This was exclaimed by a little boy, clapping his hands as they had been given to him because it was his birthday, and now he began setting them out on the table. Each soldier was exactly like the other in shape, except just one, who had been made last when the tin had run short; but there he stood as firmly on his one leg as the others did on two, and he is the one that became famous.

There were many other playthings on the table on which they were being set out, but the nicest of all was a pretty little castle made of cardboard, with windows through which you could see into the rooms. In front of the castle stood some little trees surrounding a tiny mirror which looked like a lake. Wax swans were floating about and reflecting themselves in it. That was all very pretty; but the most beautiful thing was a little lady, who stood in the open doorway. She was cut out of paper; but she had on a dress of the finest muslin, with a scarf of narrow blue ribbon round her shoulders, fastened in the middle with a glittering rose made of gold paper, which was as large as her head. The little lady was stretching out both her arms, for she was a dancer, and was lifting up one leg so high in the air that the tin soldier couldn&rsquo;t find it anywhere, and thought that she, too, had only one leg.

&quot;That&rsquo;s the wife for me!&quot; He thought. &quot;But she is so grand, and lives in a castle, whilst I have only a box with four-and-twenty others. This is no place for her! But I must make her acquaintance.&quot; Then he stretched himself out behind a snuff-box that lay on the table; from thence he could watch the dainty little lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance.

When the night came all the other tin soldiers went into their box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the toys began to play at visiting, dancing, and fighting. The tin soldiers rattled in their box, for they wanted to be out too, but they could not raise the lid. The nutcrackers played at leap-frog, and the chalk ran about the blackboard; there was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk to them, in poetry too! The only two who did not stir from their places were the tin soldier and the little dancer. She remained on tip-toe, with both arms outstretched; he stood steadfastly on his one leg, never moving his eyes from her face.

The clock struck twelve, and crack! Off flew the lid of the spice-box; but there were no spices inside, nor any hot curry powder; only a little imp &ndash; that was the beauty of it. Now an imp is a magical creature, a little like a fairy, only more naughty.

&quot;Hullo, tin soldier!&quot; Said the imp. &quot;Don&rsquo;t look at things that aren&rsquo;t intended for the likes of you!&quot; She meant that he shouldn&rsquo;t look at the little dancer. But the tin soldier took no notice, and seemed not to hear.

&quot;Very well, wait until tomorrow!&quot; Said the imp.

When it was morning, and the children had gotten up, the tin soldier was put in the window; and whether it was the wind or the little imp, I don&rsquo;t know, but all at once the window flew open and out fell the little tin soldier, head over heels, from the third storey window! That was a terrible fall, I can tell you! He landed on his head with his leg in the air, his gun being wedged between two paving stones.

The nursery maid and the little boy came down at once to look for him, but though they were so near him that they almost trod on him, they did not notice him. If the tin soldier had only called out, &quot;Here I am!&quot; They must have found him; but he did not think it fitting for him to cry out, because he had on his uniform.

Soon it began to drizzle. Then the drops came faster, and there was a regular downpour. When it was over, two little street boys came along.

&quot;Just look!&quot; Cried one. &quot;Here is a tin soldier! He shall sail up and down in a boat!&quot;

So they made a little boat out of newspaper, put the tin soldier in it, and made him sail up and down the gutter; and both the boys ran along beside him, clapping their hands. What great waves there were in the gutter, and what a swift current! The paper boat tossed up and down, and in the middle of the stream it went so quick that the tin soldier trembled; but he remained steadfast, showed no emotion, looked straight in front of him, shouldering his gun. All at once the boat passed under a long tunnel that was as dark as his box had been.

&quot;Where can I be coming to now?&quot; He wondered. &quot;Oh, dear! This is the imp&rsquo;s fault! Ah, if only the little lady were sitting beside me in the boat, it might be twice as dark for all I should care!&quot;

Suddenly there came along a great water rat that lived in the tunnel.

&quot;Have you a passport?&quot; Asked the rat. &quot;Out with your passport!&quot; But the tin soldier was silent, and grasped his gun more firmly.

The boat sped on, and the rat behind it. Ugh! How he showed his teeth, as he cried to the chips of wood and straw: &quot;Hold him, hold him! He has not paid the toll! He has not shown his passport!&quot;

But the current became swifter and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight where the tunnel ended; but in his ears there sounded a roaring enough to frighten any brave man. Only think! At the end of the tunnel the gutter discharged itself into a great canal. That would be just as dangerous for him as it would be for us to go down a waterfall.

Now he was so near to it that he could not hold on any longer. On went the boat, with the poor tin soldier keeping himself as stiff as he could: no one should say of him afterwards that he had flinched. The boat whirled three-four times round, and became filled to the brim with water and it began to sink! The tin soldier was standing up to his neck in water; and deeper and deeper sank the boat, and softer and softer grew the paper. Now the water was over his head. He was thinking of the pretty little dancer, whose face he should never see again, and there sounded in his ears, over and over again, &quot;Forward, forward, soldier bold! Death&rsquo;s before thee, grim and cold!&quot;

The paper came in two, and the soldier fell &ndash; but at that moment he was swallowed by a great fish.

Oh! How dark it was inside - even darker than in the tunnel, and it was really very close quarters! But there the steadfast little tin soldier lay full length, shouldering his gun.

Up and down swam the fish, and he made the most dreadful contortions, and became suddenly quite still. Then it was as if a flash of lightning had passed through him; the daylight streamed in, and a voice exclaimed, &quot;Why, here is the little tin soldier!&quot; The fish had been caught, taken to market, sold, and brought into the kitchen, where the cook had cut it open with a great knife. She took up the soldier between her finger and thumb, and carried him into the room, where everyone wanted to see the hero who had been found inside a fish; but the tin soldier was not at all proud. They put him on the table, and &ndash; no, but what strange things do happen in this world! The tin soldier was in the same room in which he had been before! He saw the same children, and the same toys on the table; and there was the same grand castle with the pretty little dancer. She was still standing on one leg with the other high in the air; she too was steadfast. That touched the tin soldier, he was nearly going to shed tin tears; but that would not have been fitting for a soldier. He looked at her, but she said nothing.

All at once one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove, giving no reasons; but doubtless the imp in the spice box was at the bottom of this too.

There the tin soldier lay, and felt a heat that was truly terrible; but whether he was suffering from actual fire, or from the ardour of his passion, he did not know. All his colour had disappeared; whether this had happened on his travels or whether it was the result of trouble - who can say? He looked at the little lady, she looked at him, and he felt that he was melting; but he remained steadfast, with his gun at his shoulder. Suddenly a door opened, the draught caught up the little dancer, and off she flew like a fairy to the tin soldier in the stove, burst into flames &ndash; and that was the end of her! Then the tin soldier melted down into a little lump, and when next morning the maid was taking out the ashes, she found him in the shape of a heart. There was nothing left of the little dancer but her gilt rose, burned as black as a cinder.

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The Steadfast Tin Soldierss (داستان)

There was, once upon a time, a prince who wanted to marry a princess, but she must be a true princess. So he travelled through the whole world to find one, but there was always something against each. There were plenty of princesses, but he could not find out if they were true princesses. In every case there was some little defect, which showed the genuine article was not yet found. So he came home again in very low spirits, for he had wanted very much to have a true princess. One night there was a dreadful storm; it thundered and lightened, and the rain streamed down in torrents. It was fearful! There was a knocking heard at the palace gate, and the old king went to open it.

There stood a princess outside the gate; but oh! What a sad plight she was in from the rain and the storm! The water was running down from her hair and her dress into the points of her shoes and out at the heels again. Yet she said she was a true princess.

Well, we shall soon find that out!&quot; Thought the old queen. But she said nothing, and went into the sleeping room, took off all the bedclothes, and laid a pea on the bottom of the bed. Then she put twenty mattresses on top of the pea, and twenty eiderdown quilts on the top of the mattresses. This was the bed in which the princess was to sleep.

The next morning she was asked how she had slept.

&quot;Oh, very badly!&quot; Said the princess. &quot;I scarcely closed my eyes all night! I am sure I don&rsquo;t know what was in the bed. I laid on something so hard that my whole body is black and blue. It was dreadful!&quot;

Now they perceived that she was a true princess, because she had felt the pea through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eiderdown quilts. No one but a true princess could be so sensitive.

So the prince married her, for now he knew that at last he had gotten hold of a true princess. The pea was put into the Royal Museum, where it is still to be seen, if no one has stolen it.

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The Princess and the Pea (داستان)

Many centuries ago, in the time when science still mingled with magic, Shah Sabur was Lord and Master of Persia. This wise ruler delighted in every new and ingenious invention of the times. One festival day, three ingenious men, skilled and cunning in the art of invention, came to his court. Were they magicians or scientists? It is hard to say my Lord, because they worked in secret. What I can tell you, is that they came from three countries, India, Greece and Persia. The king&rsquo;s throne was set up in the gardens before the palace. The whole court gathered around and looked on. First stepped forth the Indian. He knelt down and kissed the ground before the king&rsquo;s feet. A slave unveiled his work &ndash; a golden statue of a solider blowing a trumpet. 
&ldquo;And what is the point of this?&rdquo; asked the king. 
&ldquo;Its point, My Lord, is that it will keep you safe,&rdquo; replied the Indian Inventor. 
&ldquo;Safety is indeed a great blessing,&rdquo; replied the king, &ldquo;but how will it achieve that?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;My Lord, place this statue by the gate to your palace, and if an enemy approaches, the golden guard will sound his trumpet and the evil one who means you harm shall fall down dead.&rdquo; 
The king suppressed a yawn. &ldquo;I have something like that already,&rdquo; he replied. &ldquo;Next!&rdquo; 
And then stepped forth the inventor from Greece. He prostrated himself on the ground, before presenting a diamond studded cockerel. 
&ldquo;And the point is&hellip;?&rdquo; enquired the king. 
&ldquo;My Lord, you will always know the time. This golden bird shall cock-a-doodle-do on the hour every hour. Furthermore, at the end of each month, it will do a little dance.&rdquo; 
The king was unimpressed. &ldquo;And why should I care what the time is?&rdquo; he asked. &ldquo;A king does exactly what he wants when he wants. It is for others to hang around and await my pleasure. Next!&rdquo;

Third and last, the Persian inventor took his turn. He too kissed the ground. The king looked down from his throne. &ldquo;I hope for the sake of your neck that you have something novel to show me.&rdquo; 
The Persian held his palms to the sky, swivelled his eyes, and said: &ldquo;You shall, my Lord, shortly behold the greatest marvel of our age&hellip;. If God be willing.&rdquo; He snapped his fingers and six slaves shoved and heaved a large object into the royal courtyard. It was covered by a cloth, but one could see that it had the shape of something like a horse. Noticing its form, the Greek inventor slipped quietly away, for he feared that trouble would follow shortly. 
&ldquo;Well, what is it? Show me!&rdquo; commanded the king impatiently. The inventor whisked away the cover and revealed a black statue of a horse. No gold glistened. No diamond sparkled. It was made of that dark, solid, and extremely heavy African wood known as ebony. 
&ldquo;And what is the point of this ugly object?&rdquo; asked the king somewhat impatiently. 
&ldquo;Allow me to demonstrate,&rdquo; replied the inventor. And with surpassing agility, for he was not in the first flush of youth, he jumped onto an upturned box and then onto the horse&rsquo;s back. His finger twiddled a knob in the back of its neck, and the horse immediately took off into the air. It climbed steeply up above the heads of the gasping spectators and completed three airy circles in the sky before descending gently back to the lawn. The Persian Inventor jumped off the horse and again threw himself onto the ground before the throne. This time, King Sabur, Shah of Persia, could not help but marvel and be amazed. He clapped his hands in congratulation and exclaimed:

&ldquo;By Allah the omnipotent, our Lord and benefactor, who created all living things and who feeds them with meat and drink &ndash; you spoke the truth when you said that you had a wonder worthy of our gaze. I must have that horse. Name your price oh inventor. Whatever you lust after, speak its name, and it shall be yours.&rdquo; 
The inventor replied: &lsquo;Truly, or Lord, this horse shall take its rider wheresoever he commands. It shall cover the journey of a year in a single day.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Yes, yes yes, I believe your words, for I have seen this marvel with my own eyes,&rdquo; said the king. &ldquo;What is your price?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;My invention is worthy of the highest price,&rdquo; went on the inventor, somewhat nervously, &ldquo;I crave, Oh munificent Lord, nothing less than the hand of your daughter, the princess, in marriage.&rdquo; 
Those who stood near by and heard these words were astonished &ndash; for it was brazen of this inventor &ndash; a nobody of no noble blood &ndash; getting on in years &ndash; and far from pleasant on the eyes &ndash; to make such a request. It seemed likely that his ugly head would soon be separated from his neck &ndash; but perhaps the king was under some spell &ndash; for he replied: 
&ldquo;Granted.&rdquo; 
Now the king&rsquo;s son was among those who overheard this. His young heart was furious that the king should dishonour his family by giving away the princess to such a scoundrel &ndash; better marry her to a snake charmer or a rope trickster! he thought. He rushed off to the chamber of his sister. From her window, she looked down into the garden and saw her husband-to-be. Immediately she tore at her lovely face and sobbed and cried: 
&ldquo;Oh fee oh fie &ndash; Am I to marry this creature? His hair is frosted, his eyebrows are mangy, his beard and mustaches are stained, his eyes are red and goggling, his nose is like an eggplant, his lower lip is drooping, his teeth are knocked out &ndash; in short he is a brute, a monster, the ugliest ogre of our age.&rdquo; 
Then she went back into her room, lay down on the floor, rubbed dust into her hair, tore her clothes, and kicked and wailed. Her brother was filled with pity and fury. He ran down to find the king. 
&ldquo;Oh Father,&rdquo; he pleaded. &ldquo;I fear you have been greatly deceived. This trickster&rsquo;s flying horse is nothing more than an illusion &ndash; the sort you can see in the market place any day. His art is not invention but hypnotism. He has made fools of our eyes.&rdquo;

&ldquo;What say you?&rdquo; said the king turning to the inventor. 
&ldquo;Magnificent Lord and Master,&rdquo; he replied. &ldquo;I invite the prince to mount the horse and see for himself what power it holds, for to experience for oneself is to believe.&rdquo; 
The king agreed, and he commanded his slaves to bring out the horse of wonder. The prince, who was a splendid rider, mounted it with ease and struck its ebony sides with his stirrups &ndash; but it made no move. 
&ldquo;Ha! It&rsquo;s useless!&rdquo; he cried. 
But the inventor looked up and said: &ldquo;My Lord, feel under the horse&rsquo;s main. There is a little screw there. Turn it to the right and behold the wonder of the horse.&rdquo; 
The prince wore a look of scorn on his face, but he did as the inventor bade him. Immediately the horse began to climb into the sky and head for the sun. The king was perplexed and cried out: 
&ldquo;By he who rules the universe bring him back, for he is my one and only son.&rdquo; 
But the inventor put on a mournful face and replied: &ldquo;My Lord, the arrogance of youth has done for the prince. I told him how to make the horse climb, but he did not wait for my further instructions on how to bring it back to land. He is flown away and you shall not see him again until the end of time.&rdquo; 
When the king heard these words he was overcome with sore rage. He took off his crown and threw it on the ground. He called for the guards to take the inventor down to the dungeons and clap him in irons. While the trickster languished there, the king shut the doors of his palace and gave way to mourning and grief. The news soon spread around the town that the king&rsquo;s son was gone forever, and all the people wept and cried, for he was a popular prince, and besides, it was risky if you were not seen to join in the general grieving.

So much for the people who were left behind on the ground. But the prince soared on through the sky, the wind rushing through the air. At first he felt the damp cold of the clouds, but as he drew closer to the sun, he began to feel its heat. 
&ldquo;Surely the sage set me on a course to burn me up!&rdquo; he said to himself. &ldquo;He wished to destroy me because I opposed his marriage to my sister and I openly questioned his wisdom. But I am not dead yet. There is no majesty and there is no might greater than Allah the glorious. If He is willing, I shall discover how to bring this machine to land.&rdquo; 
And he felt under the main and found another pin. He could not be quite sure what would happen if he turned it. Perhaps the horse would turn a somersault and tip him to his death. There was trepidation in his heart as he tried it. But lo! the flying horse ceased its ascent and began to level off. For the next hour the prince experimented with the controls, making his horse climb and descend, and turn this way and that. Soon he was master of the machine. On he flew through the sky, now able to enjoy the scenery below &ndash; the lakes and the mountains, the cities, and the dark forests, the fields and the dusty plains. He did not know where he was going, but in fact, he was over the kingdom of Bengal. Eventually he saw a thriving town and a magnificent palace with lofty towers and battlements. He thought to himself: &ldquo;That is where I shall come down to land, for it is plain for all to see that I am of royal birth, and this is the place where I shall receive a royal reception.&rdquo; 
After nightfall, like a weary bird, he gently landed on the flat roof of the palace. He dismounted saying: &ldquo;Praise be to Allah!&rdquo; He went around his horse examining it closely in the moonlight, and saying: &ldquo;Whoever perfected this was a cunning craftsman, it shall yet return me home safely. But now my hunger is great. I shall explore the palace and see what can be found there.&rdquo;

He dropped down through a skylight, and crept through the sleeping palace. He wandered through corridors, until he found a staircase. At the bottom of the stairs he found himself in a white marble courtyard in which a fountain played its lovely music. He bathed his hot face and hands and quenched his thirst. Now feeling stronger, he looked around at the various entrances and picked one door at random. He crept silently through the entrance, stepping over the leg of a sleeping guard. A sword drooped down by the side of the slave. Ever so carefully, the prince drew it from its saber before fixing it in his belt at his own side. By the light of a candle, he could see that he had chanced upon the harem. The floor was strewn with the forms of sleeping women. In the midst of them all stood a wooden and intricately carved bed, in laid with pearls, with heavy curtains all around it. The prince drew the curtain and saw a sleeping face as beautiful as the light of the moon, with a flower white forehead, shining hair, cheeks like blood-red anemones, and dainty dimples. He was amazed by her loveliness and grace. He knew that he was in imminent danger, but he no longer feared death. 
All his nerves were trembling as he kissed her lovely cheek. If she awoke in fright and screamed for the guards, he would surely be cut to pieces. He did not care. She opened her eyes and seeing the prince said: 
&ldquo;You must be the one who came yesterday and asked for my hand in marriage. My father rejected you and told me that you were ugly and uncouth. Now I see that he deceived me, for your face is as glorious as the morning sun.&rdquo; 
He did not deny what she said, and they fell into talking. There was an instant sympathy between their young hearts, and they knew that they were destined to love one another. 
But one of the waiting women heard their talk in her sleep. She awoke and seeing a man in the room she ran out to wake the guard. He was confused to find himself without a sword &ndash; and filled with fright when he realised that he had allowed a strange man to slip into the chamber of the princess &ndash; seeing that the prince was armed and clearly of noble birth &ndash; he ran off to wake the king and beg for mercy. 
The king awoke from his slumber, took a curved sword called a scimitar, and rushed with the guard to the chamber of the princess. He meant to cut the intruder to pieces but seeing that the prince was armed and looked not only noble, but clearly warlike and in the full strength of youth as opposed to his own flabbiness of middle age &ndash; the king put down his sword and said:

&ldquo;Who are you, rogue, who dares to creep into the room of the princess!&rdquo;And the prince replied: 
&ldquo;Who are you who dares call me rogue, when I am prince of a mighty kingdom that could crush yours as easily as an ant beneath the foot of an elephant. If I was not so careful for the honour and the feelings of your daughter, I would slice you up with this sword.&rdquo; 
And the king replied: 
&ldquo;Even if you are the prince of a mighty kingdom, as you claim, all I need do is call for my guards and you will be mince meat in an instant.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;And where would the honour be in that?&rdquo; replied the prince. &ldquo;If you strike me down like a common criminal, Oh Lord, your kingdom shall be crushed beneath the boots of my father&rsquo;s foot-soldiers. But hear my proposal, for there is a better way. In the morning, bring forth your finest soldiers and I will face them alone, and if the Lord Almighty is willing, I shall confound them. At least we shall provide a sporting spectacle for all the members of your household, and everyone shall see what manner of a man has entered your house &ndash; no thief or rogue &ndash; but the son of kings! Whatever the outcome, everyone&rsquo;s honour shall be served.&rdquo; 
The king saw the wisdom in this plan. He could see that the young man was of high birth &ndash; and it would no doubt be wiser and more seemly to grant him a death with honour. He called for the slaves to show their guest to a room, and to prepare food and drink for him &ndash; no doubt his last meal on the face of this earth. 
It was only a few short hours until the rays of the sun awoke the sleeping palace, and the king ordered his guards to get ready for battle against the prince. The prince arose early ready to meet his fate &ndash; but here, Scheherazade, ceased her story, for dawn&rsquo;s light was also creeping into the chamber where she was telling it. 
&ldquo;Now my Lord,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;If in your wisdom you will spare my life, I shall relate what happened next in the evening,&rdquo; and the great Sultan, who was indeed eager to learn how the story continued, agreed that his beautiful narrator could live another day.&rdquo; 
And that was the first part of the story of the enchanted horse. I do hope that you are as keen as the Sultan to learn the fate of the young prince, his princess, and the flying horse.&nbsp;

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The Flying Horse Part 1 (داستان)

A very long time ago, in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony. As she worked, she looked sometimes at the falling snow, and it happened that she pricked her finger with her needle, so that three drops of blood fell upon the snow. How pretty the red blood looked upon the dazzling white! The queen said to herself as she looked it, &ldquo;Ah me! If only I had a dear little child who had skin as white as the snow, lips as rosy as the blood, and hair as black as the ebony window frame.&rdquo;

Soon afterwards she had a little daughter, with skin white as snow, lips rosy as blood, and hair as black as ebony &ndash; and she was therefore called &ldquo;Little Snow White.&rdquo;

But alas! When the little one was born, the good queen died

A year passed by, and the king took another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but proud and haughty, and she could not bear that anyone else should surpass her in beauty. She had a mirror and when she stood in front of it and asked,

&ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest of us all?&rdquo;

The mirror answered, &ldquo;Thou, O Queen, art the fairest of all,&rdquo; and the queen was contented, because she knew the mirror could speak nothing but the truth.

But as time passed on, Little Snow White grew more and more beautiful. When she was seven years old, she was as lovely as the bright day, and still more lovely than the queen herself, so that when the lady one day asked her mirror, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest of us all?&rdquo;

It answered, &ldquo;O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow White is fairer far to see.&rdquo;

The queen was shocked, and grew yellow and green with envy, and from that moment envy and pride grew in her heart like rank weeds, so that she had no peace day or night, until one day she called a huntsman and said, &ldquo;Take the child away into the woods and kill her, for I can no longer bear the sight of her. When you return, bring with you her heart, that I may know you have obeyed my will.&rdquo;

The huntsman dared not disobey, and he led Snow White out into the woods and placed an arrow in his bow to pierce her innocent heart, but the little girl cried and begged him saying, &ldquo;Ah dear huntsman, leave me my life! I will run away into the wild forest, and never come home again.&rdquo;

And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said, &ldquo;Run away then, you poor child.&rdquo; While to himself he thought, &ldquo;The wild beasts will soon have devoured you,&rdquo; and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart since he no longer had to kill her.

Then as a young wild boar came rushing by, he killed it, took out its heart, and carried it home to the queen. The cook was ordered to prepare this, and the wicked queen ate it, and thought she had eaten the heart of Snow White.

Poor little Snow White was now all alone in the wild wood, and so frightened was she that she trembled at every leaf that rustled. Then she began to run, and ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and the wild beasts ran past her, but did her no harm. She kept on running until she came to a little house, where she went in to rest.

Inside the cottage, everything she saw was tiny, but more dainty and clean than words can tell.

