A Forgotten Day: Never Without You

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You Are Wherever

On that hot summer midday, Sergey was driving along a quiet highway at a great rate; the sunlight was warming his cheeks, and thinking of Gloria was speeding up his heartbeat per minute.

Gloria was wherever, in the passenger seat, by side of the highway, in the passing cars, in the middle of the highway.

Sergey felt a knot in his throat, he really loved Gloria very much, and he couldn't picture to miss her, the car sped over the highway, Gloria's blurred pictures were crossing fast.

Sergey passed the exit and turned into the street that led to the glassy building. Then he looked at Google map; there was a department store nearby, in front of the store he stopped, and after shopping the biggest knife, he continued driving.

 

That tastes Mellow Melody

 

After a while, the glassy tower came into view. Sergey wondered, 'U mm, that looks delicious.'

The car drew up opposite the glamorous building, Sergey picked up the knife, got off hastily; the cool breeze blew the weeping willows lined near the building about.

Sergey stood around, and peered over at the tower, that was mellow melody.

The glassy glistened as a diamond of ring among the blocks. It was in the form of a dish of ice-cream; the bowl and pedestal were made up of thousands bits colored glass in blue, red, green and yellow. Sergey murmured, 'Google's color.'

A clear tall glassy elevator towered from foot to tip; No sign was on the tower; No one had been seen around.

Sergey stared at the knife with worry, took a deep breath, stepped towards the door.

The Green Blinker

 

He came into the building; in front of the entrance something amazing attracted his attention, a mysterious door with a pair of glasses printed on.

He felt his heart beating faster; so tentatively walked towards the door, then opened it fearfully, and went in.

There was chill and dark, and almost vacant as well. Sergey followed a line of green blinker lamps which were installed in the glassy floor of the room; the lights got to a stairway.

He wondered, 'Likely this is the underground staircase.' Carefully he went down the stairs, the bitter chill still felt, and the green blinkers in the floor guided him as well. Sergey stepped slowly in the underground, and noticed the narrow corridor  corridor led off a small door.

Silently he came near the door; after a deep breath, he drew his knife, and entered.

 

The room was filled with Gloria's sob

The man stood near the door of the cold dark room, and looked at the dark and puzzled shapes; Gloria was here, he could hear her crying.

He searched for Gloria with the eyes got used to the darkness and in slight light of Glass,until he saw something strange in the center, it seemed like a platform, and on it, 'Oh, No!'

Sergey began running to the platform, Gloria saw him too, and cried, 'Don't come here, Run away, Sergey!'

 

Without any attention to her saying, Sergey kept racing at a high speed, near the platform he jumped up, and came down beside Gloria.

 

Sergey stared at that drawn face and frightened eyes in a soft smile, but with Gloria's shriek faded his smile.

Gloria shouted, 'Run away, Sergey! the bomb's ticking!' Sergey's look froze on Gloria; she was sitting on a chair opposite a big birthday cake with some candles on it, and the sound of ticking ticking came from the cake.

Sergey looked carefully, Gloria was not free rather she was tied up to the chair with some wires.

While Gloria's tears were running down freely, she kept repeating in scare, 'Please, Run away sooner, it may explode!'

Sergey's eyes shifted from her sweetheart to the cake, then were fixed on Gloria, , while his tears were flowing down, he said in a broken voice, 'All the Better, I can't live without you, Glory'

Gloria sobbed, 'It's my fault, my fault, I'm sorry about that message, they obliged me, I didn't want this, Sergey.'

The room was filled with Gloria's sob.

Sergey's eyes narrowed; Gloria continued in embarrassment, 'This morning two big men attacked me, and blindfolded me, and brought me here, then made me write a note and a message; Sorry, I didn't want this.'

Gloria looked Sergey in the eyes, 'Happy Birthday, Sergey. Forgive me-' paused a moment, and while her lips were trembling, she continued, 'Please, leave me alone right away. Believe my true love, I love you from my heart and soul.'

A tender sight in her eyes made Sergey's heart melt, Sergey pulled out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped her teardrops, 'I never leave you alone, Glory. We will go out Together-- from here, so don't weep anymore!'

He turned his attention to the cake,  'Only three minutes have remained, what on earth I can do?'

All at once, his look slipped on the knife, and asked with astonishment, 'Why a big knife?'

Gloria replied, 'They said that If you can divide the cake into 41 equally parts, the bomb timer will stop.'

Sergey's face turned redder than tomato, he bit his lip in anger, 'Uh, You drive me crazy, Gloria, you should say it sooner.'

