لنتعاون لحل Reading Circle

[عبدالرحمن - 12]

شباب اللي عنده القصه حق ليفل ثري ياليت يسدحها او يسدح لنا رابط لها

[شبآصصة]

ايش ذا مؤ فاهمه القصة oO

[Ψ BlackBerry Ψ]

يَ جماعه انا كلمت بنت خالتي مدرسة انقلش و اعطيتها القصه عشان تفهمني هي
لان القصه حالة امها حاله و ماهي مفهومه
و بعد ما حكتني القصه عرفت اني كنت في عالم ثاني
المهم
القصه عشان توضح لكم و تعرفون وش تقولون


هي حرمه بعد ماتزوجت صارت حياتها واقعيه جدآ ماتفكر بالماضي ولا احلامها اللي كانت ترسمها قبل الزواج
كمان هي عندها ميزة حسن التصرف بالمال
لأنها اول ماربحت المبلغ فكرت كثيير وين تصرفه ومن الافكار
كانت تبغى تشتري لاطفالها ملابس وجوارب و و و. الخ
لأن كان نفسها تشوفهم بشكل افضل وحلو
جا الليل والاخت باقي تفكر
بعدها راحت السوق تقضت
اشترت جوارب وقلفز وبوتس
بس كل شي اشترته كان لها هي
كانت تبغي ترجع الايام الماضيه اللي كانت عايشه فيها وتحس بإستقلاليه
هي كانت تبغى تشتري لعيالها و كذا بس لما راحت السوق تغير تفكيرها و حنت للماضي >> حريم
وراحت المطعم
وبعدها المسرح
وحضرت مسرحيه
وطلعت وركبت التليفريك وكأنها بحلم
وكان في التليفريك
رجال من وصفها له
كان بنظرها كأنه ساحر
فكل شي كانت تتمناه وقتها
ان سواق هالعربه يمشي ومايوقف ابد
عموما هذا مجمل القصه ..

..
يلا الحين ابدأو اشتغلو على هذا الاساس ..



* اللي كان فاهم حاجه ثانيه تماما .. لايك

[Koke-07]

^^^
بعطيك بيق لآيـــك ~, >> لكن خليها تترجم قصتنا ~
قصتنا عن إمبراطورغبي ومجنون في الملابس ونصبوا عليه شخصين ومدري ايش’’ وآخرت القصة طلاسممم !!
http://www.kau-eli.com/
توي جالس انتقد هالموضوع وازيد أرجع له ~,, الله يهديكم تكاسلت :(
بالتوفيق

[دلوعه جد]

دا مقطع عن القصه

[الهواء الغربي]

حل وظيفة Word Master لقصة The emperor New Suit
الكلمة swindler معناها a person who cheats السبب important to know the meaning the story
الكلمة woven معناها a cloth formed by weaving السبب repeated often
الكلمة anxious معناها full of mental distress because of fear of danger السبب new word
الكلمة exceedingly معناها to an unusual degree السبب easy word
الكلمة innocent معناها free from moral wrong السبب good word
الكلمة approval معناها formal permission السبب new word
اذا اصبت فمن الله وان اخطأت فمني والشيطان
دمتم في رعاية الله

[انسانه اكثر]

من جدككككم انتوا مافي احد بينزل ع الأقل نفس القصه لأني ماشتريت الورقه وبكره علي وانا السمارايزر بليز او ع الأقل صوروها واسدحوها بس تكون واضحه الله يخليكم انا ع الله ثم عليكم :(

[الهواء الغربي]