Upon a white-covered table stood seven little plates and upon each plate lay a little spoon, besides which there were seven knives and forks and seven little goblets. Against the wall, and side by side, stood seven little beds covered with perfectly white sheets.

Snow White was so hungry and thirsty that she took a little food from each of the seven plates, and drank a few drops of wine from each goblet, for she did not wish to take everything away from one. Then, because she was so tired, she crept into one of the beds, but it did not suit her, and so she tried the others, but one was too long, another too short, and so on - until she came to the seventh, which suited her exactly. She said her prayers and soon fell fast asleep.

When night fell, the masters of the little house came home. They were seven dwarfs, who worked with a pick axe and spade, searching for copper and gold in the heart of the mountains.

They lit their seven candles and then saw that someone had been to visit them. The first said, &ldquo;Who has been sitting on my chair?&rdquo;

The second said, &ldquo;Who has been eating from my plate?&rdquo;

The third, &ldquo;Who has taken a piece of my bread?&rdquo;

The fourth, &ldquo;Who has taken some of my vegetables?&rdquo;

The fifth, &ldquo;Who has been using my fork?&rdquo;

The sixth, &ldquo;Who has been cutting with my knife?&rdquo;

The seventh, &ldquo;Who has been drinking out of my goblet?&rdquo;

The first looked around and saw that his bed was rumpled, so he said, &ldquo;Who has been getting into my bed?&rdquo;

Then the others looked round and each one cried, &ldquo;Someone has been on my bed too!&rdquo;

But the seventh, when he looked at his bed, saw little Snow White, who was lying asleep there. He called the others, who came running up, and they cried out with astonishment, and brought their seven little candles and let the light fall on little Snow White. &ldquo;Oh, heavens! Oh, heavens!&rdquo; Cried they. &ldquo;What a lovely child!&rdquo; They were so glad that they did not wake her up, but let her sleep on in the bed. And the seventh dwarf slept with his companions, one hour with each, and so got through the night.

When the sun rose, Snow White awoke, and oh! How frightened she was when she saw the seven little dwarfs. But they were very friendly, and asked what her name was. &ldquo;My name is Snow White,&rdquo; she answered.

&ldquo;And how did you come to get into our house?&rdquo; Asked the dwarfs.

Then she told them how her cruel stepmother had intended her to be killed, but the huntsman had spared her life and she had run on until she reached the little house. The dwarfs said, &ldquo;If you will take care of our house; cook for us, make the beds, wash, mend, and knit, and keep everything neat and clean, then you may stay with us and you shall lack for nothing.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; answered Snow White. &ldquo;With all my heart,&rdquo; and so she stayed.

She kept the house neat and clean for the dwarfs, who went off early in the morning to search for copper and gold in the mountains, and who expected their meal to be standing ready for them when they returned at night.

All day long Snow White was alone, and the good little dwarfs warned her to be careful to let no one into the house. &ldquo;For,&rdquo; said they, &ldquo;your step mother will soon discover that you are living here.&rdquo;

The queen, believing, of course, that Snow White was dead, and that she had eaten her heart, and therefore she was again the most beautiful lady in the land, went to her mirror, and said, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest fair of all?&rdquo;

Then the mirror answered, &ldquo;O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow White is fairer far to see. Over the hills and far away, she dwells with seven dwarfs today.&rdquo;

How angry she was, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth, and that the huntsman must have deceived her. She thought and thought how she might kill Snow White, for she knew she would have neither rest nor peace until she really was the most beautiful in the land. At length she decided what to do. She painted her face and dressed herself like an old pedlar woman, so that no one could recognise her, and in this disguise she climbed the seven mountains that lay between her and the dwarfs&rsquo; house, and knocked at their door and cried, &ldquo;Pretty things to sell, very cheap, very cheap.&rdquo;

Snow White peeped from the window and said, &ldquo;Good day, good wife, and what are your wares?&rdquo;

&ldquo;All sorts of pretty things, my dear,&rdquo; answered the woman. &ldquo;Silken laces of every colour,&rdquo; and she held up a brightly coloured one, made of plaited silks.

&ldquo;Surely I might let this honest old woman come in?&rdquo; Snow White thought, and unbolted the door and bought the pretty lace.

&ldquo;Dear, dear, what a sight for sore eyes you are, child,&rdquo; said the old woman. &ldquo;Come, let me lace you properly for once.&rdquo;

Snow White had no suspicious thoughts, so she placed herself in front of the old woman that she might fasten her dress with the new silk lace. Immediately the wicked creature laced her bodice so tightly that she could not breathe, and fell down upon the ground as though she were dead. &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;I am once more the most beautiful lady in the land,&rdquo; and she went away.

When the dwarfs came home they were very grieved to find their dear little Snow White lying upon the ground as though she were dead. They lifted her gently and, seeing that she was too tightly laced, cut the silken cord. She drew a long breath and then gradually came back to life.

When the dwarfs heard all that had happened they said, &ldquo;The pedlar woman was certainly the wicked queen. Now, take care in future that you open the door to none when we are not with you.&rdquo;

The wicked queen had no sooner reached home than she went to her mirror, and said, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest fair of all?&rdquo;

And the mirror answered as before, &ldquo;O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow White is fairer far to see. Over the hills and far away, She dwells with seven dwarfs today.&rdquo;

The blood rushed to her face as she heard these words, for she knew that Snow White must have come to life again.

&ldquo;But I will manage to put an end to her yet,&rdquo; she said, and then by using witchcraft, she made a poisonous comb.

Again she disguised herself, climbed the seven mountains, and knocked at the door of the seven dwarfs&rsquo; cottage, crying, &ldquo;Pretty things to sell - very cheap today!&rdquo;

Snow White looked out of the window and said, &ldquo;Go away, good woman, for I dare not let you in.&rdquo;

&quot;Surely you can look at my goods,&quot; answered the woman, and held up the poisonous comb, which pleased Snow White so well that she opened the door and bought it.

Come, let me comb your hair in the newest way,&rdquo; said the woman, and the poor unsuspicious child let her have her way, but no sooner did the comb touch her hair than the poison began to work, and she fell fainting to the ground.

&ldquo;There, you model of beauty,&rdquo; said the wicked woman, as she went away. &ldquo;You are done for at last!&rdquo;

Fortunately it was almost time for the dwarfs to come home, and as soon as they came in and found Snow White lying upon the ground they guessed that her wicked step mother had been there again, and set to work to find out what was wrong.

They soon saw the poisonous comb, and drew it out of her hair, and almost immediately Snow White began to recover, and told them what had happened. Once more they warned her to be on her guard, and to open the door to no one.

When the queen reached home, she went straight to the mirror and said, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest fair of all?&rdquo;

The mirror answered, &ldquo;O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, Snow White is fairer far to see. Over the hills and far away, She dwells with seven dwarfs today.&rdquo;

When the queen heard these words she shook with rage. &ldquo;Snow White shall die,&rdquo; she cried, &ldquo;even if it costs me my own life!&rdquo;

She went into a secret chamber, where no one else ever entered, and there she made a poisonous apple. She then painted her face and disguised herself as a peasant woman, and climbed the seven mountains and went to the dwarfs&rsquo; house. She knocked at the door. Snow White put her head out of the window, and said, &ldquo;I must not let anyone in; the seven dwarfs have forbidden me to do so.&rdquo;

&ldquo;It&rsquo;s all the same to me,&rdquo; answered the peasant woman, &ldquo;I shall soon get rid of these fine apples. But before I go I&rsquo;ll make you a present of one.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh! No,&rdquo; said Snow White, &ldquo;for I must not take it.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Surely you are not afraid of poison?&rdquo; Said the woman. &ldquo;See, I will cut one in two; the rosy cheek you shall take, and the white cheek I will eat myself.&rdquo;

Now, the apple had been so cleverly made that only the rose-cheeked side contained the poison. Snow White longed for the delicious-looking fruit, and when she saw that the woman ate half of it, she thought there could be no danger, and stretched out her hand and took the other part. But no sooner had she tasted it than she fell down dead.

The wicked queen laughed aloud with joy as she gazed at her. &ldquo;White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;This time the dwarfs cannot awaken you.&rdquo;

She went straight home and asked her mirror, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest fair of all?&rdquo;

At length it answered, &ldquo;Thou, O Queen, art fairest of all!&rdquo;

So her envious heart had peace - at least, as much as an envious heart can have peace.

When the little dwarfs came home at night they found Snow White lying upon the ground. No breath came from her parted lips, for she was dead. They lifted her tenderly and sought for some poisonous object which might have caused the mischief, unlaced her frock, combed her hair, and washed her with wine and water, but all in vain - dead she was and dead she remained. They laid her upon a bier, and all seven of them sat round about it, and wept as though their hearts would break, for three whole days.

When the time came that she should be laid in the ground they could not bear to part from her. Her pretty cheeks were still rosy red, and she looked just as though she were still living.

&ldquo;We cannot hide her away in the dark earth,&rdquo; said the dwarfs, and so they made a transparent coffin of shining glass, laid her in it, and wrote her name upon it in letters of gold; and that she was a king&rsquo;s daughter. Then they put the coffin out upon the mountain top, and one of them always stayed by it and watched it. And birds came too and wept for Snow White; first an owl, then a raven, and at last a dove.

For a long, long time little Snow White lay in the coffin, but she did not change; she only looked as though she slept, for she was still as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony.

It chanced that a king&rsquo;s son came into the wood, and went to the dwarfs&rsquo; house, meaning to spend the night there. He saw the coffin upon the mountain top, with little Snow White lying within it, and he read the words that were written upon it in letters of gold.

He said to the dwarfs, &ldquo;If you will but let me have the coffin, you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it to you.&rdquo;

But the dwarfs answered, &ldquo;We would not sell it for all the gold in the world.&rdquo;

Then said the prince, &ldquo;Let me have it as a gift, I pray you - for I cannot live without seeing little Snow White, and I will prize your gift as the dearest of my possessions.&rdquo;

The good little dwarfs pitied him when they heard these words, and so gave him the coffin. The king&rsquo;s son then bade his servants place it upon their shoulders and carry it away, but as they went they stumbled over the stump of a tree, and the violent shaking shook the piece of poisonous apple which had lodged in Snow White&rsquo;s throat out again, so that she opened her eyes, raised the lid of the coffin, and sat up, alive once more.

&ldquo;Where am I?&rdquo; She cried, and the happy prince answered, &ldquo;Thou art with me, dearest.&rdquo;

Then he told her all that had happened, and how he loved her better than the whole world, and begged her to go with him to his father&rsquo;s palace and be his wife. Snow White agreed and went with him, and the wedding was celebrated with great splendour and magnificence.

Little Snow White&rsquo;s wicked step mother was invited to the feast, and when she had dressed herself in her most beautiful clothes, she stood before her mirror, and said, &ldquo;Mirror, mirror upon the wall, who is the fairest fair of all?&rdquo;

And the mirror answered, &ldquo;O Lady Queen, though fair ye be, The young queen is fairer to see.&rdquo;

Oh! How angry the wicked woman was then, and so terrified too, that she scarcely knew what to do. At first she thought she would not go to the wedding at all, but then she felt that she could not rest until she had seen the young queen. No sooner did she enter the palace than she recognised little Snow White, and could not move for terror.

Then a pair of red hot iron shoes was brought into the room with tongs and set before her, and these she was forced to put on and to dance in them until she could dance no longer, but fell down dead, and that was the end of the wicked queen.

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Snow White (داستان)

The four children of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere gathered in the stable to decide what to do. 
Rowland said: &ldquo;We have enough gold. We can repay the Innkeeper&rsquo;s debt to release Titha from the fairies.&rdquo; 
But Edmond, the middle brother, held out his hands and said: &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t you see? This is an obvious trick. Titha has probably gone to stay with a relative. They concocted the whole story to deceive us into giving them gold.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;No!&rdquo; insisted Ellen. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m certain Titha would never be party to a dirty trick like that. She is like a sister to me now!&rdquo; 
&ldquo;I think Edmond is right,&rdquo; said the eldest brother, Benedict. &ldquo;We must not give them gold. It&rsquo;s a trick.&rdquo; 
Ellen, her eyes full of tears, said: &ldquo;Rowland, you won&rsquo;t let the fairies keep Titha will you?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;I have more than enough gold coins,&rdquo; said Rowland. &ldquo;But I won&rsquo;t hand any over to the Innkeeper. I shall go to the woods and exchange the gold for Titha myself. That way I shall find out if the whole story is true or just a wicked lie.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Oh Rowland, thank you! At least you are a true knight!&rdquo; said Ellen. And then turning to her other two brothers, &ldquo;You will go with him to protect him, won&rsquo;t you?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Benedict. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m the eldest, and I have warned all along against this foolish trick that we have been falling into. If Rowland believes these incredible stories, that is up to him. But I give my order that he cannot take Excalibur with him. It is our father&rsquo;s sword, and the symbol of his kingship. It belongs to all of us. He has no right to lose it through his stupidity when he falls into an ambush by robbers or fairies or both.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;That&rsquo;s right,&rdquo; agreed Edmond. &ldquo;This is an obvious trick. You will be ambushed. They won&rsquo;t repeat their last mistake. This time they will come in greater numbers and you won&rsquo;t be able to fight them off, and you will lose, not just the gold, but the sword that belongs to all of us&rdquo; 
&ldquo;So young brother, go if you wish, but Excalibur stays with us,&rdquo; said Benedict. 
&ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said Rowland, unbuckling Excalibur and handing it to Benedict. &ldquo;Give me your sword. You can look after Excalibur while I am away. But I want it back as soon as I return.&rdquo;

Rowland needed the Innkeeper to show him the location of the fairy circle in the woods. He set up a horse and cart to make it easier for the Innkeeper to travel. They set out in the late afternoon. As they were rattling down the lane, Ellen ran out of the inn and jumped up onto the cart. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m coming too!&rdquo; she insisted. 
They drove into the woods until they could go no further. They tied the horse to a thorn tree and walked along a path. As the trees grew thicker and thicker, Rowland could not help wondering if they were being led into a trap. It was growing dark. How would they ever find the way out? 
Eventually they came to a clearing where a ring of white flowers were like little lights, forming a magical circle. They sat down on a tree log. 
&ldquo;What are we waiting here for?&rdquo; asked Ellen. 
&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll see in due course,&rdquo; said the Innkeeper. The air was growing cooler. Ellen shivered. 
&ldquo;I feel like we are being watched,&rdquo; she whispered. 
&ldquo;I think I can hear footsteps in the woods,&rdquo; said Rowland. 
&ldquo;Just wait, you will hear music next,&rdquo; said the Innkeeper. 
And he was right. The notes of the fairy music drew closer and closer, and soon a band of little people appeared out of the woods and began to dance around the circle, faster and faster, until all at last the ground opened up in the centre of the circle. A bright light arose out of the opening, until it became clear that the glow emanated from a golden crown on top of the head of a tall and elegant woman dressed in green velvet. She was followed by two miniature knights in armour, about half her height. Their raised visas revealed gnarled and fierce faces with alert eyes scanning right and left. The dancers threw themselves onto the ground and chanted in unison. 
&ldquo;All hail Sybil, queen of the fairy folk.&rdquo; 
The light from the crown was bright enough to illuminate the entire fairy ring and the tree trunks that surrounded it . 
The Innkeeper stood up from the log, shielding his dazzled eyes with his hand, and then went down on one knee. 
&ldquo;Fairy Queen, I have returned to ask you for the return of my daughter.&rdquo; 
&ldquo; Innkeeper, we have missed you since you left our company. Your daughter is down below. She is awaiting your return.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;But I need her with me at the inn, and my friends have brought gold to repay my debt.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Good friends indeed. Step forward and show me the colour of your gold.&rdquo; 
Rowland stood up and walked slowly into the brightly lit ring, being careful not to step on any prostrate fairy dancers. He did not kneel but he said: 
&ldquo;This purse contains the gold coins.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Hmm,&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;You will have to bring them down to the Fairy Treasury to be weighed.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Where is the treasury?&rsquo; asked Rowland. 
She turned and gestured to the opening in the ground, and the steps down. 
&ldquo;The Treasury is in our world,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;Beneath yours.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;But your majesty, you can trust my word, I am Rowland, son of King Arthur. I carry the honour of the Round Table in my heart. So you see there is no need to weigh the gold. &rdquo; 
&ldquo;Not all those knights were that honest, you know,&rdquo; retorted the Queen. &ldquo;If you want to repay the debt, it has to be weighed by the Fairy Treasury, that&rsquo;s the law.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Whose law?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;My law.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Alright then. I will take the gold to your underground Treasury. Who will lead the way?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;You shall come with me,&rdquo; said the Queen.

I&rsquo;m coming with you,&rdquo; called out Ellen, running forward. 
&ldquo;No you&rsquo;re not. It might be a trick.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;You can&rsquo;t stop me. Titha is my friend, and I will make sure she is released before I return up to the air,&rdquo; she insisted. 
&ldquo;Let her come too,&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;You will both be my honoured guests, provided that you are honest. But first, before you enter my palace, you must surrender your sword. Humans cannot carry arms in my palace. That is also my law.&rdquo; 
One of the fairy knights stepped forward. Rowland drew his brother&rsquo;s sword from his side, and then, holding it sideways under the palms of his hands, he presented it to the knight, who then turned and showed it to the queen. 
&ldquo;I thought you said you were Rowland, son of Arthur.&rdquo; said the Queen. 
&ldquo;I am.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Then why do you carry this human sword? Where is Excalibur?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Excalibur is with my brother, Benedict, who is also a son of Arthur,&rdquo; replied Rowland. 
&ldquo;Why did you let it out of your sight? Merlin entrusted the famous fairy sword to you, not your brother.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;How do you know that?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Because it is a fairy sword and is our property. It was leant to Merlin by my sister, the Lady of Avalon. She did so without my permission.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Well I did not bring it, your majesty.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;I see that you are cunning like your father. Well now, we shall descend.&rdquo; 
She turned around and stepped towards the opening in the ground.

The Queen led the way down the steps, followed by one of the fairy knights. Ellen and Rowland went next, and the second knight came behind them. The steps, cut into the earth, formed a spiral like an underground tower. Deeper and deeper they followed the light from the queen&rsquo;s crown, until at last they came to a gleaming golden gate guarded by Knights with long axes. They passed through the gate into a bright hall, where the ceiling was held up, and lit by shining gold pillars. All around fairy folk were working at making ornaments, like gold leaves, or apples of rubies and emeralds, or toy mice made out of diamonds. 
Then they walked through the hall, before descending more steps, deeper into the ground. Eventually they came to a much smaller chamber, in which sat three old men with crumpled faces. 
&ldquo;These are the fairy bankers,&rdquo; said the Queen, &ldquo;They will weigh your gold.&rdquo;

Rowland handed over the purse to one of the bankers. He emptied three gold coins onto the table. He looked up at the queen with his heavily lidded eyes: 
&ldquo;Your majesty. There is insufficient gold to repay the debt. This human gold only weighs half of our fairy gold, we need twice as many coins.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;So!&rdquo; said the queen, pointing a long finger at him: &ldquo;You tried to deceive me, eh? You are a faithless fraudster like your father! Now you are my prisoner!&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Your majesty,&rdquo; replied Rowland, &ldquo;You have not weighed the gold.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;No need for weighing, we can see there is not enough.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Your Majesty, you said that it was the law that the debt must be weighed. Is this fairy justice? You don&rsquo;t follow your own laws?&rdquo; 
The queen nodded. &ldquo;It can be weighed if you wish. It will not make any difference.&rdquo; 
The banker put three pieces of fairy gold on one side of the scales, and Rowland&rsquo;s three pieces on the other. 
&ldquo;Your majesty,&rdquo; said the banker, &ldquo;They are in balance.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;What kind of trick is this?&rdquo; demanded the Queen. 
&ldquo;Your majesty, there is no trick. You lent the Innkeeper fairy gold, and I have returned fairy gold . The debt is paid. My character does not know deceit. I am as honest as my father.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;And from where did you steal this fairy gold?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;The King of the Elves gave it to me,&rdquo; said Rowland, &ldquo;as a parting gift when we left his dark tower.&rdquo; 
And Ellen said: &ldquo;We&rsquo;ve paid the debt. Now please will you release Titha?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;You have indeed repaid the debt,&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;I shall show you Titha. We have grown quite fond of her. You will see that she has enjoyed a most comfortable stay with us.&rdquo; 
They followed the queen along a corridor to another room, in which they found a dining table, laid out with fine foods and drink. 
&ldquo;We cannot send you home without trying some of our fairy cuisine,&rdquo; said the Queen. And then turning to one of the guards, she said, &ldquo;Fetch the prisoner Titha, so that she may join us for supper.&rdquo; 
They took their seats around the table. While they waited for their friend, the queen explained what the foods were. There was bread with butter from buttercups. Milk and cheese from Milkweed. Sweet smelling honey, of course. Many berries, grasses, and herbs, some of which were recognisable. Mushrooms of the forest. Lark&rsquo;s tongues, and hummingbird hearts. And dainty cakes and pastries. 
When the guard returned with their friend, Ellen sprang up. &ldquo;Titha!&rdquo; She ran over to hug her. But Titha seemed drowsy. 
&ldquo;Hello, Ellen,&rdquo; she said, sleepily.

She took her seat at the table, but had trouble pulling the chair back. She was clearly not herself. Ellen looked at Rowland. They both understood, the food contained magic that made humans sleepy. It was the same trick that the Elfin King had played. 
The Queen said: 
&ldquo;Do not be shy. You must be hungry after all of your adventures!&rdquo; 
Rowland replied, &ldquo;Thank you your majesty. I don&rsquo;t have any appetite.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Come come, a growing boy like you needs to eat if you want to be strong and fight off your enemies.&rdquo; 
And Ellen, adopting a sisterly tone, said, &ldquo;Rowland, have you been a good boy and taken your tonic today?&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Tonic?&rdquo; asked Rowland. 
&ldquo;Yes, your tonic,&rdquo; said Ellen, handing him a little glass bottle. &ldquo;Three drops in your water before every meal. You know what Merlin says, &lsquo;prevention is as good as a cure.&rsquo;&rdquo; She turned to the Queen and said: &ldquo;He never has any appetite until he&rsquo;s had his tonic.&rdquo; 
Rowland, not sure if he was understanding his sister&rsquo;s meaning, sprinkled three drops in his cup of water. 
&ldquo;Now drink it all down!&rdquo; insisted his sister. 
Then, when he handed back the bottle, she gave three drops to Titha and put three drops in her own water. 
&ldquo;Wonderful,&rdquo; she said when she had drunk her own tonic. &ldquo;Now we can eat.&rdquo; 
She reached out and put some of the food on her plate. Rowland followed her cue. He ate as slowly as possible, and as little as was polite. Ellen meanwhile took several cakes, and even Titha seemed to wake up and had an appetite. The queen watched them. At length she said: 
&ldquo;I expect you will be feeling tired. Would you like to lie down and rest.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Thank you, your majesty,&rdquo; said Ellen. &ldquo;But it&rsquo;s time for us to be going. Titha&rsquo;s father and our brothers will be worried on our account.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Yes, we are ready to leave now,&rdquo; said Rowland. 
&ldquo;But you look so sleepy,&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;And it&rsquo;s well past bedtime.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Your majesty,&rdquo; said Rowland, &ldquo;I have never felt so wide awake. We have paid the debt of fairy gold. Now let us be on our way. You gave your word that we would be in no danger.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;I am surprised by your attitude. Guard, escort these young humans back up to the human world. But if any of them grow weak or weary on the way, bring them back here for some rest.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Yes, your majesty,&rdquo; said the Guard. 
But Ellen, Titha and Rowland did not grow weary on the way back to the surface. The drops of tonic had been brought by Ellen from the Land of the Elves. The drops were the same remedy for the magic sleeping potion that the King of the Elves had used to revive them. And so Titha was joyously reunited with her father, and Ellen and Rowland told their brothers a most interesting true life fairytale.