You & Glass

Gloria cried, 'I'm sorry, I was so frightened that I forgot. By using Glass you can divide the cake, can't you?'

Sergey narrowed his eyes, and whispered, 'maybe, I'll see if I can do it.'

The time flew, as a Surgeon Sergey stood in front of the cake, and tried to block all negative thoughts , and only concentrated on the candles.

There is nothing for it, Sergey must try it; he was good at calculation and Glass was also with him . So it shouldn't be very tricky to divide a cake.

 

Sergey took a deep breath, and tried as a cowboy to pull his gun, but he was so nervous that his hands were trembling, and his heart was pounding.

Gloria said in a strong voice, 'Keep Calm, Sergey, I believe you deeply. You are bright and brave. you can. Go for it.'

A cheery smile appeared on his face, 'don't worry Gloria, I save you.'

The Glass zoomed in the cake, the knife came down slowly on, and cut it carefully. the first cut was a good start. Sergey smiled.

The second cut, the third one... Gloria's worried look was fixed on the knife,The sections were separated from the cake one after the another, just one remained.

Sergey was in a cold sweat, his heartbeat went faster, he looked at Gloria dramatically, maybe it would be the last sight, Gloria smiled, the eyes met together, they recalled the first sight in that lovely meeting , the teardrops were running down. Tick Tick.

Sergey tried to force the tears back, he wiped them, and said, 'I'm ready, Gloria.' then with faith in Glass he closed his eyes, and landed the knife on the cake smoothly. The room surrounded in a dreadful silence for a while------------

Gloria shrieked cheerfully, Sergey opened his eyes slowly, and smiled. the bitter night had gone , and the light dawn had come in.

After going down the bomb ,41 candles on the cake lit up. Sergey felt proud, and punched the air, 'We Succeeded, Glory.' then he cut the wires with the knife, and freed Gloria.

Gloria was weeping, the tears from joy, her grateful look stared at him,'Happy Birthday, Sergey. thousand times thank you, I'm in your debt forever, you save my life.'

Sergey blushed, 'No problem, Forget.'

Gloria pointed to the candles, 'Now you must blow out the candles, after that we can have the cake, I'm very hungry.'

Sergey, 'Me too.'

As soon as Sergey closed his eyes to blow out the candles, he felt they were going up, Gloria cried, 'Oh, this is an elevator!'

Sergey glanced around in despair; in fact they were in the glassy tower elevator.

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​All The Best

M.T​

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Express Your Feeling From Google Search

Sergey and Parmis sat into their seats, and the underground ran along the railway. Parmis was so excited; while she was looking around with curiosity asked loudly, 'Did you hold your drawing class in this subway, Uncle Sergey?'

Sergey shook his head, 'No, in New York subway.' then he stared at the window, and at the puzzled shadows passing swiftly; but Parmis was thinking of a  writing remembrance class in the subway.

She took out her smartphone, and searched in GS, 'How to hold a class in the subway?'

Google's answers appeared; Parmis said, frowning, 'These are not my reply, Google! '

Having put her finger to her cheek, the little girl looked up at the ceiling, 'I don't know how Google works?'

Keeping his look fixed on the window, Sergey replied, 'You are too small, and it isn't easy to explain the work of the Search Engines to you, it's too complicated, Parmis!'

The color of Parmis's eyes changed in anger, but she'd rather say nothing, as her uncle seemed tired and fed up.

OK, Glass, Find Me A Present ...

The Father's day was coming up. The shops were filled up with the streams of the shoppers; everyone was searching for an unforgettable present to surprise their father. 

About an hour had gone, but Gloria was still bare hand and distracted. She walked around and watched. 

"Look! That beige tie is very pretty, isn't it?,' an excited girl said to her friend, and the other girl laughed, 'I agree, that's very nice.'  the happy teenagers attracted Gloria's attention, she started at their shining eyes wistfully, then she scanned around her closely , and saw: the couples, families and friends-- No one was alone, the heavy sadness covered her heart, Gloria let out a bitter sigh, 'Shopping alone isn't delightful at all.'

She decided to return home,so headed toward the exit, but suddenly an idea came across her mind, and changed her mind.

Gloria stopped, stroking Glass, and whispered, 'OK, Glass...'

Your Dreadful Situations!

Now the train was crowded and noisy, but still fast. How sad! the view was closed when an old man stood in front of Sergey. He rose, and gave his seat to the man kindly. The man sat, smiling, and Sergey stood beside Parmis's seat, Parmis was thinking about GS.