A Pair of Silk Stockings
Missus Somers one day found herself the unexpected owner of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large amount of money. The way it filled up her worn purse gave her a feeling of importance that she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one she considered carefully. She did not wish to act quickly and do anything she might regret. During the quiet hours of the night, she remained awake considering ideas.
A dollar or two could be added to the price she usually paid for her daughter Janie's shoes. This would guarantee they would last a great deal longer than usual. She would buy pants and cloth for new shirts for the boys. And still there would be enough left for new stockings — two pairs per child. What time that would save her in always repairing old stockings! The idea of her little family looking fresh and new for once in their lives made her restless with excitement. The neighbors sometimes talked of the "better days" that Missus Somers had known. She herself never looked back to her younger days. She had no time to think about the past. The needs of the present took all her energy.
Missus Somers knew the value of finding things for sale at reduced prices. She could stand for hours making her way little by little toward the desired object that was selling below cost.
But that day she was tired and a little bit weak. She had eaten a light meal—no! Between getting the children fed and the house cleaned, and preparing to go shopping, she had forgotten to eat at all! When she arrived at the large department store, she sat in front of an empty counter. She rested her hand upon the counter. She wore no gloves. She slowly grew aware that her hand had felt something very pleasant to touch. She looked down to see that her hand lay upon a pile of silk stockings. A sign nearby announced that they had been reduced in price. A young girl who stood behind the counter asked her if she wished to examine the silky leg coverings.
She smiled as if she had been asked to inspect diamond jewelry with the aim of buying it. But she went on feeling the soft, costly items. Now she used both hands, holding the stockings up to see the light shine through them. Two red marks suddenly showed on her pale face. There were a great number of stockings in her size. Missus Somers chose a black pair and looked at them closely.
"A dollar and ninety-eight cents," the young shop girl said aloud. She answered her back, "Well, I will buy this pair." She handed the girl a five dollar bill and waited for her change and the wrapped box with the stockings. What a very small box it was! It seemed lost in her worn old shopping bag.
Missus Somers then took the elevator which carried her to an upper floor into the ladies' rest area. In an empty corner, she replaced her cotton stockings for the new silk ones. For the first time she seemed to be taking a rest from the tiring act of thought and responsibility. Then she put her shoes back on and put her old stockings into her bag.
Next, she went to the shoe department, sat down and waited to be fitted. The young shoe salesman was unable to guess about her background. He could not resolve her worn, old shoes with her beautiful, new stockings. She tried on a pair of new boots. She held back her skirts and turned her feet one way and her head another way as she looked down at the shiny, pointed boots. Her foot and ankle looked very lovely. She told the young salesman that she wanted an excellent and stylish fit. She said she did not mind paying extra as long as she got what she desired.
After buying the new boots, she went to the glove department. It was a long time since Missus Somers had been fitted with gloves. When she had bought a pair they were always "bargains". Now she rested her arm on the counter where gloves were for sale. A young shop girl drew a soft, leather glove over Missus Somers's hand. She smoothed it down over the wrist and buttoned it neatly. Both women lost themselves for a second or two as they quietly praised the little gloved hand.
There were other places where money might be spent. A store down the street sold books and magazines. Missus Somers bought two costly magazines that she used to read back when she had been able to enjoy other pleasant things.
She lifted her skirts as she crossed the street. Her new stockings and boots and gloves had worked wonders for her appearance. They had given her a feeling of satisfaction, a sense of belonging to the well-dressed crowds.
She was very hungry. Another time she would have ignored the desire for food until reaching her own home. But the force that was guiding her would not permit her to act on such a thought. There was a restaurant at the corner. She had never entered its doors. She had sometimes looked through the windows. She had noted the white table cloths, shining glasses and waiters serving wealthy people. She seated herself at a small table. A waiter came at once to take her order. She ordered six oysters, something sweet, and a cup of coffee. While waiting to be served she removed her gloves very slowly and set them beside her. Then she picked up her magazine and looked through it.
It was all very agreeable. The table cloths were even more clean and white than they had seemed through the window. And the crystal drinking glasses shined even more brightly. There were ladies and gentlemen, who did not notice her, lunching at the small tables like her own. A pleasing piece of music could be heard, and a gentle wind was blowing through the window. She tasted a bite, and she read a word or two. She moved her toes around in the silk stockings. The price of it all made no difference. When she was finished, she counted the money out to the waiter and left an extra coin on his tray. He bowed to her as if she were a princess of royal blood.
There was still money in her purse, and her next gift to herself presented itself as a theater advertisement. When she entered the theater, the play had already begun. She sat between richly dressed women who were there to spend the day eating sweets and showing off their costly clothing.
It is safe to say there was no one there who had the same respect that Missus Somers did for her surroundings. She gathered in everything —stage and players and people -- in one wide sensation. She laughed and cried at the play. She even talked a little with the women. One woman wiped her eyes with a small square of lace and passed Missus Somers her box of candy. The play was over and the crowd flowed outside. It was like a dream ended. Missus Somers went to wait for the cable car. An elderly man with sharp eyes sat opposite her. It was hard for him to fully understand Missus Somers’s expression. In truth, the elderly man saw nothing – unless he was a magician. Then he would sense her heartbreaking wish that the cable car would never stop anywhere, but go on and on with her forever.

[الهواء الغربي]

هذي القصة يا اخت نسايم الايمان ؟

[نسائم الايمان]

الهواء الغربي
الورد ماستر اللي انت كاتبه عن قصة A Pair of Silk Stockings ؟؟!
عشان انا ورد ماستر