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Rowland 4: The Fairy Queen (داستان)

The four Children of Arthur departed from the dark castle. They had three horses between them. Ellen, who had arrived at the castle by the king&rsquo;s elfin magic, did not have her own mount. She sat sideways behind Rowland on his palfrey. A palfrey is a kind of aristocratic horse, used in the Middle Ages. It does not trot, but ambles with a long smooth step.

The way home led them along a high pass between two crooked mountains. Dark clouds hung not far above them threatening a cold drenching of rain.

Ellen hung onto Rowland&rsquo;s belt made of metal chain that was wrapped twice around his scrawny waist. Their father&rsquo;s heavy sword, Excalibur, hung from the same belt, inside a scabbard studded with jewels. On his left arm, he carried a battered shield, filled with dents, the marks of their father&rsquo;s many battles and encounters. Under the mud, grime, and blood spatters, it still bore the family symbol of a dragon.

Rowland was even younger, and more puny, than his father, Arthur had been when he first drew the sword from the stone. He was just 13 years old

The eldest of the brothers was called Benedict, and he was the son who looked most like their father. He had the same strong brow, thick chin, and blazing eyes. Naturally, he thought that their father&rsquo;s sword and shield belonged to him. But Rowland told him:

&ldquo;Merlin entrusted them to me and gave me the title Childe to denote that I shall be a knight one day.&rdquo;

&ldquo;But the weapons look all wrong on you. You&rsquo;re too young and weak to be a knight.&rdquo; insisted Benedict.

&ldquo;So? I defeated the Elfin King did I not?&rdquo;

And so they rode on. They came across the stone hut of an elfin shepherd who looked after sheep and goats. The middle brother, Edmond, said:

&ldquo;Wait here. I am going to buy some milk and cheese off this elf.&rdquo;

But Rowland rode in front of him saying: &ldquo;Stop! We must not eat anything until we leave the land of the elves!&rdquo;

&ldquo;I&rsquo;m weak with hunger. Who says we can&rsquo;t eat?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Merlin. He gave me instructions. We must leave this land first/ So the faster we go, the sooner we&rsquo;ll eat.&rdquo;

At least the sun came out when they reached the lower slopes. They stopped to drink from a spring, and looked enviously at the horses as they nibbled the grass without any ill effects. At night they slept under the stars, feeling sharp hunger pains, and in the morning they rose early and continued.

&ldquo;I&rsquo;m so hungry, I&rsquo;m not sure I can go on much longer,&rdquo; complained Edmond.

&ldquo;How will we know when we&rsquo;ve left the Land of the Elves?&rdquo; asked Ellen.

&ldquo;When we start to see people who don&rsquo;t look like they&rsquo;re elves,&rdquo; said Rowland.

They rode on into the evening. All of them were weary and saddle sore. &ldquo;Ow, my buttocks hurt!&rdquo; complained Rowland.

&ldquo;How do you think your horse feels carrying the two of us? &rdquo; asked Ellen

It was late in the evening when they rode into a village with an inn. Through the window, they could see a blazing fire and people - or were they people? Elves were not so different from humans at a distance. In general, they were tall and slim, with delicate skin and fine features. They often sported a mass of lustrous blond hair.

&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t care if they are elves, I&rsquo;m going inside,&rdquo; said Edmond.

&ldquo;If I see another elf, I&rsquo;m going to go crazy,&rdquo; said Ellen.

Edmond dismounted from his horse, and walked on wobbly legs into the inn. The others waited swaying in their saddles with faintness. A few minutes later Edmond came back and said:

&ldquo;What are you waiting for? They&rsquo;re people inside and the kitchen is working. Not an elf insight. I&rsquo;ve paid for four beds&rdquo;

Almost every muscle ached as they dismounted, tied up their horses, and walked the short distance to the door of the inn - but once they were inside they immediately felt revived. The mixture of warmth, human chatter, and smells of food, was the best medicine. The Innkeeper who welcomed them was no elf - he was round and red haired with freckles on his nose.

&ldquo;Come in, young strangers,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;My daughter is preparing your room. Will you be eating before you settle down?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Yes, we&rsquo;ll eat a lot!&rdquo; said Edmond, putting a silver coin on the bar. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re really, really hungry.&rdquo;

&ldquo;We&rsquo;ve just come from the Land of the Elves where we could not eat,&rdquo; added Ellen.

&ldquo;Well young noble lords, and young lady, sit down, and we&rsquo;ll bring you a feast fit for royalty. You can put your things down here. I&rsquo;ll take them upstairs for you.&rdquo;

But when he offered to take Rowland&rsquo;s sword and shield, the boy said: &ldquo;These never leave my sight.&rdquo;

&lsquo;They are fine weapons,&rdquo; said the innkeeper admiring the golden sword hilt and the jeweled scabbard, &ldquo;but a little unusual on one so young, if I may say so.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Can we sit near the fire?&rdquo; asked Ellen, who was feeling frozen.

&ldquo;Yes, my dear, I&rsquo;ll move a table over for you.&rdquo; said the innkeeper. And while he was doing that, Rowland propped Excalibur and the shield against either side of the fireplace.

One of the guests at the inn looked up from his drink and said: &ldquo;If I&rsquo;m not mistaken, that&rsquo;s the ensign of Uther Pendragon.&rdquo;

And the eldest brother told him, &ldquo;I am Benedict Pendragon and these are my brothers and my sister.&rdquo;

The man raised his glass, as if making a toast, and then said:

&ldquo;You children are on the young side to be riding out alone. The forests around here are thick with bandits who will be glad to take those fine weapons off you.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Thank you for the warning, but we can look after ourselves,&rdquo; Benedict told him.

The man still could not take his eyes off the magnificent sword. Eventually, he stood up and went over to the fire to admire it closer up. He reached out to touch the hilt of Excalibur and Rowland sprang over, upsetting a tankard and spilling drink on one of the guests.. But he need not have worried, when the man&rsquo;s fingers touched the hilt of the sword, he recoiled,

&ldquo;UGGGH!&rdquo; he groaned, the fire has made it red hot&rdquo;

His friends roared with laughter.

However Rowland had no trouble picking up the sword and propping it against the table where they were sitting.

The Innkeeper brought a hearty meal, but it turned out that the four young Pendragons could not eat as much as they had anticipated. They were so starved that their stomachs had shrunk! So they asked the Innkeeper to save the left-overs for the morning. They all slept solidly and then ate a hearty breakfast which was served by his daughter. The horses were also refreshed and they set out in a northerly direction, taking provisions with them so that they would not be hungry on the way. After they had ridden for about half an hour, the track entered a wood. 
&ldquo;Everyone be on your guard for bandits,&rdquo; commanded Benedict, who rode on ahead to check that the way was safe. For a while he disappeared from view, and then the others heard a kerfuffle and the clash of metal. 
&ldquo;Ben&rsquo;s in trouble,&rdquo; declared Edmond, and he spurred his horse onward to help. Rowland wondered what to do. His sister was riding side-saddle behind him, and he knew that if he charged into the fray, she would be vulnerable to falling off or worse. 
&ldquo;Ellen, you wait here,&rdquo; he said.

&ldquo;No,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want to be separated from you all&rdquo;. 
&ldquo;All right then,&rdquo; he said, drawing Excalibur from its jeweled scabbard. And he charged on ahead, only to be met by his two brothers, riding full tilt back towards them with five bandits in hot pursuit. Rowland held out Excalibur in front of him and yelled at the top of his voice. 
&ldquo;AAAAAAAAAH&rdquo; Excalibur crashed into the shield of the first briggand, and he went flying from his horse. Rowland soon engaged the second villain in a sword fight. A third brigand tried to grab Ellen, but he leaned out too far and seeing that he was off balance, she grabbed his sleeve and yanked him off his horse. She was not a daughter of King Arthur for nothing. Meanwhile, their two elder brothers returned to the fray - and together they saw off the bandits who fled on horseback and foot as best as they could, leaving one of their number wounded and moaning on the ground. Ellen pulled back the visa of his helmet and saw a reddish face they all recognised - none other than their host of the previous evening, the innkeeper. 
&ldquo;They came in the night and took me prisoner,&rdquo; he groaned. 
&ldquo;A likely story!&rdquo; said Benedict. 
&ldquo;Ahhh, have mercy, help me,&rdquo; said the innkeeper. 
&ldquo;We can&rsquo;t leave him here to die,&rdquo; said Ellen. 
&ldquo;Yes we can,&rdquo; said Edmond. 
&ldquo;We&rsquo;ll bind his wounds and take him back to the inn,&rdquo; said Rowland. 
&ldquo;How?&rdquo; asked Ellen. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s not fit to ride.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;We shall see,&rdquo; said Rowland who took a sheet out of his bag and started to cut it with his knife to make bandages. 
&ldquo;If there are any healing plants in the forest, now would be a good time to gather them,&rdquo; he said. 
&ldquo;The sap from pine trees can be good for wounds,&rdquo; said Ellen, who had learned many healing remedies from Merlin. &ldquo;But first we need to clean the wound.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Here,&rdquo; groaned the Innkeeper, touching his jacket pocket, which it turned out contained a flask of spirit. 
&lsquo;That will do nicely,&rdquo; said Ellen, who used it to clean out his wounds. Of course the alcohol stung dreadfully, but the pain was worth it. Then Ellen and Edmund went to collect pine sap, which they used to seal up the worst wound before binding it with the torn sheet. Merlin had taught them well - not just to inflict wounds, but to heal them up. When all was done, the innkeeper was just about strong enough to clamber onto Rowland&rsquo;s horse, with some help from the boys. They walked the horse back to the inn, with many a groan and moan from the innkeeper. Occasionally he let out a blood-curdling oath. 
&ldquo;I think he&rsquo;s going to live,&rsquo; said Ellen with a wink.

When they reached the inn, Rowland went inside to break the news to the innkeeper&rsquo;s daughter. 
&ldquo;Father!&rdquo; she screamed, and came running out. He was propped up by Benedict and Edmond on either side, and managed to limp inside. Fortunately, there was a bed room at the back of the Inn where he could lie down without having to tackle the stairs. 
The boys stood outside the room. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re helping the man who tried to rob us,&rdquo; complained Benedict. 
&ldquo;A true knight shows compassion, even for his enemies,&rdquo; declared Rowland. 
&ldquo;Well I think we&rsquo;ve done enough. We should leave now,&rdquo; said Edmond. 
But Ellen came out of the sick room and gave the boys a list of plants to buy in the market. She needed them for medicine: Radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, and hollow leek . 
They boys stored some of their valuables - including their shields, and helmets, in their room. 
&ldquo;I feel uneasy. don&rsquo;t trust this place,&rdquo; said Benedict, as he closed the door. 
&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t you remember?&rdquo; asked Rowland. &ldquo;Merlin taught us a locking spell.&rdquo; He took out his dagger, and with its sharp edge, he cut a lock of hair off his brother&rsquo;s head. He used it to tie the door latch. 
&ldquo;Only you can open it now,&rdquo; he said. 
&ldquo;I hope so,&rdquo; said Benedict.

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Rowland 2: Rowland at the Inn (داستان)

Lizards. Mysterious, quick, and capable of extraordinary feats, like regenerating their tails. But what if I told you that these humble creatures also carry ancient wisdom?

You&rsquo;ve seen them scuttling up walls, basking on rocks, or darting out of sight as you pass by.

For many, they&rsquo;re just small, inconspicuous creatures inhabiting the cracks and corners of our world. But in folklore, lizards are celebrated as symbols of transformation, wisdom, and resilience.

Get ready to be amazed, because the following three stories from around the world reveal just how relevant ancient wisdom is to our lives today

The Gecko&rsquo;s Complaint: A Lesson of light from Malaysia

In the warm, humid regions of Malaysia, the gecko is a familiar sight&mdash;and sound. Its sharp, clicking calls echo through the night, sometimes startling the unwary. But in one popular Malaysian tale, it&rsquo;s the gecko who finds itself disturbed, and it has had enough.

The story goes like this:

A gecko grew increasingly frustrated with the frequent flashing of fireflies. Night after night, as it hunted for insects, the tiny fireflies flitted around, their lights flickering in the darkness. To the gecko, these flashes were nothing but a distraction, making it harder to focus on its prey.

Determined to put an end to this nuisance, the gecko decided to take its complaint directly to the heavens. &ldquo;The fireflies&rsquo; light is too bright! It&rsquo;s disturbing my peace and making it impossible to catch my food!&rdquo;

Hearing the gecko&rsquo;s plea, the heavens responded. A strong wind swept through the night, extinguishing the fireflies&rsquo; lights. The gecko was pleased at first. The night was now completely dark&mdash;just as it had wanted. But as it began to hunt, the gecko quickly realised that something was wrong.

Without the subtle glow of the fireflies, the night was pitch black. The gecko couldn&rsquo;t see anything at all. It stumbled over rocks and leaves, unable to catch a single insect. The once familiar night had become an impenetrable darkness.

The gecko returned to the heavens and begged for the fireflies&rsquo; light to be restored. Understanding its mistake, the heavens once again sent a gentle breeze, and one by one, the fireflies began to glow. Their lights flickered back to life, and with them, the night returned to its balanced state.

And so, the gecko gained wisdom through its experience. As we can too.

How often do we complain about minor annoyances in life, only to realise later that they serve a greater purpose? Everything in nature has its place, even the things that irritate us. That person who is annoying you, or that obstacle that is in your way, could actually help you.

Think about the annoyances in your life. Could they be serving a purpose you haven&#39;t yet recognised? Can you reframe them in your mind, to turn them into positives?

The tale of the Gecko teaches us not to miss the beauty of the fireflies in the darkness.

Next, The Lizard and the Sun: A Mexican Fable of Perseverance

Travel thousands of miles west, and you&rsquo;ll find yourself in the ancient lands of the Aztecs, where the sun itself once went missing. Darkness covered the world, and the people cried out for light. Many animals tried to bring the sun back, but only the most humble among them succeeded.

The lord of the jungle, the sleek jaguar, was certain that its superior might and hunting skills would help it find the sun. It searched tirelessly through the forests and across the mountains, but to no avail.

The king of the air, the high and mighty eagle, declared, &ldquo;My way will succeed where others will fail!&rdquo; It believed its power of flight and keen eyesight were destined to triumph. It soared high into the sky, expecting to spot the sun from above. But try as it might, it could not discover the sun&rsquo;s familiar rays.

The snake, slithering through the underbrush, attempted to find the sun by seeking out hidden places deep within the dark recesses of the earth, where the snake itself loved to lie low. All in vain.

But the humble lizard, trusting its instincts, moved step by step, toward the faintest traces of warmth that the other animals had missed. The path was uncertain, but it pressed on. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the lizard found it&mdash;a small, concealed cave, glowing faintly with the light of the hidden sun. The lizard&rsquo;s patience and quiet determination had led it to the source of life itself.

After discovering the sun, the lizard carefully carried it back to the sky, restoring light and warmth to the world.

Unlike the other animals, the lizard was not arrogant. It did not presume it was destined to succeed, nor did it insist that its method was the only path to finding the sun. Instead, it approached the task with an open mind. It sensed the subtle cues of its environment and discovered what the others had missed&mdash;the faint warmth leading to the hidden sun.

Sometimes we need to use all our senses -

not just hearing, but listening,

not just touching, but feeling,

not just seeing, but observing,

not just tasting, but savouring,

not just smelling, but inhaling deeply.

Because the path to our success already exists in our lives. We need to open our inner eye to perceive it in the darkness.

Next, The Chameleon&rsquo;s Victory: A Madagascan Tale of Patience

One famous Madagascan tale tells of a race between the animals. The fast and strong laughed when they saw the slow-moving chameleon enter the race, but they soon learned that slow and steady has its advantages.

The hare darted ahead of everyone, bounding across the terrain with ease, but grew arrogant and decided to take a nap in the shade.

The deer, with her graceful strides and powerful legs, quickly followed the hare, but her focus on speed led her to make careless mistakes. Stumbling over rocks and roots, she eventually grew tired and injured herself.

The monkey, agile and clever, swung through the trees, taking shortcuts and showing off its acrobatic skills. However, the monkey was easily distracted by the fruits and other temptations along the way, slowing its progress.

Then came the small, unassuming chameleon, perhaps a distant cousin of the more famous tortoise. The chameleon knew it couldn&rsquo;t match the speed of the hare or the deer, so it didn&rsquo;t try. Instead, it moved at its own pace, one small step at a time, never rushing and never tiring itself out. The chameleon understood that consistency would be more important than speed in the long run.

Unlike the monkey, who was easily distracted, the chameleon remained focused on the path ahead. It didn&rsquo;t get sidetracked by temptations or by the progress of other animals. The chameleon kept its eyes on the goal, steadily moving forward, inch by inch until it crossed the finish line.

Small disciplines repeated with consistency every day lead to great achievements gained slowly over time. The chameleon&#39;s steady progress exemplifies this principle, reminding us that true success often comes from persistent effort rather than short bursts of activity.

So, as you move forward , ask yourself where can you apply these lessons in your life? Remember, just like the lizard, success may come from the quiet, steady steps you take each day.

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Lizard Wisdom in 3 Fables (داستان)

The door of the seaside caf&eacute; creaked open, ushering in a gust of chilly wind as a regular customer stepped inside. It was October&mdash;days were shortening, and the air was already tinged with the bite of autumn.

Judith Mouse shivered. She sat as still as possible on a shelf behind a large jar of black tea, barely daring to breathe. Her ears twitched as she listened to the conversation between the customer and the caf&eacute; owner.

&ldquo;How&rsquo;s business?&rdquo; the customer asked.

&ldquo;Tomorrow night&rsquo;s going to be wild,&rdquo; replied the owner. &ldquo;Ghosts, witches&mdash;the whole town&rsquo;s turning into a sugary nightmare. We&rsquo;re even expecting pirates, you know!&rdquo;

&ldquo;Pirates? What&rsquo;s that all about?&rdquo; the customer asked, raising his eyebrows.

&ldquo;Not just any pirates&mdash;ghost pirates! Decorations, sweets, costumes. It&rsquo;ll be anarchy, I&rsquo;m telling you!&rdquo;

Ghost pirates? Judith could hardly believe her mousy ears. 
Rodina Mouse, hiding behind the fridge, had overheard the same conversation. She shivered, and not just because of the cold. 
Later, as they huddled behind the skirting board, Rodina squeaked, &ldquo;Did you hear? Ghost pirates!&rdquo;

Judith nodded. &ldquo;I feared I&rsquo;d imagined it! Nothing like this has ever happened at the caf&eacute;.&rdquo;

Word spread quickly among the mice, and Grandpa Mouse soon called a meeting. His head wobbled as he addressed them. 
&ldquo;Pirates are bad enough alive. Ghost pirates? Even worse. Maybe some smelly cheese like Limburger could ward them off, but that&rsquo;s no guarantee.&rdquo;

Judith&rsquo;s eyes lit up. &ldquo;Remember the old pirate legend, Grandpa? One ghost pirate was kind to mice when they kept him company in prison, but another despised mice. He kept ten cats on his ship just to get rid of all the mice. We need to find out which crew has come to town.&rdquo;

&ldquo;That&rsquo;s a mission for a brave mouse,&rdquo; said Grandpa. All eyes turned to Jimmy Mouse.

&ldquo;Oh, not me again!&rdquo; groaned Jimmy, though he knew arguing was pointless. &ldquo;Alright, alright. I&rsquo;ll find out if they&rsquo;re here for something in particular or just to scare everyone. And I&rsquo;ll figure out if it&rsquo;s the friendly pirate or the one who hates us.&rdquo;

That evening, Jimmy Mouse ventured onto the streets. The town was transformed&mdash;lights flickered in shop windows, strange shadows danced across the cobblestones, and the usual smell of baked bread was mixed with something sweet... and pumpkiny? 
Jimmy&rsquo;s heart pounded as he crept along the base of buildings. Every shadow seemed to hide some lurking danger. A sudden gust of wind sent leaves skittering across his path like skeletal fingers. He took a deep breath and pressed on.

At the town square, an eerie melody filled the air. The centrepiece was a towering figure in front of the old clock tower: a colossal ghost pirate with a tattered coat and a glowing eyepatch. Its mechanical arm swung a massive cutlass, casting long, menacing shadows.

Suddenly, the pirate&rsquo;s eyes flashed red, and a booming voice echoed, &ldquo;Beware, all ye who enter here!&rdquo; Jimmy&rsquo;s fur stood on end as he darted behind a pumpkin display. He nearly bumped into a carved jack-o&rsquo;-lantern whose wicked grin made him jump. 
As he dashed into an alley, glowing eyes appeared from the darkness. A black cat emerged, its bright green eyes locking onto him. Jimmy didn&rsquo;t hesitate. He bolted, weaving between decorative tombstones and dodging rubber bats. He dived into a drain just in time, tumbling into the darkness.

When he finally made it back to the safety of the skirting board, he gasped, &ldquo;They&rsquo;re real! Ghost pirates, witches, and a giant cat! And they&rsquo;re coming this way!&rdquo;

The mice held an emergency meeting. Some were ready to flee the caf&eacute; and the town altogether.

&ldquo;We can&rsquo;t just run,&rdquo; Judith insisted, though her voice trembled. &ldquo;This is our home. We need to understand what they want. Maybe they&rsquo;ll leave us alone if we do.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Reason with ghosts?&rdquo; squeaked Henry. &ldquo;And monster cats? What could go wrong?&rdquo;

After much debate, the mice decided to hide, leaving Jimmy behind to discover the truth.

Poor Jimmy, who had faced many dangers before, found waiting for the ghost pirates the scariest challenge yet. While the others evacuated through a pipe to a garage behind the caf&eacute;, Jimmy cautiously watched from a crack in the wall. 
In the early evening, ghost-like figures started to flood in. They were dressed in all manner of costumes&mdash; pirates with swords, witches with floppy hats, and little goblins clutching bags of sweets.

At first, Jimmy&rsquo;s heart raced. &ldquo;g-g-ghosts! &rdquo; he whispered, his fur standing on end.

But as he watched, something didn&rsquo;t quite add up. One ghost pirate&rsquo;s &ldquo;cutlass&rdquo; wobbled as if made of rubber, and another tripped over its own boots. One of the witches&rsquo; hats was far too big and flopped over her eyes. Slowly, realisation dawned. 
&ldquo;They&rsquo;re... they&rsquo;re human kids!&rdquo; Jimmy muttered, blinking in surprise.

He noticed that the giant ghost pirate was now stationed at the caf&eacute; entrance, motionless except for the occasional swing of its mechanical arm. Children laughed and posed for pictures beside it. One of the mums brought the black cat from the alley. It turned out to be a large stuffed decoration, its eyes glowing from tiny bulbs.

Meanwhile the small ghosts and ghouls -who were actually the human kids - were busy stuffing their faces with cakes, toffee apples and chocolates. The mums and dads had given up trying to wipe the chocolate and jam off their children&rsquo;s faces, and the cafe owner was hunched in the corner with her fingers in her ears. She watched as the kids took turns playing &lsquo;bob the apple&rsquo; while her cafe floor was getting increasingly soaked by the game of apple bobbing going on. The children&rsquo;s shrieks and laughter were deafening with no imminent signs of becoming quieter.

Jimmy smiled to himself. &ldquo;I wonder what&rsquo;s worse. Being haunted by ghosts or hosting a kids party? I bet some people would rather have ghosts than kids any day.&rdquo;

But amid all the chaos, there was plenty of opportunity for a brave little mouse to dart out and grab some crumbs without being noticed.

And when, eventually, the party came to an end and the last little monster had left, there was a wonderful delicious, sticky mess all over the cafe&#39;s floor. Even better, the owner was far too exhausted to mop up, and went to bed with a headache.