Suddenly a wave of crowd drifted Sergey far from Parmis; a bitter smile emerged on his face, and he noticed a new message came to Glass, it was from Gloria,"

" Emergency

Hurry Up, Sergey!

I Am Trapped in a busy department store , and also in a dangerous location. 

Please, Don't leave me alone. Save me, Please!

Come with Glass.

Yours Respectfully, Glory

Address: Glad Store "

 

Sergey said, smirking, 'Gloria and her dangerous situations! I bet she needs a lot of money again." The people around him laughed; a man said, 'All women are one and the same.' another nodded, and added,' Beetles are a dreadful situation for my wife.' all the men burst into laughter, and drove the women in the metro mad, easily an argument began.

Sergey pushed the population, jumped out of the underground, and rushed to his destination, Glad Store.

Parmis reviewed  her note: 

'HI, Mr. Schmidt, 

I have a question, and I guess you know its answer, because you had been Google chief executive for years.

How Google Works?

Thank you, and bye.

P :)"

She touched the send button on her smartphone, then lifted her head with smile, and looked for her Uncle. 

Oh, Poor Parmis! when she was disappointed to find him, she got cold feet, and began crying loud, 'Uncle Sergey, Uncle Sergey!'

The People gathered around the kid; the little girl called Uncle Larry promptly, while she was weeping her tears.

 

She Forgets Soon???

Gloria was walking back and forth in front of the department store, and looking forward to coming Sergey. Finally Gloria's eyes glistened, when Sergey appeared in her view. 

Waving her hands to him with excitement, Gloria shouted, 'Oh, you come lastly; let's go shopping, come on, Sergey.'

Sergey raised one eyebrow in surprise, he said, smirking, 'This is your dangerous location, Glory? How much money do you need?'

Gloria froze;she felt a knot in her throat;felt some minutes silence. Sergey's smile vanished, he stared at Gloria with curiosity; there was a puzzled expression on her face, and the tears in her adoring eyes;Sergey got red in embarrassment.

Breathing fast, Gloria cried, 'Money? I am disappointed with you, Sergey. Is it your opinion about me? only since you paid that check? I have enough money with me-- Gloria sobbed loudly, 'Only because I was alone, and really need to guide , I called you, as you know men better, and have a Glass too."

Sergey looked at the people who gazed at them, said in a low voice and sadly, 'Calm, Please, I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean that,' then he tried to switch  the subject cleverly, 'Now tell me what you want to buy for the daddy?'

Gloria wiped her tears, said happily, 'What about a nice T-shirt?'

Sergey imagined Gloria's father in a floral T-shirt, and responded, grinning, 'That's wonderful!'

While he's pointing at a pink T-shirt, he asked, 'That T-shirt isn't bad?'

Gloria knitted her brows, shook her head, 'No, my daddy likes light colors more.' 

Sergey was surprised, and when he was going to show another T-shirt , Larry called him:

Larry,' Where is Parmis, Sergey?'

Sergey winced, 'Parmis!?'

Larry ( angrily) , 'Yes, Parmis. It was with you, wasn't it?'

Sergey felt his heart beating faster, 'Gee, we should inform the police, Larry. she left behind on the subway, there was too busy, and I forgot her---'

Larry interrupted him, 'I found her in the metro station.'

Sergey asked anxiously, 'Thanks Larry, how is she?'

Larry said, angrily, 'She is so frightened that she can't speak,'  and hanged up.

The color of Sergey's eyes turned as a sea.

Gloria got worried and asked,' What the matter, Sergey?'

Sergey, 'Well, Parmis would like to see San Francisco's subway, so we got on; unluckily it was overcrowded, after that your message came, I got out of my mind, and.'

Gloria, 'Oh, she got lost there?'

Sergey, 'yes, but Larry found her.'

Gloria ,' Thank God. Tonight I call Parmis; Don't worry I guess she forgets soon.'

Sergey, 'Indeed?'

Gloria, 'Surely, when she sits in Larry's driverless car, she will get so excited that forgets what happened.'

Two hours went without any shopping, since fussy Gloria didn't like any T-shirts. 

Sergey looked nervous and tired up; in despair he pointed to that pink T-shirt again; it's nice?'

A big smile appeared on Gloria's lips,'Oh, yes, that's really beautiful, your are wonderful; how do you find it? I'd like to watch it.'

'Well, she stood  there, and watched that lovely T-shirt in charming silence for a while, then put it back into its place, turned , and headed to the door. 

Sergey's eyes grew big in surprises, following her, he asked ,'Why didn't you buy that T-shirt?'

Gloria, 'Oh, I remembered my daddy doesn't wear T-shirt at all.'

Sergey pressed his lips together to keep himself from saying nothing in anger., ans asked, 'and the father's present?'

Gloria shrugged, 'Tomorrow is another day, we can test Glass during shopping.'

Sergey thought, 'she drives me to distraction.'

"All the world's a Stage"

 

​A wry smile brought on his face, 

'Gloria, Gloria! You and Your dangerous situations! Pull a trick again?' he started laughing, '

Take a Glass &

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A Big knife with you!

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As a snake the fear crept into his mind, and the smile vanished; Trick? Joke? Why? They weren't on speaking terms with each other since June 15th.  what would happened if this time she was really in danger?

Sergey turned pale, stopped thinking back, opened his eyes, and came back to the present; there was a strange expression on his face, a mixture of dread and indecision; he glanced at his smartphone's clock; 'Gee, it's too late, I must go right away.'

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Sergey ran down the stairs; then he rushed to the parking lot; when he sat at the steering wheel he was so nervous that his hands were trembling, Sergey looked at himself in rear-view mirror, 'Calm, Sergey. Today is a very special day, a day for you , and this is a special occasion; Be courage , Go and prove yourself to Glory!'

Breathing deeply, he activated Navigation in his Google Glass to keep him on track, then he found a road with a light traffic, started the car , and headed toward the exit.​​

 

"All the world's a Stage"

​William Shakespeare ​

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All The Best

M.T

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Navigation

http://www.google.com/glass/start/what-it-does/

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What's the matter with Judy Abbott?

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سلام ، صبحتون بخیر و خوشی

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It was great fun, though I have seen better candy. When it was finally finished, and ourselves and the kitchen and the door-knobs all thoroughly sticky, we organized a procession an still in our caps and aprons, each carrying a big fork or spoon or frying pan, we marched through the empty corridors to the officers' parlor, where half-a-dozen professors and instructors were passing a tranquil evening. We serenaded them with college songs and offered refreshments. They accepted politely but dubiously. We left them sucking chunks of molasses candy, sticky and speechless.
So you see, Caddy, my education progresses!

Don't you really think that I ought to be an artist instead of an author? Vacation will be over in two days and I shall be glad to see the girls again. My tower is just a trifle lonely; when nine people occupy a house that was built for four hundred, they do rattle around a bit.

خب ، هرچند که شیرینی ها خوب از آب در نیامد اما به ما خیلی خوش گذشت. آخر کار که شیرینی پخت ، دست و صورت و خلاصه همه جای ما چسبناک و شیرینی مال شده بود . بعد هر یک از ما یک قاشق چنگال بزرگ با دیگ برداشتیم و همانطور که لباس آشپزی تنمان بود ، در حالیکه سرودهای دانشکده را می خواندیم در راهروهای دانشکده حرکت کردیم . به اتاق استادان کشیک رسیدیم ، رفتیم و شیرینی به آنها تعارف کردیم.

ملاحظه می فرمایید بابا که چقدر خوب آموزش می بینیم. شما فکر نمی کنید بهتر است من به جای نویسنده شدن ، نقاش بشوم؟ دو روز دیگر تعطیلات تمام می شود و من از اینکه باز دخترها را می بینم خوشحالم .ساختمانی که من در آن زندگی می کنم خیلی خلوت و بی سرو صداست . اما ساختمانی که برای 400 دختر درست کرده اند و حالا 9 نفر در آن زندگی می کنند معلوم است باید چطور باشد.

اسم

procession در صفوف منظم پیش رفتن، ترقی
parlor اتاق نشیمن ، اتاق پذیرایی

rattle  سرو صدا، تق تق، خر خر ، جغجغه
trifle  ناچیز، جزئی ،
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صفت

tranquil آرام، آسوده ، خاطر جمع
trifle  کم بها

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قید

dubiously به طرز شک برانگیزی
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فعل

to serenade قطعه ی موسیقی عاشقانه را خواندن
to occupy اشغال کردن ، سرگرم کردن
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11 آوریل

بابای بسیار عزیز،

ممکن است خواهش کنم مرا به خاطر نامه ای که دیروز نوشتم ببخشید؟

بعد از این که آن را پست کردم خیلی متأسف شدم و سعی کردم که آن را از پستخانه پس بگیرم، اما مأمور پست که آدم بد ذاتی بود آن را به من پس نداد.