Jimmy rushed off to report his findings to the mice hiding in the garage. Grandpa mouse greeted him with open arms. 
&ldquo;Well done little Jimmy on being alive. You survived once again! Cats can&rsquo;t get you, traps ccant eat our Jimmy, Ghosts can&rsquo;t get you. What horrific fur tringling story have you got to tell us this time?&rdquo;

&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a mess, the most frightful mess, crumbs everywhere!&rdquo; he exclaimed.

&ldquo;Wonderful,&rdquo; squeaked all the mice.

&ldquo;And even better, we&rsquo;ve got all night clear to eat up the crumbs!&rdquo; added Jimmy.

&ldquo;But, are you sure there aren&rsquo;t any ghosts?&rdquo; asked Rodina mouse.

&ldquo;Yes, I&rsquo;m sure, they&rsquo;re all gone!&rdquo;

&ldquo;You&rsquo;re a hero Jimmy,&rdquo; declared Grandpa Mouse. &ldquo;Come on everyone, let&rsquo;s hurry back to the cafe!&rdquo;

And the mice had a great time cleaning the delicious crumbs at the cafe. They were thankful that human kids are far messier than real ghosts. The only problem was that Henry suffered from a sugar high and had to lie down. Otherwise they all had the best Halloween ever.

And that was &lsquo;Halloween at the Caf&eacute;&rsquo;

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Halloween at the Café (داستان)

The long cold winter was gone at last.&nbsp;&nbsp;At first the cold nights went away slowly. Then suddenly, the warm days of spring started to come. There was new life again in the earth. Things started to grow and come up. For the first time, green corn plants began to show. They pushed through the soil and could now be seen above the ground.

After the long winter months, the crows, the big black birds, were hungry. And when they saw the little green plants, they flew down to eat them. Old Mother Rigby tried to make the noisy and hungry birds go away. They made her very angry. She did not want the black birds to eat her corn. But the birds would not go away. So, early one morning, just as the sun started to rise, Mother Rigby jumped out of bed. She had a plan to stop those black birds from eating her corn.

Mother Rigby could do anything. She was a witch, a woman with strange powers. She could make water run uphill, or change a beautiful woman into a white horse. Many nights when the moon was full and bright, she could be seen flying over the tops of the houses in the village, sitting on a long wooden stick. It was a broomstick, and it helped her to do all sorts of strange tricks.

Mother Rigby ate a quick breakfast and then started to work on her broomstick. She was planning to make something that would look like a man. It would fill the birds with fear, and scare them from eating her corn, the way most farmers protect themselves from those black, pesky birds.

Mother Rigby worked quickly. She held her magic broomstick straight, and then tied another piece of wood across it. And already, it began to look like a man with arms.

Then she made the head. She put a pumpkin, a vegetable the size of a football, on top of the broomstick. She made two small holes in the pumpkin for eyes, and made another cut lower down that looked just like a mouth.

At last, there he was. He seemed ready to go to work for Mother Rigby and stop those old birds from eating her corn. But, Mother Rigby was not happy with what she made. She wanted to make her scarecrow look better and better, for she was a good worker. She made a purple coat and put it around her scarecrow, and dressed it in white silk stockings. She covered him with false hair and an old hat.&nbsp;&nbsp;And in that hat, she stuck the feather of a bird.

She examined him closely, and decided she liked him much better now, dressed up in a beautiful coat, with a fine feather on top of his hat. And, she named him Feathertop.

She looked at Feathertop and laughed with happiness. He is a beauty, she thought. &quot;Now what?&quot; she thought, feeling troubled again.&nbsp;&nbsp;She felt that Feathertop looked too good to be a scarecrow. &quot;He can do something better,&quot; she thought, &quot;than just stand near the corn all summer and scare the crows.&quot; And she decided on another plan for Feathertop.

She took the pipe of tobacco she was smoking and put it into the mouth of Feathertop. &quot;Puff, darling, puff,&quot; she said to Feathertop. &quot;Puff away, my fine fellow.&quot; It is your life.&quot; Smoke started to rise from Feathertop&#39;s mouth. At first, it was just a little smoke, but Feathertop worked hard, blowing and puffing. And, more and more smoke came out of him.

&quot;Puff away, my pet,&quot; Mother Rigby said, with happiness. &quot;Puff away, my pretty one. Puff for your life, I tell you.&quot; Mother Rigby then ordered Feathertop to walk. &quot;Go forward,&quot; she said. &quot;You have a world before you.&quot;

Feathertop put one hand out in front of him, trying to find something for support. At the same time he pushed one foot forward with great difficulty. But Mother Rigby shouted and ordered him on, and soon he began to go forward. Then she said, &quot;you look like a man, and you walk like a man. Now I order you to talk like a man.&quot;

Feathertop gasped, struggled, and at last said in a small whisper, &quot;Mother, I want to speak, but I have no brain. What can I say?&quot;

&quot;Ah, you can speak,&quot; Mother Rigby answered. &quot;What shall you say? Have no fear. When you go out into the world, you will say a thousand things, and say them a thousand times&hellip;and saying them a thousand times again and again, you still will be saying nothing. So just talk, babble like a bird. Certainly you have enough of a brain for that.&quot;

Mother Rigby gave Feathertop much money and said &quot;Now you are as good as any of them and can hold your head high with importance.&quot;

But she told Feathertop that he must never lose his pipe and must never let it stop smoking. She warned him that if his pipe ever stopped smoking, he would fall down and become just a bundle of sticks again.

&quot;Have no fear, Mother,&quot; Feathertop said in a big voice and blew a big cloud of smoke out of his mouth.

&quot;On your way,&quot; Mother Rigby said, pushing Feathertop out the door. &quot;The world is yours. And if anybody asks you for your name, just say Feathertop. For you have a feather in your hat and a handful of feathers in your empty head.&quot;

Feathertop found the streets in town, and many people started to look at him. They looked at his beautiful purple coat and his white silk stockings, and at the pipe he carried in his left hand, which he put back into his mouth every five steps he walked. They thought he was a visitor of great importance.

&quot;What a fine, noble face&quot; one man said. &quot;He surely is somebody,&quot; said another. &quot;A great leader of men.&quot;

As Feathertop walked along one of the quieter streets near the edge of town, he saw a very pretty girl standing in front of a small red brick house. A little boy was standing next to her. The pretty girl smiled at Feathertop, and love entered her heart. It made her whole face bright with sunlight.

Feathertop looked at her and had a feeling he never knew before. Suddenly, everything seemed a little different to him. The air was filled with a strange excitement. The sunlight glowed along the road, and people seemed to dance as they moved through the streets. Feathertop could not stop himself, and walked toward the pretty smiling young girl. As he got closer, the little boy at her side pointed his finger at Feathertop and said, &quot;Look, Polly! The man has no face. It is a pumpkin.&quot;

Feathertop moved no closer, but turned around and hurried through the streets of the town toward his home. When Mother Rigby opened the door, she saw Feathertop shaking with emotion.&nbsp;&nbsp;He was puffing on his pipe with great difficulty and making sounds like the clatter of sticks, or the rattling of bones.

&quot;What&#39;s wrong?&quot; Mother Rigby asked.

&quot;I am nothing, Mother. I am not a man. I am just a puff of smoke. I want to be something more than just a puff of smoke.&quot; And Feathertop took his pipe, and with all his strength smashed it against the floor. He fell down and became a bundle of sticks as his pumpkin face rolled toward the wall.

&quot;Poor Feathertop,&quot; Mother Rigby said, looking at the heap on the floor. &quot;He was too good to be a scarecrow. And he was too good to be a man. But he will be happier, standing near the corn all summer and protecting it from the birds. So I will make him a scarecrow again.

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Feathertop (داستان)

Praise be to Allah, Scheherazade is married to the Sultan Sharyar. He says to her: &ldquo;My

eloquent Queen, I love stories about animals, although they live apart from us, their

friendships and fights are like ours in so many ways. There is much wisdom to be had from

tales of their world.&rdquo;

And Scheherazade replied: &ldquo;Oh Great One, you are right to say that there is much we can

learn from the animal kingdom. And one such story comes to my mind. It is a tale of

betrayal and trust. It is a story about The Wolf and the Fox.&rdquo;

And th&nbsp;Sultan rested his head on his hand, and stretched out on the couch to listen to

her story.

The Wolf and the Fox had so much in common that they were like brothers. They both loved

to steal and to hunt, but given the choice, they would always prefer to steal. These two

strong-pawed bandits of the animal world lived together in one den. But the Wolf was far

bigger and more powerful than the Fox, and he thought himself to be the better of the

pair. The Fox, though smaller, knew that he was much smarter than the Wolf, and he

resented the way that the Wolf always acted like he was the big boss.

One day, as they sat in the sun outside their cave, the Fox said to the Wolf:

&ldquo;My friend. You are like a brother to me. So let me give you some kind advice. Mend your

ways. Be a bandit no more. Do not steal from the Son of Adam again.&rdquo; (By the Son of Adam

he meant Man).

The Wolf turned his great head to his friend, and lifted up one shaggy ear. The Fox went

on:

&ldquo;I know how you love to creep into man&rsquo;s vineyard, dig up his vines, and eat his grapes.

I know how you like to jump into his fields and steal his lambs. I also see how he hates

you for this, and how he is planning your destruction. You would be wise to fear him for

he is full of cunning. He knows how to shoot birds down from the sky, how to lift fish

from the water, how to burn wood, and how to cut up rocks. Someone that smart is bound to

out-wit one like you eventually. So do as I advise: Make peace with the Son of Adam, and

steal from him no more.&rdquo;

The Wolf listened, and he did not welcome these words, for he felt deep down that the Fox

was insulting him. Did he mean to hint that he was just a bit stupid? Or at any rate, he

realised that the Fox thought himself to be far cleverer than him. And so he lifted up

his great paw, and punched his friend hard in the face. The poor animal went rolling over

and over and was quite stunned. When he staggered back to his feet the Wolf growled at

him:

&ldquo;It is not for you to advise your betters.&rdquo;

It took the Fox a moment or two to recover himself. When he could manage a smile he said

softly: &ldquo;Of course, you are right brother Wolf. Forgive me. I am full of regret for my

sin against you, whom I love more than any other creature in the world.&rdquo;

And the Wolf looked him up and down, saw that the Fox was fittingly afraid of him, and

added in a stern voice:

&ldquo;Learn from this lesson. Don&rsquo;t poke your nose into other people&rsquo;s business.&rdquo;

The Fox bowed his head and said:

&ldquo;To hear your voice is to obey, my brother.&rdquo;

&ldquo;That&rsquo;s more like it,&rdquo; said the Wolf. &ldquo;At least those were wise words said in the right

place.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh yes,&rdquo; said the Fox, more humbly than ever. &ldquo;As the poet once said, the blow of a

teacher is at first hurtful, but in the end it is sweeter than honey.&rdquo;

And from that time on, he was always careful to show the Wolf the greatest respect, and

to flatter him whenever possible. But inwardly he hated the tyrant, and was looking for

the chance to take his revenge. The months passed, and the Wolf forgot all about the

incident, but the Fox did not. One day, he was skulking along the wall of the vineyard,

looking for a way to sneak in and steal some grapes, when he found a hole large enough

for a fox &ndash; even for a wolf &ndash; to creep through.

At first he was delighted, and then he thought to himself: &ldquo;This is too good to be true.

I think The Son of Adam is plotting something here.&rdquo; And he stretched through the hole

and gently tapped the ground on the other side with his paw. It was just as he thought.

The man had laid sticks and leaves across a deep pit. It was a trap to catch a thief.

&ldquo;Praised be Allah that I have found this cunning trap!&rdquo; said the Fox happily. &ldquo;And may my

enemy the Wolf fall straight into it!&rdquo; And he ran back to the den with a spring in his

step.

&ldquo;Good news,&rdquo; he said as the Wolf was just shaking off his sleep. &ldquo;I have found an easy

way into the vineyard. You can sneak in and fill your belly with man&rsquo;s juicy grapes. The

ripe fruit is shining on the vines, ready for you to eat.&rdquo;

The Wolf had no reason to doubt the Fox&rsquo;s words, and he went trotting off to the vineyard

in search of a delicious and easy breakfast. He found the hole in the wall, just where

the Fox had told him to look, and he easily crawled through it &ndash; but on the other side he

fell through the sticks and leaves and tumbled straight down into the trap. The Fox saw

his friend&rsquo;s misfortune, and he was jubilant.

&ldquo;At last fortune has taken pity on me! Greed has pulled the Wolf down to his doom!&rdquo;

And with tears in his eyes, he peered over the edge of the pit and saw the sorrowful Wolf

looking up at him:

&ldquo;My one true friend,&rdquo; said the Wolf, &ldquo;I see that you are crying for me.&rdquo;

&ldquo;No! Not one bit!&rdquo; laughed the Fox. &ldquo;I am crying because I am thinking how long you lived

before this day, and I am sad because you didn&rsquo;t fall into this deep hole sooner.&rdquo;

These cruel words stunned and hurt the Wolf even more than his fall had done. Quite

shocked, he replied:

&ldquo;In the name of Allah, have mercy on your brother. Go and speak to my mother. She will

know what to do and will bring help.&rdquo;

But the Fox was quite unmoved by the Wolf&rsquo;s plea. He snarled up his muzzle to show his

yellow teeth and said:

&ldquo;You stupid, witless beast, why should I help you who have been a tyrant over me?&rdquo;

&ldquo;But, but&rdquo; pleaded the Wolf, &ldquo;you have always protested your love for me. You have sworn

to be my servant. You have promised to look after me, even in my old age. How can you

turn against me like this?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh you deluded, self-deceiving fool,&rdquo; jeered the Fox. &ldquo;That was my fear talking, not my

heart. In truth I hate you for you are a bully and a brute.&rdquo;

Still unable to fully believe these words, the Wolf, half thinking that his friend was

joking, said: &ldquo;I pray, do not speak to me with the tongue of an enemy. Do not look at me

with the eyes of a foe. For the wise poet spoke well when he said: &lsquo;Forgiveness is noble,

and kindness is the best of treasures.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh now you beg and scrape,&rdquo; said the Fox. &ldquo;But that is only because you are down there

in the dark hole, and I am up here in the sun.&rdquo;

&ldquo;If you rescue me from this pit, I shall repent my ways!&rdquo; howled the Wolf. But the Fox

just laughed at him.

And at last the Wolf realised that his former friend truly did hate him, that there was

no hope in him helping him, and all was lost. He began to weep and howl more piteously

than ever.

But the Fox was quite unmoved by the Wolf&rsquo;s plea.

Now, even the Fox had a place in his heart that was not either filled with hatred or

cunning, At last he was moved by the fate of the Wolf. He went over to the hole and said:

&ldquo;My friend. Why are you crying so? I was only joking when I said those words. Here, pull

on my tail and heave yourself out.&rdquo; And so saying he dangled his red bushy tail into the

hole for the Wolf to take hold of. But the Wolf, full of dumb desire for revenge, did not

make use of the tail to save himself. Instead, he seized it, pulled the Fox down into the

hole with him, and growled triumphantly:

&ldquo;So now you have fallen into the snare of your own intent, you traitor, and in it, you

shall share my fate!&rdquo;

The Fox, full of fear, began to beg and scrape: &ldquo;Oh brave and powerful master, do not

strike me and kill me now, or you will not benefit from my plan and we shall both die

here. Is it not better that we should both save ourselves?&rdquo;

The Wolf, already feeling a little calmer, began to regret that he had not saved himself

when he had the chance, and he asked:

&ldquo;And how exactly do you propose to save us?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Easy,&rdquo; said the Fox. &ldquo;Lift me up on your head, and I can scramble out of this pit. I

will run and fetch a vine to use as a rope to help you climb out.&rdquo;

But the Wolf shook his shaggy head and said: &ldquo;Oh Fox, I respect you for never giving up,

but I am not the fool you take me to be. As the poet said, &ldquo;The worst of enemies is your

nearest friend. Greet him with a smiling face, but be ready to do battle with him.&rdquo; And

that is why I do not trust your words. No. It would be a bad thing for me to die here

alone. You shall wait here with me, and we shall die together when the man comes and

finds us trapped here.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Wise words,&rdquo; said the Fox. &ldquo;But not for every case. It cannot be right to always be

suspicious. Trust is the glue of friendship. Without trust, each one of us is on his own.

Without trust there can be no working together. The choice is yours. Trust me or die.

What have you to lose? For if you do not trust me, your number&rsquo;s up anyway.&rdquo;

Now the Wolf, who of course did hope to live, saw that he had little to lose by helping

the Fox, and he lifted him up on his head. The Fox grasped at the edge of the hole with

his claws, got a hold of a vine, and scrambled up into the daylight.

&ldquo;Be sure to keep your word,&rdquo; called up the Wolf. &ldquo;Run and fetch that rope and pull me

out.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Ha! Ha!&rdquo; cried the Fox. &ldquo;Not a chance! If I help you out, you will take your revenge and

kill me.&rdquo; And he ran off up the hill towards the village. There he started to make a

great din, so much so that the man came out holding a rake in his hand. He saw the Fox

and started to chase him. The Fox turned and ran, meaning to lead him to the pit where he

would find the Wolf and kill him. But as he ran, the Fox thought: &ldquo;Is it not sad that we

are all alone in this world, and can trust no one.&rdquo;

And when he reached the pit, he dangled his tail down into the hole once again and said:

&ldquo;Wolf, quick, pull yourself out by my tail. If you drag me down into the pit once again,

we are both dead, because the man is no more than a minute away. Be wise. See that we are

joined together by our common enemy. Either we live or die together.&rdquo;

And the Wolf, seeing that he had but one chance to live, pulled himself out by the Fox&rsquo;s

tail and ran for the woods. The Fox ran too, but in a different direction, because he did

not wish to debate trust and suspicion with the Wolf again. There was too much danger in

that discussion.

And as Scheherazade reached the end of her story, the light of morning began to creep in

through the window.

&ldquo;That was truly a wonderful and instructive story,&rdquo; said the Sultan. &ldquo;How right I was

when I said that we have much to learn from stories of the animals.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Your instructions were indeed wise,&rdquo; said Scheherazade, and if you shall spare my life

today, tomorrow night I will tell you another tale even more wonderful. And the Sultan,

who delighted in her stories, could hardly wait for the next of 1001 nights.

And that was the story of the Fox and the Wolf.

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The Fox and the Wolf (داستان)

Roaring Camp was the noisiest gold mining town in California.&nbsp;&nbsp;More than one-hundred men from every part of the United States had come to that little camp &ndash; stopping there for a short time on their way to getting rich.

Many of these gold miners were criminals.&nbsp;&nbsp;All of them were violent.&nbsp;&nbsp;They filled the peaceful mountain air with shouting and gun shots.&nbsp;&nbsp;The noise of their continual fighting finally gave the camp its strange name.

On a sunny morning in eighteen fifty, however, the men of Roaring Camp were quiet.&nbsp;&nbsp;A crowd was gathered in front of a small wooden house by the river.&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside that cabin was &quot;Cherokee Sal,&quot; the only woman in camp.&nbsp;&nbsp;She was all alone and in terrible pain.&nbsp;&nbsp;Cherokee Sal was having a baby.

Deaths were not unusual in Roaring Camp.&nbsp;&nbsp;But a birth was big news.

One of the men turned to another and ordered: &quot;Go in there, Stumpy, and see what you can do.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stumpy opened the cabin door, and disappeared inside.&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of the men built a campfire outside and gathered around it to wait.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the air&hellip;the cry of a new-born baby.&nbsp;&nbsp;All the men jumped to their feet as Stumpy appeared at the cabin door.&nbsp;&nbsp;Cherokee Sal was dead.&nbsp;&nbsp;But her baby, a boy, was alive.

The men formed a long line.&nbsp;&nbsp;One by one they entered the tiny cabin.&nbsp;&nbsp;On t&nbsp;&nbsp;he bed, under a blanket, they could see the body of the unlucky mother.&nbsp;&nbsp;On a pine table, near that bed, was a small wooden box.&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside lay Roaring Camps newest citizen, wrapped in a piece of bright red cloth.

Someone had put a large hat near the babys box.&nbsp;&nbsp;And as the men slowly marched past, they dropped gifts into the hat.&nbsp;&nbsp;A gold tobacco box.&nbsp;&nbsp;A silver gun.&nbsp;&nbsp;A diamond ring.&nbsp;&nbsp;A lace handkerchief.&nbsp;&nbsp;And about two hundred dollars in gold and silver.

Only one incident broke the flow of the men through the cabin.&nbsp;&nbsp;As a gambler named Kentucky leaned over the box, the baby reached up and held one of the mans fingers.&nbsp;&nbsp;Kentucky looked embarrassed.

&quot;That funny little fellow,&quot; he said, as he gently pulled his hand out of the box.&nbsp;&nbsp;He held up his finger and stared at it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;He grabbed my finger,&quot; he told the men.&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;That funny little fellow.&quot;

The next morning, the men of Roaring Camp buried Cherokee Sal.&nbsp;&nbsp;Afterwards, they held a formal meeting to discuss what to do with the baby.&nbsp;&nbsp;Everyone in the camp voted to keep the child.&nbsp;&nbsp;But nobody could agree on the best way to take care of it.

Tom Ryder suggested bringing a woman into the camp to care for the baby.&nbsp;&nbsp;But the men believed no good woman would accept Roaring Camp as her home.&nbsp;&nbsp;And they decided that they didnt want any more of the other kind.

Stumpy didnt say a word during these long discussions.&nbsp;&nbsp;But when the others finally asked his opinion, he admitted that he wanted to continue taking care of the baby himself.&nbsp;&nbsp;He had been feeding it milk from a donkey, and he believed he could raise the baby just fine.

There was something original, independent, even heroic about Stumpys plan that pleased the men of Roaring Camp.&nbsp;&nbsp;Stumpy was hired.

All the men gave him some gold to send for baby things from the city of Sacramento.&nbsp;&nbsp;They wanted the best that money could buy.

By the time the baby was a month old, the men decided he needed a name.&nbsp;&nbsp;All of them had noticed that since the babys birth, they were finding more gold than ever before.&nbsp;&nbsp;One day Oakhurst declared that the baby had brought &quot;The Luck&quot; to Roaring Camp.&nbsp;&nbsp;So &quot;Luck&quot; was the name they chose for him, adding before it, the first name &quot;Tommy.&quot;

A name day was set for him.&nbsp;&nbsp;The ceremony was held under the pine trees with Stumpy saying the simple works: &quot;I proclaim you Thomas Luck, according to the laws of the United States and the state of California, so help me God.&quot;

Soon after the ceremony, Roaring Camp began to change.&nbsp;&nbsp;The first improvements were made in the cabin of Tommy or &quot;The Luck&quot; as he was usually called.&nbsp;&nbsp;The men painted it white, planted flowers around it and kept it clean.

Tuttles store, where the men used to meet to talk and play cards, also changed.&nbsp;&nbsp;The owner imported a carpet and some mirrors.&nbsp;&nbsp;The men &ndash; seeing themselves in Tuttles mirrors &ndash; began to take more care about their hair, beards and clothing.

Stumpy made a new law for the camp.&nbsp;&nbsp;Anyone who wanted the honor of holding The Luck would have to wash daily.&nbsp;&nbsp;Kentuck appeared at the cabin every afternoon in a clean shirt, his face still shining from the washing hed given it.

The shouting and yelling that had given the camp its name also stopped.&nbsp;&nbsp;Tommy needed his sleep, and the men walked around speaking in whispers.&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead of angry shouts, the music of gentle songs filled the air.&nbsp;&nbsp;Strange new feelings of peace and happiness came into the hearts of the miners of Roaring Camp.