حالا نیمه شب است. من بیدارم و دارم فکر می کنم که موجود کثیف و بدی هستم ، در اتاق را آهسته بستم که جولیا و سالی بیدار نشوند. میان تختخواب نشسته ام و یک برگ کاغذ از جزوه ی تاریخ پاره کرده ام و دارم به شما نامه می نویسم.

تنها چیزی که می خواهم به شما بگویم عذر و پوزش و معذرت است.
من در مقابل چکی که شما فرستاده بودید خیلی بی ادبی کردم. می دانم که شما جز محبت منظوری نداشته اید . شما پدر پیر من خیلی مهربان هستید و خودتان را به خاطر کلاهی که من دوست می داشتم به زخمت انداختید. من باید چک را با احترام و تشکر بیشتری برای شما پس می فرستادم ، اما به هر حال باید آن را به نحوی پس می فرستادم. من نسبت به دختران دیگر دارای شرایط خاصی هستم آنها خیلی راحت از دیگران هدیه قبول می کنند. آنها برادر، خواهر، پدر و عمو دارند، اما من  که اینها را ندارم.

دوست دارم به خودم تلقین کنم که شما به من تعلق دارید و با این خیال دلم خوش باشد. اما حقیقت با این حرف ها فرق می کند. من خیلی تنها هستم . باید یکه و تنها با عزم و اراده با مشکلات دنیا مبارزه کنم. من هر مرتبه راجع به آن به فکر فرو می روم پشتم می لرزد و سعی می کنم خودم را از فکر آن خارج کنم و باز هم به خودم تلقین کنم.

حداقل بابا شما این حقیقت را بفهمید. من نباید بیشتر از حدی پول قبول کنم . به هر حال من تصمیم دارم روزی این همه لطف شما را جیران کنم. به هر حال من باید این پولهای شما را به شما پس بدهم. اگر هم نویسنده ی بزرگی بشوم باز هم نباید خیلی به شما بدهکار باشم.

درست است که من کلاههای قشنگ را دوست دارم اما این درست نیست که من آینده ام را به خاطر آن گروگان بدهم. البته بابا، من به خاطر این حرف ها خیلی از شما معذرت می خواهم . این عادت بد من است که هر چه به ذهنم می رسد بدون تأمل روی کاغذ می نویسم. بعد که آن را پست کردم و دستم از آن کوتاه شد آن وقت پشیمان می شوم و به خودم می گویم چه غلطی کردم.

به هر حال هر وقت دیدید که من ناشکر و کم عقل شده ام ، قبول کنید منظور بدی نداشته ام، در مقابل من با تمام وجودم از این فرصت و موقعیت و آزادی که برای من فراهم کرده اید تشکر می کنم.

دوران کودکی من با فقر و نگون بختی و انزجار همراه بود، اما حالا هر لحظه ی عمرم سرشار از شادی و نشاط است. گاهی خیال می کنم من پهلوان یک داستان موهوم خیالی هستم.و دارم خواب می بینم.

ساعت 45: 2 بعد از نیمه شب است . من همین حالا خیلی آهسته و بی سر و صدا با نوک پنجه پا می روم و این نامه را پست می کنم تا شما بدون وقفه پشت سر آن نامه این یکی را دریافت کنید و طوری بشود که مدتی طولانی از من ناراحت نباشید.

شب بخیر

آن که همیشه شما را دوست دارد

جودی

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4th May Dear Daddy Long Legs,

Field Day last Saturday. It was a very spectacular occasion. First we had a parade of all the classes, with everybody dressed in white linen, the Seniors carrying blue and gold Japanese umbrellas, and the juniors white and yellow banners. Our class had crimson balloons-- very fetching, especially as they were always getting loose and floating off--and the Freshmen wore green tissue-paper hats with long streamers. Also we had a band in blue uniforms hired from town. Also about a dozen funny people, like downs in circus, to keep the spectators entertained between events.

Julia was dressed as a fat country man with a linen duster and whiskers and baggy umbrella. Patsy Moriarty ( Patrici really. Did you ever hear such a name? Mrs. Lippett couldn't have done better) who is tall and thin was Julia's wife in a absurd green bonnet over one ear. Waves of laughter followed them the whole length of the course. Julia played the part extremely well. I never dreamed that a Pendleton could display so much comedy spirit--begging Master Jervie's pardon; I don't consider him a true Pendleton though, an more than I consider you a true Trustee.
Sallie and I weren't in the parade because we were entered for the events. And what do you think? We both won! At least in something. We tried for the running broad jump and lost; but Sallie won the pole-vaulting ( Seven feet three inches) and I won the fifty-yard sprint ( eight seconds).

I was pretty panting at the end, but it was great fun, with the whole class waving balloons and cheering and yelling:

What's the matter with Judy Abbott? She's all right. Who's all right?
Judy Ab-bott!

That, Daddy, is true fame. Then trotting back to the dressing tent and being rubbed down with alcohol and having a lemon to suck. You see we're very professional. It's a fine thing to win an event for your class, because the class that wins the most gets the athletic cup for the year. The Seniors won it this year, with seven events to their credit. The athletic association gave a dinner in the gymnasium to all of the winners. We had fried soft-shell crabs, and chocolate ice-cream molded in the shape of basket balls.

I sat up half of last night reading Jane Eyre. Are you old enough Daddy, to remember sixty years ago? And, if so, did people talk that way?

The haughty Lady Blanche says to the footman, 'Stop your chattering knave, and do my bidding.' Mr. Rochester talks about the metal welkin when he means the sky, and as for the mad woman who laughs like hyena and sets fire to bed curtains and tears up wedding veils and BITES-- it's melodrama of the purest, but just the same, you read and read and read. I can't see how any girl could have written such a book especially any girl who was brought up in a churchyard. There's something about those Brontes that Fascinates me. Their books, their lives, their spirit. Where did they get it? When I was reading about little Jane's troubles in the charity school, I got so angry that I had to go out and take a walk. I understood exactly how she felt. Having know Mr. Lippett, I could see Mr. Broklehurts.

M.T

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

صبح بخیر

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We had a molasses candy pull last Friday evening, given by the house matron of Fergussen to the left-behinds in the other halls. There were twenty-two of us altogether, Freshmen and Sophomores and juniors and Seniors all united in amicable accord. The kitchen is huge, with copper pots and kettles hanging in rows on the stone wall--the littlest casserole among them about the size of a wash boiler. Four hundred girls live in Fregussen. The chef, in a white cap and apron, fetched out twenty-two other white caps and aprons-- I can't imaging where he got so many--and we all turned ourselves into cooks.

اسم

molasses ملاس
copper مس
accord قرارداد
casserole ظروف خوراک پزی سفالی یا شیشه ای
apron پیشبند
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صفت

amicable دوستانه، دوست داشتنی
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فعل

copper با مس اندودن ،مس یا ترکیبات مسی به کار بردن

to fetch رفتن و) آوردن)

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جمعه ی گذشته در عمارت فرگوسن جشن شیرینی پزان داشتیم. به طور مجموع 22 نفر از دانشجویان سال اول-دوم-سوم و چهارم بودیم. در عمارت فرگوسن آشپزخانه بزرگتر است و ظروف مسی شامل کتری ، تابه ، دیگ و خیلی چیزهای دیگر را دور تا دور دیوار سنگی آویزان کرده اند ، آنجا چهارصد دختر زندگی می کنند.
سر آشپز آنجا کلاه و پیشبند سفید داشت برای ما بیست و دو پیشبندسفید و کلاه آورد و ما آنها را پوشیدیم و درست شبیه آشپزها شدیم .

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آقای ثروتمند عزیز،

چک 50 دلاری شما را پس فرستادم، از لطف شما بسیار تشکر می کنم، اما نمی توانم آن را قبول کنم. همین پول ماهانه کافی است که برای خودم کلاه بخرم. من شرمنده ام که آن موضوعات را در مورد آن کلاه فروشی برایتان نوشتم، دلیلش این بود که پیش از این چنین مغازه و فروشگاهی را ندیده بودم.

به هر حال قصد من از تعریف آن موضوع گدایی کردن نبود و ترجیح می دهم که بیش از آنچه مجبور هستم اعانه قبول نکنم.

ارادتمند شما

جروشا آبوت

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11th April
Dearest Daddy,

Will you please forgive me for the letter I wrote you yesterday? After I posted it I was sorry, and tried to get it back, but that beastly mail clerk wouldn't give it back to me.

It's the middle of the night now; I've been awake for hours thinking what a Worm I am--what a Thousand-legged Worm--and that's the worst I can say! I've closed the door very softly into the study so as not to wake Julia and Sallie, and am sitting up in bed writing to you on paper torn out of my history note-book.

I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry I was so impolite about your cheque. I know you meant it kindly, and I think you're an old dear to take so much trouble for such a silly thing as a hat. I ought to have returned it very much more graciously.