During those long summer days, The Luck was carried up the mountain to the place where the men were digging for gold.&nbsp;&nbsp;He would lie on a soft blanket decorated with wild flowers the men would bring.

Nature was his nurse and playmate.&nbsp;&nbsp;Birds flew around his blanket.&nbsp;&nbsp;And little animals would play nearby.&nbsp;&nbsp;Golden sunshine and soft breezes would stroke him to sleep.

During that golden summer The Luck was with them, the men of Roaring Camp all became rich.&nbsp;&nbsp;With the gold they found in the mountains came a desire for further improvement.&nbsp;&nbsp;The men voted to build a hotel the following spring.&nbsp;&nbsp;They hoped some good families with children would come to live in Roaring Camp.

But some of the men were against this plan.&nbsp;&nbsp;They hoped something would happen to prevent it.&nbsp;&nbsp;And something did.

The following winter, the winter of eighteen fifty-one, is still remembered for the heavy snows in the mountains.&nbsp;&nbsp;When the snow melted that spring, every stream became an angry river that raced down the mountains tearing up trees and bringing destruction.

One of those terrible streams was the North Fork River.&nbsp;&nbsp;Late one night, it leaped over its banks and raced into the valley of Roaring Camp.

The sleeping men had no chance to escape the rushing water, the crashing trees and the darkness.&nbsp;&nbsp;When morning came, Stumpys cabin near the river was gone.&nbsp;&nbsp;Further down in the valley they found the body of its unlucky owner.

But the pride, the hope, the joy, The Luck of Roaring Camp had disappeared.

Suddenly, a boat appeared from around a bend in the river. &nbsp;The men in it said they had picked up a man and a baby. &nbsp;Did anyone know them? &nbsp;Did they belong here? 
Lying on the bottom of the rescue boat was Kentuck. &nbsp;He was seriously injured, but still holding The Luck of Roaring Camp in his arms. &nbsp;As they bent over the two, the men saw the child was pale and cold. 
&quot;Hes dead,&quot; said one of them. 
Kentuck opened his eyes. &nbsp;&quot;Dead?&quot; he whispered. &nbsp;&quot;Yes, Kentuck. &nbsp;And you are dying, too.&quot; 
Kentuck smiled. &nbsp;&quot;Dying!&quot; he repeated. &nbsp;&quot;He is taking me with him. &nbsp;Tell the boys Ive got The Luck with me.&quot; 
And the strong man, still holding the small child, drifted away on the shadowy river that flows forever to the unknown sea.

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Roaring Camp (داستان)

Many centuries ago, in the time of knights and dragons, three brothers and their sister

were playing football on a green in front of a church. The youngest, whose name was

Rowland, was the most skilled with the ball. He scooped it up off the ground with his

foot, and bounced it up and down on his knees, until finally he let it drop. But as he

was about to kick it, he slipped in the mud, and instead of driving the ball towards the

goal, he sent it up into the air and it soared over the nave of the church, and landed in

the graveyard behind it.

His two elder brothers looked at him as he lay on the ground, and chorused together:

&ldquo;Rowland!!!!!&rdquo; Meanwhile, their sister, Ellen, skipped off to fetch the ball from behind

the church. But she was not careful to go around the Church keeping it on her right hand

side. No, instead, she circled the church on her left. In other words, she went

&ldquo;widdershins&rdquo;. In superstitious times it was considered bad luck to go &ldquo;widdershins&rdquo;

because the sun travels in the opposite direction.

The three boys waited for their sister to return from behind the church. And then they

waited some more. But she did not come back. They looked at each other and shrugged.

Eventually, Rowland went to look for Ellen. He found her footprints, leading into the

graveyard, but they stopped in mid track - as if she had vanished into thin air.

The mother of these four children was none other than Queen Guinevere. By this time, her husband, King Arthur, was buried on the island of Avalon. His famed Knights of the Round table had disbursed. The Castle of Camelot lay in ruins and she now lived with her children in a townhouse, in the northern city of Carlisle. 
When the three boys told their mother how their sister had disappeared, she was distraught: 
&ldquo;Oh my Ellen has been taken by the King of the Elves,&rdquo; she declared. &ldquo;Only the bravest knight in all of England can save her. Where is Sir Lancelot? Where is Sir Gawain? What has become of Sir Eric? They are all gone. Nobody is here to defend us.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Mother,&rdquo; said the eldest of the Sons. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s no use calling on those names of old. They are long gone. But do not despair. I shall travel to the Land of the Elves and rescue my sister.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;No! no!&rdquo; pleaded Guinevere, &ldquo;I cannot lose another child.&rdquo; 
But what son of Arthur could leave his sister at the mercy of the Elves? Young though he was, he mounted his steed and set off on a quest to rescue Ellen. He departed over the hill, and did not return. For a whole year he was absent, and still they received no news of him.

And then the day came when the second eldest son mounted his steed and swore that he would bring back his lost siblings. Guinevere cried and begged him not to go, pleading, &ldquo;I must not lose a third child.&rdquo; But all in vain. He was, after all, a son of Arthur, and the Knight&rsquo;s code was deep inside him.

And so the second son disappeared and did not return. A year passed and the last and youngest of the family, Rowland, came to his mother and said:

&ldquo;Mother. I see how you grieve every day for my sister, and my two older brothers. You think that you shall never see them again. But have faith! I tell you, you are mistaken, for I shall rescue them from the land of the Elves.&rdquo;

&ldquo;No, No, this cannot be,&rdquo; pleaded Guinevere. &ldquo;Is it not enough that I have lost a husband and three children? You are all I have left. Do not leave me.&rdquo;

But Rowland was a true son of King Arthur, and he could not turn his back on a challenge.

&ldquo;Dear Mother,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;Do not worry. I will enlist the help of Father&rsquo;s most trusted friend. If I follow his advice, I cannot fail, for he knows more than any other person about magic, fairies, and eleves.&rdquo;

And his mother knew exactly whom he was referring to : none other than the famous wizard, Merlin.

After the passing of King Arthur, Merlin retired to live deep in the woods where he kept

a log cabin. In the woods, he could find most of what he needed to experiment with

medicines and spells. The children of Guinevere and Arthur were among the few people who

knew how to find him, because he had been their teacher.

The wooded hillside was teaming with magical beings. Rowland knew, because Merlin had

taught him, that a rabbit or a deer might contain the soul of an enchanted princess.

There were fairies there too - and sometimes they bewitched human beings and kept them

prisoner for a 100 years. Fairy kidnappings did not happen often, but as Rowland led his

horse along the woodland path, he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, just in case.

He found Merlin sitting at a table outside his hut. The old wizard was sorting through

some mushrooms, picking out the most magical, and making sure that he had not picked any

that were poisonous. When he saw King Arthur&rsquo;s youngests son, he greeted him, and went

inside to prepare a welcome drink out of herbs and berries. Then they both sat down at

the oak table. Roland told him how his sister had disappeared behind the church, and how

his two elder brothers had departed to rescue her, but had not returned.

&ldquo;I must succeed where my brothers have failed, or else I shall break my mother&rsquo;s heart.

This is why I have come to you, my father&rsquo;s most trusted friend and adviser. Merlin, if

you make me a Knight of the Round Table, I am certain to achieve victory.&rdquo;

But Merlin shook his head and said:

&ldquo;You must earn your spurs before you can become a knight. I shall give you the title

Childe, which applies to one who seeks the honour of knighthood.&ldquo;From the moment you

enter the land of the Elves to the moment you depart, no food must pass between your

lips, not a crumb, not a morsel, no matter how hungry you are. If you obey this rule, I

believe that you shall succeed where your brothers failed. &rdquo;

&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Rowland, &ldquo;I will do my utmost to be worthy of your faith, and now I must be on my way.&rdquo; 
And Merlin replied: &ldquo;Hold on a moment! Before you go, I have something to give you. Wait here.&rdquo; Merlin went into his hut and returned with a magnificent weapon. &ldquo;This was your father&rsquo;s sword. Its name is Excalibur and it has never struck in vain.&rdquo; 
Childe Rowland went down on one knee and thanked the Wizard for the great gift. Now he knew that he had the wizard&rsquo;s trust. 
He set off in search of the Land of the Elves. He rode along dusty roads, over crooked mountains, and across ominous moors.

He passed many nights out in the open, cold, wet and hungry. Eventually he reached the Land of the Elves. There he met magical people, who were not so different from human beings, only much larger, including those who looked after cows, horses and pigs. He asked them all for directions to the Castle of the King, and they all claimed that they did not know the answer to his questions. He suspected that they were lying and rode on. 
Eventually he met a woman feeding her hens. 
&ldquo;Well young lad,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;If you wish to meet our king, you must ride three times around the green hill. Be sure to travel widdershins. Each time you go round you must call out, &ldquo;Open up! Open Up! Let me in! And eventually the door of the castle shall open for you. But beware of the King of the Elves. He keeps little human beings captive in his castle, he does.&rdquo; 
&ldquo; I can take care of myself ,&rdquo; said Childe Rowland, tapping his father&rsquo;s sword, Excalibur, that had never struck in vain. 
&ldquo;Here laddie, take some of these eggs, for you look half starved.&rdquo;

Childe Rowland looked at the eggs greedily, and he was about to accept the gift when he recalled Merlin&rsquo;s warning not to eat any food while he was in the Land of the Elves. 
&ldquo;Thank you for your help. But I have no time for food!&rdquo; he said, and he rode off in the direction of the green hill.

Just as he had been told, he rode around the hill three times Widdershins and called out, &ldquo;Open up! Open Up! Let me in&rdquo;, and eventually, just as the woman had said, a door opened up. He tethered his horse to a tree trunk that was hollowed out, with a hole in it that gaped like a dead mouth. Then he passed through the door into the hillside. At first he found himself in an arched tunnel with an eerie light that did not come from either windows or candles. He walked along the tunnel until he came to some double doors which he pushed open. Now he was in a magnificent palace. The ceiling was as high as a cathedral&rsquo;s and was supported by huge gothic columns. An immense lamp hung on a gold chain, and at its centre, a black lump of coal emitted brilliant rays like the sun. The light danced on the multi-coloured jewels, shaped into leaves and flowers, which crept around the floor of the hall like an ornamental garden. At the back was a giant couch made of velvet and silk. And seated on the couch, he saw his sister, Ellen, combing her golden hair. She was not at all surprised or excited to see her brother, because the King of the Elves had put her under a spell that made her slow and docile. He went up to greet her, and she said cooly: 
&ldquo;Your brothers came before you. Now they are prisoners in the dark tower, and are nearly dead. You should not have come here. The same fate shall befall you now, and our mother will have lost all her children.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;I have promised her that I shall rescue you all,&rdquo; said Rowland, tapping his father&rsquo;s sword, Excalibur, that never struck in vain.

&ldquo;May God help you, you poor, helpless fool.&rdquo; said his sister. 
She put down the comb and slowly arose from the couch, before fetching a golden bowl of milk and bread for her brother. 
&ldquo;Thank you sister,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I have never felt hunger such as this.&rdquo; 
She looked at him with eyes full of pity, but could not warn her brother not to eat the food because of the spell she was under. He was about to take it when he recalled Merlin&rsquo;s warning and he said: &ldquo;But I cannot eat until I have rescued you.&rdquo; 
Then a giant voice boomed from the tunnel.

&ldquo;Fee Fi Fo Fum! 
I smell the blood of a British Man! 
Childe Rowland to the Dark Tower Came. &rdquo;

The voice was followed by the giant King of the Elves who smashed through the double doors. Childe Rowland drew his father&rsquo;s sword, Excalibur, that never struck in vain. The Elf King was large and strong, but Rowland was quick and nimble, and eventually he beat the King into submission. He could have cut off his Elffin head, but instead he gave him a chance for survival: 
&ldquo;Release my two brothers, and grant all of us safe passage from the land of the Elves and only then I shall grant you life,&rdquo; he declared. 
The king agreed to Rowland&rsquo;s terms. The brothers were lying in a trance in a cell of the dark tower. The king took a little phial of coloured liquid and sprinkled it on their foreheads and they came too. He did the same for Ellen who also snapped out of her trance. Then the four children departed for England, their home, and their mother, Queen Guinevere

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Childe Rowland (داستان)

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves (داستان)

Praise be to Allah, the beneficent King, the creator of the universe, Lord of the three worlds, who set up the sky without pillars to hold it aloft, who stretched out the earth like a bed, and who filled the ocean like a bath. Lend me the art and the craft of she who outwitted a great king. Of she who for 1001 nights captivated the Shah, while she threaded her plots around him, the woman whose stories held conquered the all-powerful man, and prevented him from carrying out his terrible intent. I speak of her, Scheherazade, the greatest storyteller the world has ever known.

She lived in a time of sorrow for the ruler of the land held in his heart an awful grudge against all women. This grudge had terrible consequences for every family in the land. But it was not always so. He began his reign with a kinder heart. His name was Shahryar, He was in the fullness of his youth and power, but as yet, without a wife. One evening he stood with his younger brother, Prince Zaman, on the balcony of the palace, which overlooked the pleasure gardens. They watched a young serving girl as she stepped out to the fountain to fetch water.

Shahryar whispered: &ldquo;See brother. Is she not as lovely as the moon and as graceful as a gazelle?&rdquo;

But Zaman, replied: &ldquo;Do not let your eyes deceive you. Although you are older than me, and more powerful, yet I am more experienced in the ways of women, for I already have a wife. I tell you no woman on earth has a pure and faithful heart. Each day I watch my Queen. I see her give a visiting prince such a look that makes my blood turn angry. But it does not stop there. She gives the chief chamberlain a cheeky smile that is quite inappropriate. Why, the day before I left my palace to pay honour to you, I saw her whispering to the cook! She brings nothing but shame upon me.&ldquo;

Shahryar laughed: &ldquo;My younger brother, you have been looking pale and ill of late. Now I know the cause. Jealousy is eating you up because you have such a lovely wife!&rdquo;

At this Zaman became quite offended, but he replied in no more than a mutter: &ldquo;My brother, you will learn for yourself in due time.&rdquo;

Shahryar was ready to marry. It seemed that wherever he looked he saw a beautiful woman. But none so lovely as the one the two brothers encountered the very next day. They got up at dawn to go hunting. Just as the sun was spreading its gentle rays, they rode their horses side by side along the sea shore. Walking towards them, along the deserted beach, they saw a girl whose loveliness brought to mind the words:

&ldquo;She rose like the morn, as she shone through the night. 
When she unveiled her face, the sun grew bright.&rdquo;

As the brothers drew near to her, she gave them the sort of smile that gladdens a man&rsquo;s heart and Shahryar said to his brother:

&ldquo;I would not be ashamed to take her for my Queen.&rdquo;

But no sooner had he spoken, than a huge wave came curling into the shore, and standing on top of the wave was a great genie. His skin was orange and his eyes blazing red.

As the wave broke into white foam, the genie leapt onto the beach, and seized the girl up in his hands. He turned his awful eyes on the brothers, and they were so full of fire that they feared his gaze might burn them up. Then he spoke. His voice was terrible, but his words showed that he intended them no harm:

&ldquo;Hear me now and learn from my troubles. When I took this girl for my bride, I set her inside a trunk, and I placed the trunk inside another trunk, and that trunk inside yet another trunk &ndash; seven boxes in all, each with its own lock. And then I placed the sevenfold container at the bottom of the sea, so as to keep her faithful to me. But still she managed to escape, to flirt with strange men on the beach, and to bring shame upon me. If I, a genie with all the power of magic at my disposal cannot keep discipline over my bride, what hope have you mere men of doing so?&rdquo;

As soon as he had issued this warning, both the genie and the girl spun round and round until they became a whirl wind that sped away across the sea.

For the rest of the day Shahryar was pale and brooding. By evening he had cheered up somewhat. As the brothers stood on the balcony overlooking the gardens, once again, he said:

&ldquo;The remarkable occurrence of this morning has made a great impression on me. I see now that you are right. The genie has confirmed what you say. There was never one faithful woman on this earth. But I have thought deeply about this problem all day long, and I have formed a plan.

It was not long before his brother and everyone in the land found out what the Shah had in mind.

As he sat on his throne the next day, giving orders to his ministers about this and that, he sent for his chief minister, a man who had served him for many years, and who had two lovely daughters whom in time, we shall meet, Inshallah! God Willing!

He commanded the minister to bring a bride to him that very evening, and in the morning to take her way to be executed. Each and every day he was to do the same, to bring another bride for him to marry, and in the morning to strike off her head. And so it came to pass for three years on end. There was not a family in the land that was not touched by this tragedy. The people cried out against their Shah, and called on Allah to destroy him and his reign utterly. But his heart was relentless. By this terrible plan he made sure that none of his people would ever gather in a corner and gossip that his queen was faithless to him either in thought or deed.

Mothers wept or fled abroad with their daughters. At last there was hardly a woman left in the city who was of marriageable age. At last, one day, as the minster searched the city, he could not find a bride for the Shah that night. He returned home in sorrow and anxiety, for he was afraid for his own life when he failed that evening to present a new bride to the Shah.

Now he had two daughters, Scheherazade and Dunyazad [ending is long like -&nbsp;&ldquo;ard&rsquo;] The eldest had read all the books, legends and stories in the library of the palace. She knew a great many poems off by heart, and had studied philosophy and the arts. She was pleasant, polite, wise and witty. She saw that her father was looking sad and she quoted some lines of a poem to him:

&ldquo;Tell whoso hath sorrow 
Grief shall never last. 
Even as joy hath no morrow 
so woe shall go past&rdquo;

When the minister heard these words from his daughter, he told her the cause of his sorrow from first to last. When she had heard it all Scheherazade exclaimed:

&ldquo;Who long shall we endue this slaughter of women? I will tell you what is on my mind. Take me to the Shah this night. Let me be his bride. Either I shall live by my wits and save the daughters of this land, or I shall join those who have perished already.&rdquo;

The minister heard these words, and although he greatly respected his daughter&rsquo;s wisdom, he thought these words were the greatest foolishness he had ever heard. He would not hear of his beloved daughter risking her life in this way. He went to the Shah and confessed that he was unable to bring him any more brides, for there were none left in the land. Shah Shahryar sat thoughtfully on this thrown and said:

&ldquo;None, but your own two daughters. Do not hide them from me, or it will cost you your head.&rdquo;

And so it was, after long deliberation, and much persuasion from Scheherazade that he brought his own daughter to the Shah as his bride.

That night, when Scheherazade lifted the veil from her lovely face, the Shah was pleased with what he saw. But there were tears in her eyes.

&ldquo;What troubles you?&rdquo; asked the Shah, thinking that he knew the answer. But she replied not that she was afraid of what would happen to her in the morning, but that she was missing her sister. She begged that she could bring her to sleep with them that night, so that she would not be lonely. The Shah willingly agreed, and all went according to the plan that the ingenious Scheherazade had formed. Her sister Dunyazad slept on a couch at the foot of the royal bed, and towards morning, as she had been told to do by her sister, she awoke and said:

&ldquo;Oh Scheherazade, I cannot sleep. Will you not tell me one of your wonderful stories? For there is not a soul on this earth who can spin a tale as delightful and delectable as yours?&rdquo;

And Scheherazade stirred and said: &ldquo;I too cannot sleep and I will tell you a tale with joy, if this great king will permit me.&rdquo;

The Shah, who was also sleepless and restless, was pleased with the prospect of hearing a tale. And so Scheherazade began to relate the first story of 1001 Nights.

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1001 Nights (داستان)

The western American city of San Francisco, California suffered a huge earthquake on April 18th, 1906. 
More than three thousand people are known to have died. &nbsp;The true number of dead will never be known. &nbsp;Two hundred fifty thousand people lost their homes. Just a few hours after the terrible earthquake, a magazine named Collier&#39;s sent a telegraph message to the famous American writer Jack London. &nbsp;They asked Mr. London to go to San Francisco and report about what he saw. 
He arrived in the city only a few hours after the earthquake. &nbsp;The report he wrote is called, &quot;THE STORY OF AN EYEWITNESS.&quot; &nbsp;Here is Doug Johnson with the story.

Not in history has a modern city been so completely destroyed.&nbsp;&nbsp;San Francisco is gone.&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing remains of it but memories and a few homes that were near the edge of the city.&nbsp;&nbsp;Its industrial area is gone.&nbsp;&nbsp;Its business area is gone. Its social and living areas are gone.&nbsp;&nbsp;The factories, great stores and newspaper buildings, the hotels and the huge homes of the very rich, are all gone.

Within minutes of the earthquake the fires began.&nbsp;&nbsp;Within an hour a huge tower of smoke caused by the fires could be seen a hundred miles away.&nbsp;&nbsp;And for three days and nights this huge fire moved in the sky, reddening the sun, darkening the day and filling the land with smoke.

There was no opposing the flames.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no organization, no communication.&nbsp;&nbsp;The earthquake had smashed all of the modern inventions of a twentieth century city.&nbsp;&nbsp;The streets were broken and filled with pieces of fallen walls.&nbsp;&nbsp;The telephone and telegraph systems were broken.&nbsp;&nbsp;And the great water pipes had burst.&nbsp;&nbsp;All inventions and safety plans of man had been destroyed by thirty seconds of movement by the earth.

By Wednesday afternoon, only twelve hours after the earthquake, half the heart of the city was gone. I watched the huge fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was very calm.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no wind.&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet from every side, wind was pouring in upon the city.&nbsp;&nbsp;East, west, north and south, strong winds were blowing upon the dying city.

The heated air made a huge wind that pulled air into the fire, rising into the atmosphere.&nbsp;&nbsp;Day and night the calm continued, and yet, near the flames, the wind was often as strong as a storm.

ANNOUNCER: There was no water to fight the fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;Fire fighters decided to use explosives to destroy buildings in its path.&nbsp;&nbsp;They hoped this would create a block to slow or stop the fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;Building after building was destroyed.&nbsp;&nbsp;And still the great fires continued.&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack London told how people tried to save some of their possessions from the fire.

STORYTELLER:&nbsp;Wednesday night the whole city crashed and roared into ruin, yet the city was quiet.&nbsp;&nbsp;There were no crowds.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no shouting and yelling.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no disorder.&nbsp;&nbsp;I passed Wednesday night in the path of the fire and in all those terrible hours I saw not one woman who cried, not one man who was excited, not one person who caused trouble.

Throughout the night, tens of thousands of homeless ones fled the fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;Some were wrapped in blankets. Others carried bedding and dear household treasures.

Many of the poor left their homes with everything they could carry.&nbsp;&nbsp;Many of their loads were extremely heavy.&nbsp;&nbsp;Throughout the night they dropped items they could no longer hold.&nbsp;&nbsp;They left on the street clothing and treasures they had carried for miles.

Many carried large boxes called trunks.&nbsp;They held onto these the longest.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a hard night and the hills of San Francisco are steep.&nbsp;&nbsp;And up these hills, mile after mile, were the trunks dragged.&nbsp;&nbsp;Many a strong man broke his heart that night.

Before the march of the fire were soldiers.&nbsp;Their job was to keep the people moving away from the fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;The extremely tired people would arise and struggle up the steep hills, pausing from weakness every five or ten feet.&nbsp;&nbsp;Often, after reaching the top of a heart-breaking hill, they would find the fire was moving at them from a different direction.

After working hour after hour through the night to save part of their lives, thousands were forced to leave their trunks and flee.

At night I walked down through the very heart of the city.&nbsp;&nbsp;I walked through mile after mile of beautiful buildings.&nbsp;&nbsp;Here was no fire.&nbsp;&nbsp;All was in perfect order.&nbsp;&nbsp;The police patrolled the streets.&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet it was all doomed, all of it.&nbsp;&nbsp;There was no water.&nbsp;&nbsp;The explosives were almost used up.&nbsp;&nbsp;And two huge fires were coming toward this part of the city from different directions.