But in any case, I had to return it. It's different with me than with other girls. They can take things naturally from people. They have fathers and brothers and aunts and uncles; but I can't be on any such relations with any one. I like to pretend that you belong to me, just to play with the idea, but of course I know you don't. I'm alone, really--with my back to the wall fighting the world--and I get sort of gaspy when I think about it. I put it out of my mind, and keep on pretending; but don't you see, Daddy? I can't accept any more money than I have to, because some day I shall be wanting to pay it back, and even as great an author as I intend to be won't be able to face a PERFECTLY TREMENDOUS debt.

I'd love pretty hats and things, but I mustn't mortgage the future to pay for them.

You'll forgive me, won't you, for being so rude? I have an awful habit of writing impulsively when I first think things, and then posting the letter beyond recall. But if I sometimes seem thoughtless and ungrateful, I never mean it. In my heart I thank you always for the life and freedom and independence that you have given me. My childhood was just a long, sullen stretch of revolt, and now I am so happy every moment of the day that I can't believe it's true. I feel like a made-up heroine in a story-book.

It's a quarter past two. I'm going to tiptoe out to post this off now. You'll receive it in the next mail after the other; so you won't have a very long time to think bad of me.

Good night Daddy,
I love you always,
Judy

Best Wishes

M.T

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سال 2015 فرخنده باد

http://www.google.com/doodles/new-years-day-2015

" تا نورِ بینایی

               جان را فروزد در چراغِِ چشم ،

                            تا آفتاب از آسمان با مهر

                          گل برمی افشاند به باغِ چشم،

                          من دیدنِ هر چیز را

                             در هر کجای این جهان بیکرانه

                                            دوست می دارم .

سلام ، سال نو مبارک

آغاز سال 2015 را به شما تبریک می گویم ، خیلی ذوق زده هستم، امیدوارم امسال همان سالی باشد که چشم به راهش بودید

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اوه، بله الان تصویر من شطرنجی است و من واقعاً شرمسارم، که نتوانستم سر قولم بایستم ، حتماً با خودتان تصور می کنید که در شروع سال تازه احساس می کنم که شکست خورده ام ، یک کشتی درهم شکسته

باید به عرض تان برسانم که نه، خوشبختانه ، این طور نیست ، خیلی هم حس خوبی دارم، درست مثل اول ژانویه های پیشین ، شاید هم کمی خوشحال تر

خجلت زده و شرمسار هستم ، باید داستانم را زودتر به پایان می رساندم ، اما کاریست که شده، گذشته ها گذشته و هرگز به غصه خوردن گذشته برنگشته .

این چند روز آخر تا دیر وقت روی داستانم کار کردم ، الان هم واقعاً خسته ام، اما بسیار خرسندم که داستانم به سرانجام خودش رسیده ، بخش پایانی داستان را نوشته ام ، فقط باید ویرایش و بازنویسی شود ، چرا غصه؟ به قول پل ژاگو : حتی بهترین سرداران هم همیشه در جنگها پیروز نبوده اند ، اما اگر تا لحظه ی آخر دست از تلاش نکشیده باشند، می توانند همچنان به خودشان افتخار کنند، من هم تا لحظه ی آخر داشتم می نوشتم :) بنابراین

  الان نه تنها غصه نمی خورم ، بلکه آدامس می خورم با طعم نعنا در فصل سرما

خلاصه، در همین شروع سال به خودم و شما قول می دهم که خوش قول تر و منظم تر ، مشتاق تر و فعال تر باشم . نقشه ی راه را هم برداشته ام

لحظه ی تحویل سال

وقتی سال به پایان می رسد، گاهی غصه می خوریم و می گوییم افسوس چه زود گذشت ، فهرست رویاهای سال قبل را مرور می کنیم و اگر به خواسته هایمان نرسیده باشیم ، حس می کنیم که بازنده ایم ، اما ممکن است پندارمان درست نباشد

بهتر است بنشینیم و ریز همه ی کارهایی را که انجام داده ایم ، لحظه های شاد ، لحظه های عصبانیت، دروغ ها ، غیبت ها ، دل شکستگی ها ، ضعف ها ، قوت ها ، افتخار ها (هر چند کوچک ) و غرور ها را به خاطر بیاوریم

شاید گام بلندی برنداشته باشیم ، اما برخلاف باورمان سرجای اولمان هم نیستیم، کوله بارمان سنگین تر شده، تجربه هایی اندوخته ایم، دوستانی به دست آورده ایم، شاید دوستانی را هم از دست داده باشیم، لحظه های خوش و تکرار نشدنی را سپری کرده ایم و به سلامت از موج های سهمگین زندگی پریده ایم، اگر دقیق و موشکافانه سالی  که گذشت را از نظر بگذرانیم ، دیگر زانوی غم بغل نمی گیریم ، حسرت نمی خوریم ، برعکس از حس سرور و غرور لبریز می شویم .