Four hours later I walked through this same part of the city.&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything still stood as before.&nbsp;&nbsp;And yet there was a change.&nbsp;&nbsp;A rain of ashes was falling.&nbsp;&nbsp;The police had been withdrawn.&nbsp;&nbsp;There were no firemen, no fire engines, and no men using explosives.&nbsp;&nbsp;I stood at the corner of Kearney and Market Streets in the very heart of San Francisco.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing could be done. Nothing could be saved.&nbsp;&nbsp;The surrender was complete.

It was impossible to guess where the fire would move next.&nbsp;&nbsp;In the early evening I passed through Union Square.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was packed with refugees.&nbsp;&nbsp;Thousands of them had gone to bed on the grass.&nbsp;&nbsp;Government tents had been set up, food was being cooked and the refugees were lining up for free meals.

Late that night I passed Union Square again.&nbsp;&nbsp;Three sides of the Square were in flames.&nbsp;&nbsp;The Square, with mountains of trunks, was deserted.&nbsp;&nbsp;The troops, refugees and all had retreated.

The next morning I sat in front of a home on San Francisco&#39;s famous Nob Hill.&nbsp;&nbsp;With me sat Japanese, Italians, Chinese and Negroes.&nbsp;&nbsp;All about were the huge homes of the very rich.&nbsp;&nbsp;To the east and south of us were advancing two huge walls of fire.

I went inside one house and talked to the owner.&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled and said the earthquake had destroyed everything he owned.&nbsp;&nbsp;All he had left was his beautiful house.&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked at me and said, &quot;The fire will be here in fifteen minutes.&quot;

Outside the house the troops were falling back and forcing the refugees ahead of them.&nbsp;&nbsp;From every side came the roaring of flames, the crashing of walls and the sound of explosives.

Day was trying to dawn through the heavy smoke.&nbsp;&nbsp;A sickly light was creeping over the face of things.&nbsp;&nbsp;When the sun broke through the smoke it was blood-red and small.&nbsp;&nbsp;The smoke changed color from red to rose to purple.

I walked past the broken dome of the City Hall building. This part of the city was already a waste of smoking ruins.&nbsp;&nbsp;Here and there through the smoke came a few men and women.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was like the meeting of a few survivors the day after the world ended.

ANNOUNCER: The huge fires continued to burn on.&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing could stop them.&nbsp;&nbsp;Mr. London walked from place to place in the city, watching the huge fires destroy the city.&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing could be done to halt the firestorm.

In the end, the fire went out by itself because there was nothing left to burn.&nbsp;&nbsp;Jack London finishes his story:

All day Thursday and all Thursday night, all day Friday and Friday night, the flames raged on.&nbsp;&nbsp;Friday night saw the huge fires finally conquered, but not before the fires had swept three-quarters of a mile of docks and store houses at the waterfront.

San Francisco at the present time is like the center of a volcano.&nbsp;&nbsp;Around this volcano are tens of thousands of refugees.&nbsp;&nbsp;All the surrounding cities and towns are jammed with the homeless ones.&nbsp;&nbsp;The refugees were carried free by the railroads to any place they wished to go.&nbsp;&nbsp;It is said that more than one hundred thousand people have left the peninsula on which San Francisco stood.

The government has control of the situation, and thanks to the immediate relief given by the whole United States, there is no lack of food.&nbsp;&nbsp;The bankers and businessmen have already begun making the necessary plans to rebuild this once beautiful city of San Francisco.

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The Story of an Eyewitness (داستان)

It was a fine evening in the seaside cafe when the mice held their regular meeting to discuss the latest news. The cafe was quiet; the humans had all gone home, leaving the mice to their important business.

Judith Mouse, always sharp-eared and well-informed, began by sharing some news she had overheard from the chatter of customers: &ldquo;How exciting! A new cheese shop has opened on the High Street, and it&rsquo;s called &lsquo;Expensive&rsquo;.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;What&rsquo;s &lsquo;Expensive&rsquo; mean?&rdquo; asked Henry Mouse, scratching his whiskers. 
&ldquo;Oh, It means it&rsquo;s really, really good!&rdquo; piped up Rodina Mouse. &ldquo;And it&#39;s really hard to get.&rdquo;

Judith glanced at her younger friend with a tiny smile. Rodina always liked to show that she knew almost as much as Judith did, and she often jumped in with her own opinions before Judith had a chance to finish.

Grandpa Mouse wobbled his head sagely. &ldquo;Top-notch cheese, eh? Well, it&rsquo;s no good to us if it&rsquo;s locked away behind a glass window. No human&rsquo;s going to let a mouse walk into a shop and buy cheese.&rdquo;

&ldquo;But what if we didn&rsquo;t &lsquo;buy&rsquo; it?&rdquo; suggested Henry Mouse, lowering his voice. 
&ldquo;You mean steal it?&rdquo; Judith replied, crossing her paws.

Rodina nodded eagerly. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s what mice have always done, isn&rsquo;t it, Grandpa? Stealing is just... Well, it&rsquo;s just what we do, right?&rdquo;

Grandpa Mouse nodded approvingly. &ldquo;Stealing cheese is a proud tradition, it&rsquo;s in our nature&mdash;like nibbling and squeezing through impossibly small gaps.&rdquo; 
Judith shook her head. &ldquo;Humans say stealing is wrong. This is what they do instead. They wave a little card over a magic box, enter some mystical numbers, and then they can take whatever they like. They call it paying. And they get rather cross when other humans take things without doing the paying thing.. They abide by a rule that says humans can only have things if they &lsquo;pay&rsquo; for them.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well, how are we supposed to pay?&rdquo; asked Henry. &ldquo;We don&rsquo;t have a magic box or a card!&rdquo;

The question went unanswered. Noone offered so much as a squeak on the subject of how mice could pay for things.

Jimmy Mouse, who was quietly nibbling a crumb of shortbread, suddenly found himself the centre of attention. As usual, all eyes turned to him. 
&ldquo;I suppose you want me to go to this Expensive Cheese Shop, is it?&rdquo; he squeaked nervously.

&ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; said Grandpa Mouse with a wave of his paw. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re our bravest and most reliable mouse, Ji mmy. It&rsquo;s your duty.&rdquo;

&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not fair,&rdquo; Jimmy protested. &ldquo;Why does everyone always think I&rsquo;m reliable? Why don&rsquo;t you pick someone totally unreliable for a change?&rdquo;

But it was no use. As always, Jimmy ended up squeezing himself out of the mouse hole, scampering up a drainpipe, and sneaking through a half-open window of the fancy cheese shop. He made his way carefully, darting past enormous wheels of Gouda and stacks of Stilton. As he scurried along, Jimmy stopped in front of an especially rare cheese - a legend among mice in the know - a spicy Dutch Nagelkaas. But then his nose caught an even stronger scent right in front of him. There, in the centre of the shop, Jimmy spotted the prize: a huge slab of golden cheese labelled:

Limburger: &lsquo;Aged Longer for its uniquely pungent flavour&rsquo;.

&ldquo;Ooh Grandpa&rsquo;s favourite smelly cheese!&rdquo; Jimmy&rsquo;s heart pounded as he nibbled through the wrapping, and with great effort, he tugged a hefty slice free. He darted back the way he came, hearing only a faint tinkle of a bell as the shop&rsquo;s cat shifted in its sleep.

Back at the cafe, the mice gathered around, sniffing the air. The Limburger cheese was smooth and creamy, with a robust aroma, somewhat reminiscent of human feet that made their noses twitch in delight.

&ldquo;Fabulous!&rdquo; Declared grandpa, &ldquo;I haven&rsquo;t smelt anything so wonderful since years ago when I took a ride in a laundry basket full of dirty socks.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;But what will the humans do when they find out their special cheese has been nibbled in the night?&rdquo; worried Rodina. &ldquo;They could make the cat go hungry so he stays up and hunts mice!&rdquo;

&ldquo;We need to learn how to pay,&rdquo; said Judith thoughtfully. &ldquo;Humans don&rsquo;t seem to mind sharing when they&rsquo;ve done their magic trick.&rdquo;

Then, as if by fate, Jimmy stumbled upon an extraordinary discovery the very next day. He found a plastic card lying on the pavement outside the cafe. It had a picture of a fierce bird and the words Mexican Express written across it.

&ldquo;That&rsquo;s it!&rdquo; squeaked Rodina excitedly. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s a paying card! We can use it to do magic just like humans!&rdquo;

The mice were thrilled. They polished the card until it gleamed and made little bags from scraps of cloth. Judith insisted that they looked as respectable as possible when venturing out.

Jimmy, now accompanied by Judith, made the perilous journey back to the cheese shop. They wriggled through the air vent, and approached the magic black box the humans used to do the paying thing.

Judith took a deep breath. &ldquo;Right, we must hold up the card like this,&rdquo; she demonstrated, &ldquo;and the magic box should flash and make a happy beep. If it does, we&rsquo;ll have paid.&rdquo;

Jimmy hesitated, but then he held up the Mexican Express card to the machine. A green light flashed, and the machine beeped just as Judith said it would. The two mice stared at each other in disbelief as the doors of the glass cheese cabinet clicked open. They slipped inside the cabinet and filled their bags with the best crumbs of Limburger, Gouda, and a particularly fragrant truffle-infused brie.

Before they left, Judith insisted on looking at the number on the machine. 
&ldquo;&pound;999.32,&rdquo; she read out slowly. &ldquo;That must be a magic number! We&rsquo;ve really paid now!&rdquo;

Emboldened by their success, the mice took their card to the posh grocery store next door. They stuffed their bags with bran flakes, raisins, and even organic sunflower seeds. They returned home with more fine food than the family of mice had ever known.

For the next few days, they lived like kings, even using the card at the cafe when they took crumbs from the tables. Each time, Judith insisted on a polite wave of the card before taking anything.

One day, as Jimmy and Judith were peeking out of the mouse hole, they overheard one of the frequent customers talking to the cafe owner. 
&ldquo;I&rsquo;m looking for my Mexican Express card,&rdquo; he said, looking dowcast.&ldquo;And someone&rsquo;s been using it all over town! &pound;999 on cheese, &pound;600 at the grocery store, and&mdash;&rdquo; he paused dramatically&mdash;&ldquo;&pound;62 here on tea and sandwiches!&rdquo; 
&ldquo;&pound;62 on tea and sandwiches?&rdquo; the cafe owner repeated, baffled. &ldquo;My prices aren&rsquo;t that steep.&rdquo;

&ldquo;I know, but if I find out who took my card&hellip;&rdquo; the man fumed. &ldquo;Keep an eye out for me, will you?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Oh yes indeed,&rdquo; said the cafe owner. &ldquo;Only a really bad person would use someone else&rsquo;s card to buy &pound;1000 quid&rsquo;s worth of cheese.&rdquo;

Judith and Jimmy glanced at each other, their hearts racing.

&ldquo;I do believe we&rsquo;ve been over-spending,&rdquo; whispered Judith. &ldquo;Human&rsquo;s say it&rsquo;s bad manners to over-spend.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Do you think we should&hellip; stop paying?&rdquo; asked Jimmy, his little heart thumping. 
Judith paused, considering carefully. &ldquo;Yes, perhaps the humans aren&rsquo;t very fond of us using the card. Let&rsquo;s leave that to them in future..&rdquo; 
&ldquo;What should we call it, then?&rdquo; asked Rodina, who had been listening from behind.

Judith nodded. &ldquo;From now on, we&rsquo;ll say we&rsquo;re borrowing. Borrowing is a much nicer word. Humans do it all the time. They borrow money, they borrow things, and then they feel better about it.&rdquo;

&ldquo;So we&rsquo;re not stealing then?&rdquo; asked Jimmy, feeling slightly better. 
&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Judith firmly. &ldquo;We are borrowing. And remember, words are very important. It&rsquo;s not what we&rsquo;re doing that&rsquo;s changed&mdash;it&rsquo;s what we call it.&rdquo; 
The mice nodded in agreement. They resolved that from now on, they would never say they were stealing again.

&ldquo;Borrowing sounds much more respectable,&rdquo; Grandpa Mouse agreed, when he heard the plan. &ldquo;After all, we are a very respectable family of mice.&rdquo; 
And with that, they happily returned to their normal routine&mdash; just doing what mice have always done. And the humans, well they behaved as humans are supposed to - the good ones anyway. The customers of the cafe were nice, well-behaved people, generally speaking. They never stole because stealing is bad. Nor did they borrow without asking because that&rsquo;s bad too. Instead, they paid for things with their magic cards and were careful not to overspend, even on the finest and stinkiest things in life, like Limburger cheese. 
And that was &lsquo;Jimmy Mouse and the Magic Card.&rsquo;

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برای یادگیری کامل کلمات این داستان، به بخش یادگیری بروید.

A long time ago, in Persia, a poor boy called Aladdin was playing with his friends in the streets of his city. A stranger came up to him and asked him if he was the son of Mustapha the Tailor. &ldquo;I am, sir,&rdquo; replied Aladdin, &ldquo;but he died a long while ago.&rdquo; When the stranger heard this, he embraced Aladdin saying: &ldquo;My boy &ndash; I am your long lost uncle.&rdquo; Aladdin ran home and told his mother all about this newly found relative, and she prepared supper for them all.

The next day, the uncle led Aladdin out far beyond the city gates. They journeyed onwards until late afternoon, but Aladdin did not feel tired because his uncle told him so many interesting stories. Eventually they reached the foot of a mountain.

&ldquo;We will go no farther,&rdquo; said the false uncle &ndash; for in truth he was not Aladdin&rsquo;s relative, but an African magician in disguise. &ldquo;I will show you something wonderful,&rdquo;&nbsp;he said. The magician lit a fire and threw some powder on it while saying some magical words. The earth trembled a little and a large boulder rolled to one side. Aladdin saw a flight of steps leading down into a dark cave. The opening was just large enough for a boy to pass through, but plainly the magician, who was rather fat, would not have managed to enter the cave himself. &ldquo;Go down,&rdquo; commanded the magician, &ldquo;at the foot of those steps you will find an open door leading into three large halls. Pass through them without touching anything, or you will die instantly. These halls lead into a garden of fine fruit trees. Walk on until you come to a table upon which stands a lighted lamp. Pour out the oil it contains, and bring it to me.&rdquo;

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Aladdin was afraid to disobey the magician, and went down the stairs into the cave. On the ground he found a ring, and despite the magician&rsquo;s order not to touch anything, he picked it up and slipped it onto his finger. He did not die. Then he passed through the garden where he picked fruit from the trees. Later on, he found the lamp, just as the magician had said, and he went back up the stairs to the mouth of the cave. The magician cried out: &ldquo;Make haste and give me the lamp.&rdquo; But Aladdin saw through his trick and understood that as soon as he handed over the lamp, the magician would replace the stone and he would be shut inside the cave, never to leave. And so Aladdin called out: &ldquo;Let me out first, and only then will I give you the lamp.&rdquo; The magician flew into a terrible rage, and throwing some more powder on to the fire, he said some more magic words, and the stone rolled back into its place.

For two days Aladdin remained trapped inside the cave. At last he clasped his hands in prayer, and in so doing rubbed the ring that he had picked off the ground. Immediately an enormous and frightful genie rose out of the earth, saying: &ldquo;What wouldst thou with me? I am the slave of the ring, and will obey thee in all things.&rdquo; Aladdin fearlessly replied: &ldquo;Deliver me from this place!&rdquo; Whereupon the earth opened, and he found himself back at home. &ldquo;Alas! child,&rdquo; said his mother when she noticed him. &ldquo;I have nothing to eat in the house. We will go hungry tonight.&rdquo; Aladdin soothed her saying he would sell the lamp to get some money for food. As it was very dirty his mother began to rub it, that it might fetch a higher price. Instantly a hideous genie appeared, and asked what she would have. She fainted away, but Aladdin, snatching the lamp, said boldly: &ldquo;Fetch me something to eat!&rdquo; The genie returned with a silver bowl, twelve silver plates containing rich meats, two silver cups, and two bottles of wine. Aladdin&rsquo;s mother, when she came to herself, said: &ldquo;Where did you get this splendid feast?&rdquo; &ldquo;Ask not, but eat,&rdquo; replied Aladdin.

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One day the Sultan who ruled the city ordered that everyone was to stay at home and close his shutters while the princess, his daughter, went to and from the bath. Aladdin was seized by a desire to see her face, which was very difficult, as she always went veiled. He hid himself behind the door of the bath, and peeped through a chink. The princess looked so beautiful that Aladdin fell in love with her at first sight. He went home and told his mother that he loved the princess so deeply that he could not live without her. His mother burst out laughing, but Aladdin at last persuaded her to go to the Sultan and request his daughter&rsquo;s hand in marriage for her son. She fetched a napkin and laid in it the magic fruits from the enchanted garden, which sparkled and shone like the most beautiful jewels. She took these with her to please the Sultan. After waiting several days at the palace, she was admitted to see the him. She threw herself down at the foot of the throne and waited for several minutes until the Sultan said to her: &ldquo;Old woman, tell me what you want.&rdquo; She hesitated, then told him of her son&rsquo;s love for the princess, only at the last moment remembering to open the napkin that contained the magical jewels. When the Sultan saw this wonderful present he was thunderstruck, and turning to his chief adviser, the grand Vizier, he said: &ldquo;Ought I not to give the princess to one who values her at such a price?&rdquo; The Vizier, who was hoping that his own son would marry the princess, begged the Sultan to delay the wedding for three months, during which time he hoped to make him a richer present. The Sultan agreed.

Aladdin waited patiently for his wedding day in three months time, but after two months his mother, going into the city to buy oil, found everyone rejoicing, and asked what was going on. &ldquo;Do you not know,&rdquo; was the answer, &ldquo;that the son of the grand Vizier is to marry the Sultan&rsquo;s daughter tonight?&rdquo; Aladdin, who was stunned when he heard the news. but presently he took down the lamp and rubbed it. The genie appeared, saying, &ldquo;What is thy will?&rdquo; Aladdin replied: &ldquo;The Sultan has broken his promise to me, and the Vizier&rsquo;s son is to marry the princess. My command is that that you bring the princess here so that the scoundral can&rsquo;t have her.&rdquo; &ldquo;Your wish is my command&rdquo; said the genie, and in an instant the princess was sitting in Aladdin&rsquo;s room still wearing her wedding dress. He told her not to be afraid, but she was utterly confused and quite terrified. The next morning, the genie took her back to the palace.

The princess told her mother how she had been carried by magic to some strange house. Her mother did not believe her in the least, and the Sultan ordered that the wedding should take place that evening instead.

The following night exactly the same thing happened. The Sultan was furious and even considered having his daughter&rsquo;s head cut off. He summoned the Vizier&rsquo;s son. &ldquo;Plainly my daughter is hiding from you,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Do you still wish to marry her?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well&rdquo; said the young man who was very proud and arrogant: &ldquo;If the princess does not obey her father, the great Sultan, what hope is that she will make me a good wife? I give up my claim over her. Better that she marry the poorest beggar if that&rsquo;s what she wants.&rdquo;

When the three months were over, Aladdin sent his mother to remind the Sultan of his promise. She stood in the same place as before, and the Sultan, on seeing her poverty felt less inclined than ever to keep his word. The Vizier advised him to set so high a value on the princess that no man living could come up to it. The Sultan then turned to Aladdin&rsquo;s mother, saying: &ldquo;Good woman, a Sultan must remember his promises, and I will remember mine, but your son must first send me forty basins of gold full of jewels. Tell him that I await his answer.&rdquo;

When he heard this, Aladdin summoned up his genie and soon eighty slaves, splendidly dressed, were waiting in the alleyway outside his house. The slaves were carrying forty golden basins, brimming with jewels.

Aladdin mounted his horse and passed through the streets, the slaves strewing gold as they went. When the Sultan saw him he came down from his throne, embraced him, and led him into a hall where a feast was spread, intending to marry him to the princess that very day. But Aladdin refused, saying: &ldquo;I must build a palace fit for her,&rdquo; and took his leave. Once home, he said to the genie: &ldquo;Build me a palace of the finest marble, with four and twenty windows set with jasper, agate, and other precious stones.

At night the princess said goodbye to her father, and set out for Aladdin&rsquo;s palace, with his mother at her side, and followed by the hundred slaves. She was charmed at the sight of Aladdin, who ran to receive her. &ldquo;Princess,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;blame your beauty for my boldness if I have displeased you.&rdquo; After the wedding had taken place, Aladdin led her into the hall, where a feast was spread, and she suppered with him, after which they danced till midnight.

But far away in Africa the magician remembered Aladdin, and by his magic arts discovered that instead of perishing miserably in the cave, he had escaped, and had married a princess. He travelled night and day until he reached the city of Persia where Aladdin lived. Half mad with rage, he was determined to get hold of the lamp, and again plunge Aladdin into the deepest poverty.

Unluckily, Aladdin had gone hunting for eight days, which gave the magician plenty of time. He bought a dozen copper lamps, put them into a basket, and went to the palace, crying: &ldquo;New lamps for old!&rdquo; Followed by a jeering crowd, laughing to see an old fool offering to exchange fine new lamps for old ones?One of the palace slaves said to the princess: &ldquo;There is an old lamp on the cornice there which he can have.&rdquo; Now this was the magic lamp, which Aladdin had left there, as he could not take it out hunting with him. The princess, not knowing its value, went and said to the magician: &ldquo;Give me a new lamp for this.&rdquo; He snatched it amid the jeers of the crowd. Little he cared. He went out of the city gates to a lonely place where he pulled out the lamp and rubbed it. The genie appeared, and at the magician&rsquo;s command carried him, together with the palace and the princess in it, to far off Africa.

Next morning the Sultan looked out of the window toward Aladdin&rsquo;s palace and rubbed his eyes, for it was gone. The Vizier put the strange disappearance of the palace and his daughter down to black magic, and this time the Sultan believed him. He and sent thirty men on horseback to fetch Aladdin in chains. &ldquo;False wretch!&rdquo; said the Sultan. &ldquo;Where is my palace and my daughter?&rdquo; Aladdin had no answer, but begged to be given forty days to discover the cause of the disaster. This the Sultan granted. For three days Aladdin wandered about like a madman, asking everyone what had become of his palace, but they only laughed and pitied him. He came to the banks of a river, and knelt down to say his prayers before throwing himself in. In so doing he rubbed the magic ring he still wore. The genie appeared, and asked his will. &ldquo;Save my life, Genie,&rdquo; said Aladdin, &ldquo;bring my palace back.&rdquo; &ldquo;That is not in my power,&rdquo; said the genie. &ldquo;I am only the slave of the ring; you must ask him of the lamp.&rdquo; &ldquo;Even so,&rdquo; said Aladdin, &ldquo;but thou canst take me to the palace, and set me down under my dear wife&rsquo;s window.&rdquo; He at once found himself in Africa, under the window of the princess.

That morning the princess rose early and opened the window, and at the noise she made, Aladdin looked up. She was astonished and delighted to see her dear husband&rsquo;s face. After he had kissed her, Aladdin said: &ldquo;I beg of you, Princess, in God&rsquo;s name, tell me what has become of my old lamp. &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I am the innocent cause of our sorrows,&rdquo; and she told him of the exchange of the lamp.

Aladdin comforted her, and gave her a small bottle containing a certain powder. &ldquo;Put on your most beautiful dress,&rdquo; he said to her &ldquo;and receive the magician with smiles, leading him to believe that you have forgotten me. Invite him to supper with you, and say you wish to taste the wine of his country. He will go for some and while he is gone I will tell you what to do.&rdquo;

That evening she received the magician, saying, to his great amazement: &ldquo;I have made up my mind that Aladdin is dead, and that all my tears will not bring him back to me, so I am resolved to mourn no more, and have therefore invited you to supper with me, but let us try some wine of Africa.&rdquo; The magician flew to his cellar, and the princess put the powder that Aladdin had given her into his cup. When he returned the magician made her a speech in praise of her beauty, but the princess cut him short, saying: &ldquo;Let us drink first, and you shall say what you will afterward.&rdquo; She set her cup to her lips and kept it there, while the magician drained his to the dregs and fell back lifeless. Aladdin came into the room, went to the dead magician, took the lamp out of his clothes, and bade the genie carry the palace and all in it back to Persia. This was done in an instant.

The Sultan, who was sitting in his chamber, mourning for his lost daughter, happened to look up, and rubbed his eyes, for there stood the palace as before! He hastened over to it, and Aladdin received him with the princess at his side. He told him what had happened, and showed him the dead body of the magician, that he might believe. A ten days&rsquo; feast was proclaimed, and it seemed as if Aladdin might now live the rest of his life in peace; but it was not to be.

The African magician had a younger brother, who was, if possible, more wicked and more cunning than himself. He travelled to Persia to avenge his brother&rsquo;s death, and disguised himself in skirts and veils so that he looked exactly like a famous holy woman called Fatima. Then he went toward the palace of Aladdin, and all the people, thinking he was the holy woman, gathered round him, kissing his hands and begging his blessing. The princess, who had long desired to see Fatima, sent for her. She showed Fatima the palace, and asked what she thought of it. &ldquo;It is truly beautiful,&rdquo; said the false Fatima. &ldquo;In my mind it wants but one thing.&rdquo; &ldquo;And what is that?&rdquo; said the princess. &ldquo;If only a roc&rsquo;s egg,&rdquo; replied he, &ldquo;were hung up from the middle of this dome, it would be the wonder of the world.&rdquo;

After this the princess could think of nothing but the roc&rsquo;s egg, and when Aladdin returned from hunting he found her in a very ill mood. She told him that all her pleasure in the hall was spoiled for the want of a roc&rsquo;s egg hanging from the dome. &ldquo;If that is all,&rdquo; replied Aladdin, &ldquo;you shall soon be happy.&rdquo; He left her and rubbed the lamp, and when the genie appeared commanded him to bring a roc&rsquo;s egg. The genie gave such a loud and terrible shriek that the hall shook. &ldquo;Wretch!&rdquo; he cried, &ldquo;is it not enough that I have done everything for you, but you must command me to bring my master and hang him up in the midst of this dome? You and your wife and your palace deserve to be burnt to ashes, but this request does not come from you, but from the brother of the African magician, whom you destroyed. He is now in your palace disguised as the holy woman. He, it was who put that wish into your wife&rsquo;s head. Take care of yourself, for he means to kill you.&rdquo; So saying, the genie disappeared.

Aladdin went back to the princess, saying his head ached, and requesting that the holy Fatima should be fetched to lay her hands on it. But when the magician came near, Aladdin, seizing his dagger, pierced him to the heart. &ldquo;What have you done?&rdquo; cried the princess. &ldquo;You have killed the holy woman!&rdquo; &ldquo;Not so,&rdquo; replied Aladdin, &ldquo;but a wicked magician,&rdquo; and told her of how she had been deceived.

After this Aladdin and his wife lived in peace. He succeeded the Sultan when he died, and reigned for many years, leaving behind him a long line of kings.

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برای یادگیری کامل کلمات این داستان، به بخش یادگیری بروید.

In a faraway kingdom, there was a tsar named Vyslav Andronovich. He had three sons: Dmitry, Vasily, and the youngest, Ivan. The tsar owned a garden so grand that there was no garden in any country in the world that could compare with it. In the middle of the garden stood his most precious tree, one that grew golden apples.

But then a Firebird became a regular visitor to Tsar Vyslav&#39;s garden; it had golden feathers, and its eyes were like oriental crystals. This magical bird flew to the garden every night and sat on Tsar Vyslav&#39;s favourite apple tree. It sat for a while, lighting up the garden with a golden glow, before nibbling at some apples. The Firebird then plucked a particularly large one, gripped it tightly in its talons, and flew away.

Tsar Vyslav became more and more upset, because every night he lost more and more of his golden apples. Eventually he called his three sons to him and said:

&ldquo;My dear children, which of you can catch the Firebird in my garden? Whoever succeeds shall have half my kingdom now and the rest when I am gone.&rdquo;

His children, the princes, cried out with one voice: 
&ldquo;Dear father, your royal majesty! We will do our utmost to catch the Firebird alive!&rdquo; 
On the first night, Prince Dmitry went to keep watch in the garden and sat under the apple tree from which the Firebird was picking apples. Unfortunately he fell asleep and did not hear how the magical bird flew in and picked a great many apples. In the morning, Tsar Vyslav Andronovich called his son Dmitry to him:

&ldquo;Well, my dear son, have you seen the Firebird or not?&rdquo;

Dmitry answered:

&ldquo;No, my dear lord-father! She did not fly in last night.&rdquo;

The next night, Prince Vasily went into the garden to watch for the Firebird. He sat under the same apple tree and, after sitting for an hour or two, fell soundly asleep. He too did not hear the Firebird fly in and nibble on the apples. In the morning, Tsar Vyslav called him and asked:

&ldquo;Well, my dear son, have you seen the Firebird or not?&rdquo;

&ldquo;Dear sir-father! She did not fly in last night.&rdquo;

On the third night, Prince Ivan went into the garden to keep watch and sat under the same apple tree. He sat there for an hour, then another, and then another. Suddenly the whole garden lit up as if by a great star! The Firebird flew in, sat on the apple tree and began to pluck the apples. Ivan crept up to it so skillfully that he grabbed it by the tail. However, he wasn&rsquo;t able to hold on to it. The Firebird broke free and flew away. Ivan was left with only one feather from the tail in his hand. In the morning, as soon as Tsar Vyslav awoke from his sleep, Ivan gave him a feather from the Firebird. Tsar Vyslav was very happy that his youngest son managed to get at least one feather from the Firebird. This feather was so wonderful and bright that if you brought it into a dark room, it would shine as if a great many candles were lit in that room. Tsar Vyslav put that feather in his study as a thing that should be kept forever. After losing a feather, the Firebird did not fly into the garden again.

Tsar Vyslav again called his children to him and said to them: 
&ldquo;My dear children! Go on a journey, find the Firebird and bring it to me alive; and as I promised before, the one who brings the Firebird to me will receive half of my kingdom.&rdquo;

Dmitry and Vasily were already jealous of their younger brother Ivan, because he had managed to pull a feather from the tail of the Firebird. They took a blessing from their father and went off together to find the magical bird. And Ivan also began to ask his father for a blessing for this. Tsar Vyslav said to him:

&ldquo;My dear son, my dear child! You are still young and not used to such a long and difficult journey. Why leave me? What if all three of you do not return for a long time? I am already old. What if God, in his wisdom, calls to the next world while you are gone? The kingdom will be left without a ruler.&rdquo; 
But try as he might, he could not dissuade young Ivan from trying his hand at finding the Firebird, and he too set out on his way. 
Along his journey, Ivan came to a sign with three directions: straight ahead promised hunger and cold, the right promised to cost him his horse but spare his life, and the left threatened to take his life but spare his horse. Ivan chose the right path.

After riding for many days, a great grey wolf jumped out in front of weary Ivan. 
&ldquo;Oh, you Goy!&rdquo; said the Wolf, which is something like, &ldquo;Your Highness!&rdquo; Did you not read the sign that said you would lose your horse if you came this way?&rdquo;

&ldquo;I did, sir Wolf,&rdquo; replied Ivan. &ldquo;But it was better than freezing to death or losing my life.&rdquo; 
And as soon as he said those words, the horse threw him to the ground and ran off. 
Ivan was very sad about his horse. But this was no time to cry! He continued on foot, incredibly tired and longing to sit down to rest. Then the grey wolf caught up with him and said:

&ldquo; I feel sorry for you, Ivan, that you are exhausted on foot. Climb on my back, and tell me where to take you!&rdquo; 
Ivan explained his quest for the Firebird. The grey wolf knew exactly where to go. He rushed faster than a horse. By the start of night, he brought Ivan to a stone wall that was not very high, stopped and said:

&ldquo;Well, Ivan, we&rsquo;ve arrived. Time to slip off my back and climb over this stone wall. There is a garden behind the wall, and in that garden the Firebird sits in a golden cage. You take the Firebird, but do not touch the golden cage. If you take the cage, you will not be able to escape from the garden. You will be caught immediately!&rdquo;

Ivan climbed over the stone wall into the garden, saw the Firebird in a golden cage, gleaming and lighting up the whole garden. He took the shining bird out of the cage and went back. But just as he was about to climb out of the garden, he said to himself: &quot;Why did I take the Firebird without a cage, where shall I put it?&quot; He returned and as soon as he took off with the golden cage, there was a dreadful knocking and thunder throughout the garden. The guards immediately woke up, ran into the garden, and caught Ivan with the Firebird. They brought him to their king, whose name was Dolmat. King Dolmat became very angry with Ivan and shouted at him in a loud and angry voice:

&ldquo;Aren&#39;t you ashamed of stealing, young man! Who are you, where are you from, and who is your father?&rdquo; 
Ivan said to him: 
&ldquo;I am from the kingdom of Vyslav, and my name is Ivan. The Tsar is my father. Your Firebird flew into our garden every night, and plucked golden apples from my father&#39;s favourite apple tree. For this reason my father sent me to find the Firebird and bring it to him.&rdquo; 
&ldquo;Well You have gone the wrong way about it!&rdquo; said King Dolmat, angrily. &ldquo;But I shall give you a chance if you do me a favour. Go to the thrice-nine lands, and fetch me a golden-maned horse from Tsar Afron. If you do this, I will forgive you and give you the Firebird with great honour. But if you fail to do this favour, then I will let all the world know that you are a dishonest thief!&rdquo;

Ivan left King Dolmat in great shame, promising to fetch the golden-maned horse. 
&ldquo;Oh, you goy, young man, Ivan son of the Tsar!&rdquo; - the grey wolf said to him. &ldquo;Why did you not listen to me? Why did you take the golden cage?&rdquo;

&ldquo;I am guilty before you,&rdquo; Ivan said to the wolf. 
&ldquo;Very well, so be it!&rdquo; said the grey wolf. &ldquo;Climb on my back. I will take you where you need to go.&rdquo;

Prince Ivan sat on the grey wolf&#39;s back and the wolf ran as fast as an arrow. They finally reached the kingdom of Tsar Afron at night. And, having come to the white-stone royal stables, the grey wolf said to Prince Ivan: 
&ldquo;Go now to these white-stone stables. The grooms on guard are all fast asleep! Take the golden-maned horse. When you see a golden bridle hanging on the wall, do not take it, or it will be bad for you.&rdquo;

Ivan crept into the white-stone stables, took his horse and was about to escape. Then he saw a golden bridle on the wall and was so tempted by it that he took it off the nail. As soon as he did this, there was thunder and noise throughout the stables. The grooms woke up, came running, caught Ivan and led him to Tsar Afron. Tsar Afron began to ask him:

&ldquo;Oh, you goy, young man! Tell me your country, your father, and your name.&rdquo;

To this Ivan answered him:

&ldquo;I myself am from the kingdom of Vyslav, the son of Tsar Vyslav, and my name is Prince Ivan.&rdquo;

&ldquo;Well, Prince Ivan, you have done wrong. But I will give you this chance. Fetch me Princess Elena the Beautiful. I have long loved her with my soul and heart. Do me this favour and I shall forgive you and give you the golden bridle with honour.. But if you do not do me this favour, then I will let all the world know that you are a dishonest thief!&rdquo; 
Then Ivan promised Tsar Afron to fetch the princess Elena the Beautiful, and felt ashamed at what he had done.

&ldquo;Oh, you goy, young man, Ivan son of the Tsar!&rdquo; - the grey wolf said to him. &ldquo;Why did you not listen to me? Why did you take the golden bridle?&rdquo;

&ldquo;I am guilty before you,&rdquo; Ivan said to the wolf.

&ldquo;Very well, so be it!&rdquo; - said the grey wolf. &ldquo;Climb on my back. I will take you where you need to go.&rdquo;

The grey wolf once again carried Ivan on his back and ran swiftly, covering vast distances in a short time. At last, they reached the kingdom where Princess Elena the Beautiful lived. A golden fence surrounded her wondrous garden, and the wolf stopped just outside it. 
&ldquo;Now, Ivan,&rdquo; said the grey wolf, &ldquo;you must follow my instructions carefully. I will leap over this fence and capture Princess Elena myself. You wait for me here under this oak tree, and when I return, you must not hesitate. Jump on my back immediately, and we shall make our escape.&rdquo;

Ivan agreed. The wolf leapt gracefully over the golden fence and waited in hiding until evening, when Princess Elena came into the garden with her attendants. As soon as she approached, the wolf darted out, seized her gently but firmly, and bounded back over the fence

&ldquo;Quick Ivan!&rdquo; the wolf called. &ldquo;Jump onto me now!&rdquo;

Ivan climbed onto the wolf&#39;s back, and they sped away with Princess Elena. Despite the commotion raised in the palace, no one could catch them, and soon they were far from the kingdom. As they travelled, Ivan and Elena began to talk, and before long, they had fallen deeply in love.

When they neared the kingdom of Tsar Afron, Ivan became sorrowful. &ldquo;How can I give up the princess I now love with all my heart?&rdquo; he lamented.

The grey wolf, ever loyal, comforted him. &ldquo;Do not despair, Ivan. I will transform myself into the likeness of Princess Elena. Take me to Tsar Afron. He will be very pleased and let you have the golden mained Horse&hellip; little will he realise that his beautiful bride is a gray wolf in disguise!&rdquo;

Ivan was delighted with this plan. He climbed down from the Gray Wolf&rsquo;s back and then, all of a sudden, there were not one, but two Princess Elena&rsquo;s standing before him. Now that was magic! He escorted the one who was really the wolf in disguise to Tsar Afron. Tsar Afron was delighted and happily exchanged the horse with the golden main and the golden bridle for the princess. Then Ivan returned to where he had left the real princess Elena and lifted her onto the horse with the golden main. They travelled to the court of King Dolmat who happily exchanged the Firebird for the horse, and at last they set off for home! 
But on the way they ran into his brothers, Dmitry and Vasily, who were furious to see that their little brother Ivan was returning not only with the Firebird but with a beautiful princess too. They drew their swords and were about to attack their little brother when the grey wolf jumped out of the bushes and filled them with terror! They galloped away on their horses as fast as they could and did not dare return for a very long time. 
So Ivan - without his brothers - came to his father the Tsar and presented him with the Firebird. His father was overjoyed to see him - though worried about his other sons. Ivan and Princess Elena the beautiful were married and eventually became Tsar and Tsarina of the Kingdom and lived happily ever after, while the Firebird lit up the garden at night with golden light - and only ate the apples that it was given. And as for the grey wolf he lived in the gatehouse of the palace with his wife and cubs, making sure that no thieves or bad people ever entered the grounds.

And that was the tale of the Firebird and the Gray Wolf, from Russia.

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برای یادگیری کامل کلمات این داستان، به بخش یادگیری بروید.

در عصر ارتباطات و تکنولوژی هر کسی به نحوی درتلاش است تا مهارت&zwnj;های زبانی خود را تقویت کند و بتواند با ملل مختلف ارتباط برقرار کند.

ما در&nbsp;یادپرداز&nbsp;به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی در سطوح مختلف پرداخته ایم. این بسته آموزشی که شامل بیش از&nbsp;۲۰۰۰&nbsp;کلمه&nbsp;پایه و اساسی زبان انگلیسی است در قالب ۸۰ درس است، از کتاب&nbsp;Oxford Word Skills&nbsp;سطح میانی Intermediate&nbsp;اقتباس شده است.&nbsp;

سامانه یادپرداز&nbsp;به شما کمک می کند تمامی کلمات را با نرم افزاری مفید و کاربردی یاد بگیرید. علاوه بر بخش آموزش در سامانه یادپرداز، در بخش بازی و یادگیری شما با بازی کردن کلمات را یاد می گیرید و از یادگیری خود لذت می برید. همچنین&nbsp;بخش جعبه لایتنر این سامانه&nbsp;کمک می کند تا کلمات در ذهن شما به خوبی نقش ببندد. سامانه شامل بازی های متنوع برای یادگیری بهتر کلمات هست.

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در عصر ارتباطات و تکنولوژی هر کسی به نحوی درتلاش است تا مهارت&zwnj;های زبانی خود را تقویت کند و بتواند با ملل مختلف ارتباط برقرار کند.

امروزه دانستن یک زبان بین&zwnj;المللی، یک گزینه نیست، بلکه یک ضرورت است و هر فردی به دنبال سریع&zwnj;ترین و کاربردی&zwnj;ترین راه برای فراگیری زبان است.

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در&nbsp;یادگیری زبان، بحث چهار مهارت اصلی به میان می&zwnj;آید که گام اول برای تولید هر ساختار زبانی، دانستن تعدادی لغت است. هرقدر این دایره واژگان گسترده&zwnj;تر شود، این امکان ساده&zwnj;تر و تاثیرگذارتر می&zwnj;شود. بنابراین اولین قدم در یادگیری زبان، فراگیری واژگان پرکاربرد و ضروری است.

دانش لغوی بسیار ارزشمند و مفید است و هرقدر سطح این دانش گسترده تر باشد، به برقراری ارتباط ساده&zwnj;تر و مفیدتر کمک می&zwnj;کند و همچنین درک گسترده&zwnj;ای از زبان به فرد می&zwnj;دهد.

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شما با یادپرداز در دوره&nbsp;Intermediate&nbsp;برای آزمون&zwnj;های بین&zwnj;المللی زبان انگلیسی آماده خواهید شد. همچنین با شرکت در این دوره شاهد میزان پیشرفت خود و تعداد کلماتی که به خوبی یاد گرفته اید خواهید بود.&nbsp;

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اصلی&zwnj;ترین هدف این سامانه یادپرداز، یادگیری&nbsp;لغات پرتکرار و با اهمیت زبان انگلیسی با استفاده از سیستم هوشمندی است که شما با بازی کلمات را یاد بگیرید و از یادگیری لذت ببرید. در سامانه طراحی شده، سیستم برای شما کلمات را متناسب با سطح خودتان و کلماتی که یاد گرفته اید تکرار می کند.

 
 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت&nbsp;دوره های آموزشی&nbsp;از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

امروزه دانستن یک زبان بین&zwnj;المللی، یک گزینه نیست، بلکه یک ضرورت است و هر فردی به دنبال سریع&zwnj;ترین و کاربردی&zwnj;ترین راه برای فراگیری زبان است. در عصر ارتباطات و تکنولوژی هر کسی به نحوی درتلاش است تا مهارت&zwnj;های زبانی خود را تقویت کند و بتواند با ملل مختلف ارتباط برقرار کند.

ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی در سطوح مختلف پرداخته ایم. این بسته آموزشی که شامل بیش از ۲۰۰۰&nbsp;کلمه پایه و اساسی زبان انگلیسی است، از کتاب&nbsp;Oxford Word Skills&nbsp;سطح مقدماتی Basic اقتباس شده است.&nbsp;

سامانه یادپرداز به شما کمک می کند تمامی کلمات را با نرم افزاری مفید و کاربردی یاد بگیرید. علاوه بر بخش آموزش در سامانه یادپرداز، در بخش بازی و یادگیری شما با بازی کردن کلمات را یاد می گیرید و از یادگیری خود لذت می برید. همچنین&nbsp;بخش جعبه لایتنر این سامانه&nbsp;کمک می کند تا کلمات در ذهن شما به خوبی نقش ببندد.

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چرا مجموعه آکسفورد ورد اسکیلز؟

همه ما می&zwnj;دانیم که منابع متعددی برای&nbsp;یادگیری زبان انگلیسی&nbsp;وجود دارد. اما کدام یک می&zwnj;تواند به ما کمک کند؟ یکی از چالش&zwnj;های زبان&zwnj;آموزان در مکالمه این است که هنگام صحبت درباره موضوع خاصی، با کمبود واژگان درباره آن موضوع می&zwnj;شوند.

این مجموعه سه سطح&nbsp;Basic،&nbsp;Intermediate&nbsp;و&nbsp;Advanced&nbsp;دارد و هر نسخه شامل 80 درس است.&nbsp;سطح Basic مناسب زبان&zwnj;آموزان سطح مبتدی و پایین&zwnj;تر از متوسط یا همان A1 و A2 است و واژگان آن در مورد موضوعات مقدماتی و پایه زبان انگلیسی است.&nbsp;به طور مثال شامل زندگی روزمره انسان&zwnj;ها، رفت&zwnj; و آمد، غذا و نوشیدنی، تعطیلات، علاقه&zwnj;مندی&zwnj;ها، اماکن تفریحی و گردشی، کار و تحصیل، ارتباط با دیگران و زبان است.

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<h3 dir="rtl">چرا مطالعه لغت از ملزومات اصلی یادگیری زبان است؟</h3>

در&nbsp;یادگیری زبان، بحث چهار مهارت اصلی به میان می&zwnj;آید که گام اول برای تولید هر ساختار زبانی، دانستن تعدادی لغت است. هرقدر این دایره واژگان گسترده&zwnj;تر شود، این امکان ساده&zwnj;تر و تاثیرگذارتر می&zwnj;شود. بنابراین اولین قدم در یادگیری زبان، فراگیری واژگان پرکاربرد و ضروری است.

دانش لغوی بسیار ارزشمند و مفید است و هرقدر سطح این دانش گسترده تر باشد، به برقراری ارتباط ساده&zwnj;تر و مفیدتر کمک می&zwnj;کند و همچنین درک گسترده&zwnj;ای از زبان به فرد می&zwnj;دهد.

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اصلی&zwnj;ترین هدف این سامانه یادپرداز، یادگیری&nbsp;لغات پرتکرار و با اهمیت زبان انگلیسی با استفاده از سیستم هوشمندی است که شما با بازی کلمات را یاد بگیرید و از یادگیری لذت ببرید. در سامانه طراحی شده، سیستم برای شما کلمات را متناسب با سطح خودتان و کلماتی که یاد گرفته اید تکرار می کند.

 
 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت&nbsp;دوره های آموزشی&nbsp;از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

یادگیری لغات انگلیسی و استفاده درست از آن&zwnj;ها، یکی از روش&zwnj;های مهم در بهبود مهارت&zwnj;های زبان انگلیسی است و این امر معمولاً به صورت تدریجی و پیوسته میسر خواهد شد. اما افرادی که زبان جدیدی را یاد می&zwnj;گیرند، به مدت زمان کوتاه&zwnj;تری نیاز دارند تا دایره واژگان خود را بهبود بخشند. در رابطه با متقاضیان آزمون&zwnj;های بین&zwnj;المللی نظیر آیلتس و تافل، این بازه زمانی به&zwnj;مراتب کوتاه&zwnj;تر خواهد بود. بنابراین، باید اصول و تکنیک&zwnj;های لازم برای دستیابی به این مهارت، به درستی آموزش داده شود. به همین دلیل، یافتن بهترین منابع لغت آیلتس یا تافل، همواره برای افراد چالش&zwnj;های زیادی به همراه دارد.

<h2 dir="rtl">مشکلات حفظ لغت انگلیسی</h2>

گسترش دایره واژگان مورد استفاده در زبان مادری هم کار آسانی نیست چه برسد به&nbsp;لغات مهم آیلتس! همه ما تعداد محدودی کلمه بلدیم و برایمان راحتتر است که از همان&zwnj;ها در مکالمات خود استفاده کنیم. اما برای کسب نمره بهتر در یکی از مهم&zwnj;ترین آزمون&zwnj;های زندگیمان چاره&zwnj;ای جز این نداریم. پس از همین امروز شروع کنید؛ چرا که کار نیکو کردن از پر کردن است! این کار جز با مطالعه و تمرین مداوم میسر نمی&zwnj;شود.