خودم  سال 2014 را دوست داشتم ، اتفاق ویژه و خارق العاده ای رخ نداد، ولی با هیچ کس قهر نکردم ، تا توانستم با دوستانم مدارا کردم ، آنها هم همین طور. بعضی اوقات خیلی عصبانی شدم و حرف های تندی زدم ، اما بعد فراموششان کردم و مثل گذشته به زندگی ادامه دادم

سال 2014 را دوست دارم ، چون کمتر رنجیدم بیشتر خوشحال بودم ، حتی با خودم بیشتر راه آمدم ، وقتی خسته بودم کار نکردم ،  وقتی شور و هیجان زیادی برای کار کردن داشتم تا صبح بیدار ماندم ، نوشتم و طراحی کردم، خلاصه سعی کردم در لحظه ها باشم و از یاد آوری خاطرات گذشته هم لذت بردم و هم بسیار آموختم

وقتی زندگیم را در نمای کلی می بینم هیچ نقطه ی اوجی در سال 2014 نداشته ام ، مایوس کننده است. اما وقتی ریز و دقیق می شوم می بینم نقطه های کوچکی می درخشند که شاید در آینده به هم بپیوندند و ستاره ی اقبال مرا به آن جایی که می خواهم برسانند

این مرا خوشحال می کند و به من نیروی مضاعفی می بخشد ، که هرگز نایستم و به حرکت در جاده ی زندگی ادامه دهم، و زمانی که حس می کنم کم آورده ام ، بزنم کنار جاده نفسی تازه کنم و دوباره راهم را بگیرم و بروم ، آهسته و پیوسته

این زندگی این است،

   باید بکوشم در تماشایش،

       با هر چه دارد، هر چه می بخشد،

         خوب و بدش را ، زشت و زیبایش،

          با قطره های شادی و

                     دریای غمهایش ، همیشه ، شادمانه

                                      دوست می دارم . "

در پایان از همه ی شما همراهان سال 2014 سپاسگزارم ، از گوگل عزیز، از موزیلا فایرفاکس، فیس بوک و دوستان خوب فیس بوکیم، لینکدین و یاران بامحبت لینکدینی ، دوستانم در ایزی هیتس یو - شب سال نو 2014 یک پست درباره ی این سایت نوشتم-  دوستانم در گوگل پلاس . فری ایبوک ، سوشال مدیا اگزماینر، هاب اسپات ، رازار، اسپلاشمو گیدئون و خیلی هم از  جف گوین متشکرم .

خیلی خیلی خیلی زیاد هم از آقای برین معذرت می خواهم ، به امید این که سال آتی چند ماه جلوتر تولدش را در داستانم جشن بگیرم .

http://freepsdfiles.net/

از سایت معرکه ی پیکسابی هم بسیار بسیار سپاسگزارم ، همچنین از ویکی پدیا، ویکی هو و آل فری دانلود

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" با خیال خود میان سبزه ها

مثل بره های بی ملال می چرم

من - به جان آب و جان سبزه ها-

لذت عجیبی از خـــــیال می برم."

این تصویر هم محبوبترین تصویری بود که امسال طراحی کردم ، دوستان فیس بوکیم این نگاره را بیشتر پسندیدند، خودم هم دوستش دارم خیلی زیاد

و صد دریغ و افسوس تابستان امسال یکی از هارد دیسک های کامپیوترم سوخت و تمام عکس هایی که با آنها کار می کردم ، به فنا رفتند، هر چند مشکلی نیست می توانم دوباره عکس های اصلی  را دانلود کنم و تصاویر رویایم را بسازم  :) _  این حادثه ی دلخراش اهمیت بک آپ و فضاهای ابری را برایم کاملاً روشن کرد-

https://www.google.com/trends/2014/

موزیلا فایر فاکس هم منتظر دستهای گرم شماست، در قلب مهربانتان جایی هم برای این روباه کوچولوی دوست داشتنی بگذارید، شازده کوچولو را که حتماً دوست دارید ، مگر نه ؟

​سراینده : محمود کیانوش ​

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​آخر هفته ی خوشی داشته باشید

M.T​

M.T

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