<h2 dir="rtl">بهترین روش برای حفظ کلمه انگلیسی</h2>

تکنیک&zwnj;های مختلفی برای حفظ لغات انگلیسی وجود دارد، اما یکی از بهترین روش&zwnj;ها، استفاده از لایتنر و فلش کارت است. به این صورت که لیست لغات را در روز اول بخوانید. روزهای دوم و سوم، این کار را دوباره انجام دهید، و در عین حال، لغات حفظ نشده را جدا سازی کنید.فراموش نکنید که تکرار کلمات در سه روز متوالی بسیار مهم است، چرا که اگر این کار را نکنید، کلمات از ذهن شما خارج می&zwnj;شوند. تکرار، رمز موفقیت برای تسلط بیشتر روی کلمات است.

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ما در سامانه یاد پرداز،&nbsp;آموزش کلمات آیلتس IELTS را با سیستم هوشمند تدارک دیده ایم به نحوی که تمامی کلمات به صورت فلش کارت و دوره ای به شما آموزش داده می شود و شما با انجام یک سری بازی کلملت را به خاطر می سپارید. سیستم فرایند یادگیری شما در ضبط می کند و در مرحله بعدی متناسب با سطح خودتان کلمات بعدی را آموزش می دهد و این کار تکرار می شود تا کلمات را کامل یاد بگیرید.

 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

کتاب&nbsp;1100 واژه که باید بدانید&nbsp;نوشتۀ&nbsp;ماری برامبرگ&nbsp;و&nbsp;ملوین گوردون، یکی از شناخته شده&zwnj;ترین کتاب&zwnj;ها برای تقویت دایره&zwnj;ی لغات زبان انگلیسی به شمار می&zwnj;رود. ویژگی شاخص این کتاب، دسته&zwnj;بندی لغات به صورت هفتگی و روزانه است.

کتاب 1100 واژه که باید بدانید (1100Words You Need To Know) را به جرات می&zwnj;توان پس از 504 واژه&zwnj;ی ضروری پرمخاطب&zwnj;ترین کتاب در حوزه&zwnj;ی واژگان ضروری زبان انگلیسی برشمرد. این کتاب منبع بسیاری از آزمون&zwnj;های بین&zwnj;المللی همچون تافل، آیلتس، GRE، CAE و... است.&nbsp;

در سامانه یادپرداز ما به شما کمک می کنیم این واژه ها را با بازی و سیستم آموزشی مناسب یاد بگیرید.

اصلی&zwnj;ترین هدف این دوره یادگیری ۱۱۰۰ واژه ی&nbsp;با اهمیت زبان انگلیسی با استفاده از سیستم هوشمندی است که شما با بازی کلمات را یاد بگیرید و از یادگیری لذت ببرید. در سامانه طراحی شده، سیستم برای شما کلمات را در محیط جذاب نمایش داده و کلمات متناسب با سطح خودتان و میزان یادگیریتان تکرار می شود.

زمان آموزش این مجموعه به 46 هفته تقسیم شده است و در هر هفته چهار روز برای یادگیری و آموزش بیست لغت در نظر گرفته شده است.

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

504 واژه ضروری زبان انگلیسی یکی از بهترین مراجع یادگیری لغات پرتکرار زبان است. یادگیری لغت یکی از مهمترین مهارت های مورد نیاز برای فراگیری هر زبانی است. لغت ابزار اصلی برای زبان آموزان است تا از انگلیسی به طور موثرتری استفاده کنند.&nbsp;با توجه به حجم زیاد کتاب ۵۰۴، افراد کمی موفق می&zwnj;شوند تا انتها این کتاب را مطالعه کنند. اکثر افراد بعد از مطالعه چند درس اول، خواندن کتاب را رها می&zwnj;کنند و موفق به تمام کردن کتاب نخواهند شد.&nbsp;

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اصلی&zwnj;ترین هدف این دوره یادگیری ۵۰۴ لغت پرتکرار و با اهمیت زبان انگلیسی با استفاده از سیستم هوشمندی است که شما با بازی کلمات را یاد بگیرید و از یادگیری لذت ببرید. در سامانه طراحی شده، سیستم برای شما کلمات را متناسب با سطح خودتان و کلماتی که یاد گرفته اید تکرار می کند.

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شما در دوره&nbsp;لغات 504&nbsp;برای آزمون&zwnj;های بین&zwnj;المللی زبان انگلیسی آماده خواهید شد. همچنین با شرکت در این دوره شاهد میزان پیشرفت خود و تعداد کلماتی که به خوبی یاد گرفته اید خواهید بود.&nbsp;

 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

قید یکی از پرکاربرد ترین اجزای کلام در زبان انگلیسی و سایر زبان ها می&zwnj;باشد. در هر زبانی انواع مختلفی از قید ها وجود دارند؛ مهم ترین قید ها عبارتند از قید تکرار، قید حالت، قید مکان، قید زمان و &hellip; .

ما در یادپرداز ۱۱۳ قید پرکاربرد انگلیسی را برای شما عزیزان&nbsp; آماده کرده ایم.&nbsp;در یادپرداز کاربر&nbsp;بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته به او گزارش داده می شود. همچنین کاربر می تواند در گروه های مختلف عضو شود و با سایر کاربران به مسابقه بپردازد.

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

قید های مهم

در امتحان IELTS یا TOEFL بخش مشخصی برای محک زدن لغات و واژگان وجود ندارد؛ ولی در واقع لغات در تمامی بخش&zwnj;های این امتحان مورد ارزیابی قرار می&zwnj;گیرند. در بخش شنیداری، نوشتاری، بخش مکالمه و خوانش و درک مطلب، شما باید&nbsp;لغات ضروری تافل&nbsp;و طرز صحیح تلفظ و نوشتار آن&zwnj;ها را به خوبی بلد باشید و&nbsp;با تکرار لغات در فواصل دوره&zwnj;ای مختلف، کلمات را به&nbsp;حافظه دراز مدت&nbsp;خودتان ببرید.

تکنیک&zwnj;های مختلفی برای حفظ لغات انگلیسی وجود دارد، اما یکی از بهترین روش&zwnj;ها، استفاده از لایتنر و فلش کارت است. به این صورت که لیست لغات را در روز اول بخوانید. روزهای دوم و سوم، این کار را دوباره انجام دهید، و در عین حال، لغات حفظ نشده را جدا سازی کنید.فراموش نکنید که تکرار کلمات در سه روز متوالی بسیار مهم است، چرا که اگر این کار را نکنید، کلمات از ذهن شما خارج می&zwnj;شوند. تکرار، رمز موفقیت برای تسلط بیشتر روی کلمات است.

 
ما در سامانه یاد پرداز،&nbsp;آموزش کلمات&nbsp;تافل TOEFL را با سیستم هوشمند تدارک دیده ایم به نحوی که تمامی کلمات به صورت فلش کارت و دوره ای به شما آموزش داده می شود و شما با انجام یک سری بازی کلملت را به خاطر می سپارید. سیستم فرایند یادگیری شما در ضبط می کند و در مرحله بعدی متناسب با سطح خودتان کلمات بعدی را آموزش می دهد و این کار تکرار می شود تا کلمات را کامل یاد بگیرید.

 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

یادگیری لغات انگلیسی و استفاده درست از آن&zwnj;ها، یکی از روش&zwnj;های مهم در بهبود مهارت&zwnj;های زبان انگلیسی است و این امر معمولاً به صورت تدریجی و پیوسته میسر خواهد شد. اما افرادی که زبان جدیدی را یاد می&zwnj;گیرند، به مدت زمان کوتاه&zwnj;تری نیاز دارند تا دایره واژگان خود را بهبود بخشند. بنابراین، باید اصول و تکنیک&zwnj;های لازم برای دستیابی به این مهارت، به درستی آموزش داده شود.

<h2 dir="rtl">مشکلات حفظ لغت انگلیسی</h2>

گسترش دایره واژگان مورد استفاده در زبان مادری هم کار آسانی نیست چه برسد به&nbsp;لغات مهم و پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی! همه ما تعداد محدودی کلمه بلدیم و برایمان راحتتر است که از همان&zwnj;ها در مکالمات خود استفاده کنیم. اما برای کسب نمره بهتر در یکی از مهم&zwnj;ترین آزمون&zwnj;های زندگیمان چاره&zwnj;ای جز این نداریم. پس از همین امروز شروع کنید؛ چرا که کار نیکو کردن از پر کردن است! این کار جز با مطالعه و تمرین مداوم میسر نمی&zwnj;شود.

<h2 dir="rtl">بهترین روش برای حفظ کلمه انگلیسی</h2>

تکنیک&zwnj;های مختلفی برای حفظ لغات انگلیسی وجود دارد، اما یکی از بهترین روش&zwnj;ها، استفاده از لایتنر و فلش کارت است. به این صورت که لیست لغات را در روز اول بخوانید. روزهای دوم و سوم، این کار را دوباره انجام دهید، و در عین حال، لغات حفظ نشده را جدا سازی کنید.فراموش نکنید که تکرار کلمات در سه روز متوالی بسیار مهم است، چرا که اگر این کار را نکنید، کلمات از ذهن شما خارج می&zwnj;شوند. تکرار، رمز موفقیت برای تسلط بیشتر روی کلمات است.

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ما در سامانه یاد پرداز،&nbsp;آموزش کلمات پر کاربرد زبان انگلیسی را با سیستم هوشمند تدارک دیده ایم به نحوی که تمامی کلمات به صورت فلش کارت و دوره ای به شما آموزش داده می شود و شما با انجام یک سری بازی کلملت را به خاطر می سپارید. سیستم فرایند یادگیری شما در ضبط می کند و در مرحله بعدی متناسب با سطح خودتان کلمات بعدی را آموزش می دهد و این کار تکرار می شود تا کلمات را کامل یاد بگیرید.

 
سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

آموزش کلمات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی A-Z

همه ما راجع به اهمیت یادگیری یک زبان خارجی و بخصوص انگلیسی&nbsp;شنیده ایم؛&nbsp;یکی از فاکتورهای بسیار مهم در انگیزش افراد در یادگیری یک زبان جدید، تسلط و یادگیری لغات جدید و استفاده از آنهاست.افرادی که دو زبان بلد هستند، دیرتر به اختلالات فراموشی دچار می&zwnj;شوند. اما می&zwnj;دانستید که یادگیری زبان دوم باعث می&zwnj;شود هر دو بخش چپ و راست مغز باهم درگیر یادگیری شوند؟

از کجا شروع کنیم؟

اولویت&zwnj;بندی مطالب برای آموزش زبان انگلیسی بسیار مهم است. از پایه ای ترین لغات شروع می کنیم :&nbsp;

رنگ&zwnj;ها

اعداد

اعضای بدن

میوه&zwnj;ها

غذاها

اسم حیوانات

پرندگان

پوشاک

مشاغل

آب و هوا

و&hellip;.

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یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در افراد گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;

ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی در سطوح مختلف پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی که شامل بیش از ۵۰۰ کلمه پایه و اساسی زبان است، فرد با دیدن کلمه و تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد بگیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر فرد این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن او نقش ببندد.

افراد بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت فرد و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و آنها از میزان پیشرفتشان با خبرند. در گروه های مختلف عضو می شوند و با سایر کاربران به مسابقه می پردازند.

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

دوران کودکی از سنین طلایی یادگیری زبان انگلیسی است. فراگیری زبان انگیسی در سنین کودکی باعث می&zwnj;شود توانایی حل مسأله و تفکر در کودک به وجود آید.&nbsp;همچنین باعث افزایش اعتماد به نفس در آن&zwnj;ها شده و مهارت&zwnj;های ارتباطی&zwnj;شان را افزایش می&zwnj;دهد.

مهم نیست کودک از چه سنی شروع به یادگیری زبان جدید می&zwnj;کند، برای صحبت نیاز به دانستن کلمات بیشتر دارد و پیوسته باید این مهارت را جدی بگیرد.یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در کودکان گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;

ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی با هوش مصنوعی به کودکان پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی حتی اگر کودک توانایی خواندن ندارد می تواند با دیدن تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد بگیرد.

کودک بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;

این یعنی&nbsp;بازی&zwnj;وارسازی یعنی استفاده از عناصر بازی در آموزش تا آن&zwnj;ها لذت بخش&zwnj;تر و پربازده&zwnj;تر شوند.&nbsp;

سیستم بر اساس هوش مصنوعی خود و بررسی توانایی هر کودک، کلمات را در هر مرحله تکرار می کند تا در چندین مرحله تکرار، کودک کلمه را کامل یاد بگیرد. میزان پیشرفت کودک و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و والدین در قسمت گزارشات سیستم از میزان پیشرفت عزیزانشان با خبرند و متوجه می شوند کودک دلبندشان چه کلماتی را کامل بلد هستند و چه کلماتی باید بیشتر تکرار شوند.

کلمات این دوره شامل بیش از ۳۰۰ کلمه پر کاربرد با بخش بندی های زیر است:

<ol dir="rtl" style="margin-right:40px">
	<li>حیوانات اهلی</li>
	<li>حیوانات وحشی</li>
	<li>پرندگان</li>
	<li>میوه ها</li>
	<li>خوراکی ها</li>
	<li>سبزیجات</li>
	<li>حشرات</li>
	<li>پوشاک</li>
	<li>اعضای بدن</li>
	<li>اعداد</li>
	<li>اشیاء&nbsp;</li>
	<li>رنگ ها</li>
	<li>وسایل نقلیه</li>
	<li>مشاغل</li>
	<li>اشکال هندسی</li>
	<li>حروف اضافه مکان</li>
	<li>آب و هوا</li>
	<li>فصل ها</li>
	<li>مکان ها</li>
	<li>مغزیجات</li>
</ol>

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در کودکان گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;

دوره حاضر شامل کلمات متناسب با کتاب پر فروش Pockets 3 می باشد. کلمات درس به درس جدا شده و همراه آموزش کتاب می توان از بازی طراحی شده با کلمات این کتاب، در سامانه یادپرداز بهره برد.

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این دوره شامل ۹ درس بوده که&nbsp;عبارتند از:

<ul>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون مردم در مدرسه؛ people at school</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون من سالم هستم؛ I am healthy</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون ساختن اسباب بازی؛ making toys</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون جامعه ی ما؛ our community</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون بیا بریم مزرعه؛ Let&rsquo;s go to the farm</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون مردم چی می پوشند؛ what people wear</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون در رستوران؛ At the restaurant</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون رفتن به گردش؛ going camping&nbsp;</li>
</ul>

&nbsp;

ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی به کودکان پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی کودک با دیدن کلمه و تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد بگیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر کودک این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن کودک نقش ببندد.

کودک بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت کودک و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و والدین از میزان پیشرفت عزیزانشان با خبرند.

در کنار آموزش کلمات، ویدئوهای آموزشی براساس تصاویر کتاب مرجع نیز آماده شده که به کودک در فرایند یادگیری کمک کند. همچنین فیلم های آموزشی متنوع به عنوان زنگ تفریح در دسترس کودکان می باشد.

&nbsp;

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

Pockets3

یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در کودکان گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;اگر میخواهید کودک شما به راحتی و با لذت انگلیسی را شروع کند و از آن خاطره بسیار شیرینی داشته باشد، بهترین گزینه، کتاب Pockets 2 است.

دوره حاضر شامل کلمات متناسب با کتاب پر فروش Pockets 2 می باشد. کلمات درس به درس جدا شده و همراه آموزش کتاب می توان از بازی طراحی شده با کلمات این کتاب، در سامانه یادپرداز بهره برد.

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&nbsp;لازم به ذکر است که به موضوعات جذاب این کتاب می توان به موارد زیر اشاره کرد:

موضوعاتی درباره ی مدرسه و مسائل مربوط به آن 
موضوعاتی درباره ی حواس پنج گانه 
موضوعاتی درباره ی نمایشگاه&nbsp; 
موضوعاتی درباره افرادی که می شناسیم 
موضوعاتی درباره ی حیوانات باغ وحش 
موضوعاتی درباره ی لباس های گوناگون 
موضوعاتی درباره ی غذاهایی که دوست داریم 
موضوعاتی درباره ی همسایگی ما 
موضوعاتی درباره ی آسمان

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ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی به کودکان پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی کودک با دیدن کلمه و تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد بگیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر کودک این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن کودک نقش ببندد.

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کودک بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت کودک و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و والدین از میزان پیشرفت عزیزانشان با خبرند.

در کنار آموزش کلمات، ویدئوهای آموزشی براساس تصاویر کتاب مرجع نیز آماده شده که به کودک در فرایند یادگیری کمک کند. همچنین فیلم های آموزشی متنوع به عنوان زنگ تفریح در دسترس کودکان می باشد.

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سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

Pockets2

یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در کودکان گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;مجموعه کامل Pockets به عنوان یکی از جذاب ترین و مهیج ترین منابع آموزشی زبان انگلیسی مناسب برای کودکان است. مجموعه Pockets دارای چهار سطح می باشد.

دوره حاضر شامل کلمات متناسب با کتاب پر فروش Pockets 1 می باشد. کلمات درس به درس جدا شده و همراه آموزش کتاب می توان از بازی طراحی شده با کلمات این کتاب، در سامانه یادپرداز بهره برد.

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این دوره شامل 9 درس است که عبارتند از:&nbsp;

<ul>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون my classroom؛ کلاس من&nbsp;</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون my body؛ بدن من&nbsp;</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون my toys؛ اسباب بازی های من</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون my family؛ خانواده ی من</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون our pets؛ حیوانات خانگی ما</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون my clothes؛ لباس های من&nbsp;</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون party food؛ غذاهای مهمانی</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون around my home؛ اطراف خانه ی من</li>
	<li dir="rtl" style="text-align:right">موضوعات پیرامون nature around us؛ اطراف طبیعت ما</li>
</ul>

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ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی به کودکان پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی کودک با دیدن کلمه و تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد بگیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر کودک این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن کودک نقش ببندد.

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کودک بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت کودک و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و والدین از میزان پیشرفت عزیزانشان با خبرند.

در کنار آموزش کلمات، ویدئوهای آموزشی براساس تصاویر کتاب مرجع نیز آماده شده که به کودک در فرایند یادگیری کمک کند. همچنین فیلم های آموزشی متنوع به عنوان زنگ تفریح در دسترس کودکان می باشد.

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سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

یکی از&nbsp;روش&zwnj;های تقویت دامنه لغت انگلیسی در کودکان گوش دادن و پیدا کردن تصاویر مرتبط با کلمات است و این مهم می بایست پیوسته تکرار و تکرار شود.&nbsp;

دوره حاضر شامل کلمات متناسب با کتاب پر فروش Little Pockets می باشد. کلمات درس به درس جدا شده و همراه آموزش کتاب می توان از بازی طراحی شده با کلمات این کتاب، در سامانه یادپرداز بهره برد.

کتاب Little Pockets اولین سطح از ویرایش دوم مجموعه Pockets می باشد که برای آموزش زبان انگلیسی به کودکان منتشر شده است. ویرایش دوم سری پاکت دارای ۴ سطح می باشد. کتاب لیتل پاکت سطح اول این مجموعه به علت داشتن تصاویر جذاب و تمرین های کاربردی و سرگرم کننده می تواند مانند یک کلاس درس موثر باشد، این تصاویر هر آنچه که کودکان درباره محیط اطراف و زندگی روزمره خود نیاز دارند بدانند را برای آنها معرفی کرده و به بهترین شکل ممکن آنها را به صورت سرگرم کننده ای ترسیم و طراحی کرده است تا آنها با این موارد ترسیم شده و رنگ آمیزی شده بتوانند محیط اطراف و اشیا را به خوبی بشناسند، همچنین زبان آموزان کودک توانسته اند بیشترین و رضایت بخش ترین نتایج را از کتاب لیتل پاکت برای شروع زبان انگلیسی بگیرند.

ما در یادپرداز به آموزش لغات پرکاربرد زبان انگلیسی به کودکان پرداخته ایم. در این بسته آموزشی کودک با دیدن کلمه و تصویر کلمه و شنیدن نحوه تلفظ آن، کلمه را با بازی یاد می گیرد و متناسب با سطح توانایی واستعداد هر کودک این فرایند تکرار می شود تا کلمه به خوبی در ذهن کودک نقش ببندد.

بخش های آموزشی این دوره شامل کلمات درس ها با عناوین زیر می باشد:

درس ۱- Toys

درس ۲- School

درس ۳- Family

درس ۴- Clothes

درس ۵- Food

درس ۶- Pets

درس ۷- Farm

درس ۸- Zoo

کودک بازی می کند، امتیاز میگیرد و کلمه را یاد میگیرد.&nbsp;میزان پیشرفت کودک و تعداد کلماتی که یاد گرفته گزارش داده می شود و والدین از میزان پیشرفت عزیزانشان با گزارش های متعدد با خبرند و متوجه می شوند کودکانشان نیاز به تمرین بیشتر برای چه کلماتی دارند.

در کنار آموزش کلمات، ویدئوهای آموزشی براساس تصاویر کتاب مرجع نیز آماده شده که به کودک در فرایند یادگیری کمک کند. همچنین فیلم های آموزشی متنوع به عنوان زنگ تفریح در دسترس کودکان می باشد.

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سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت دوره های آموزشی از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود استفاده کنید. مطمئن هستیم از روند آموزشی این سامانه بهره لازم راخواهید برد.

Little Pockets

دانشگاه دنیای علم است و در دنیای علم به طور گسترده از اصطلاحات و لغات انگلیسی استفاده می شود و همواره لغات جدیدی نیز وارد فرهنگ لغات علمی می شوند. بنابراین برای درک درست آنها دانستن این اصطلاحات دانشگاهی در وهله ی اول الزامی است.

در سامانه یادپرداز ما به معرفی لغات و و عبارات مربوط به دانشگاه می پردازیم و با سیستم هوشمند آنها را به شما یاد می دهیم. این واژگان و اصطلاحات جزو کاربردی ترین ها هستند و بسیار به کارتان می آیند، پس با ما همراه باشید و با بازی این لغات را فرا بگیرید.

سامانه ی طراحی شده کاملا تحت وب است و نیازی به نصب روی سیستم خود ندارید و در هر کجا با هر سیستم و هر گوشی می توانید به حساب کاربری خود وارد شوید و در قسمت&nbsp;دوره های آموزشی&nbsp;از امکانات دوره ی خریداری شده خود بهره ببرید.

حفظ سریع و راحت کلمات زبان انگلیسی با داستان های جذاب

کلمات زبان انگلیسی را بسیار سریع تر، هوشمندانه تر و راحت تر یاد بگیریم.

همین حالا در سایت ثبت نام کن و با داستان های جذاب و یا دوره های هوشمند ، زبان یاد بگیر.

دوره های پیشنهادی

سامانه هوشمند یادپرداز

آیا می خواهید تعداد کلماتی که از زبان انگلیسی بلد هستید و دایره لغاتتون رو افزایش بدید؟

اگر حفظ کردن کلمات برای شما سخته! همین حالا اولین قدم رو بردار و در سامانه یادپرداز ثبت نام کن.

راهنمای استفاده از سامانه

سامانه آموزشی یادپرداز

بخش داستان های جذاب

در این سامانه یادگیری کلمات در دل داستان های جذاب و همچنین تقویت لیسنینگ در محیطی جذاب صورت می پذیرد.

بخش بازی و یادگیری

سامانه با استفاده از هوش مصنوعی برای هر کاربر کلمات را متناسب با سطح خود کاربر، دسته بندی می کند و تا زمانی که کاربر کلمه را کامل یاد بگیرید همراه اوست.

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