let it go

let the others say whatever  they like.

take a deep breath and let it go.

you believe to democracy.

the little prince

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on that planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

"Please--tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . ."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . ."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all." 

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:

"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret." 

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose. 

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

Please--tame me!

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ."

come and drink tea

Come and drink this cup of tea, come and drink some hot tea with me in this freezing day. I'm waiting.

اندوه grief

اندوه: هیچ حواسم نبود. دو فنجان ریختم. آلیستر دنیل. داستان شش کلمه ای. Grief Without thinking, l made two cups. A six-word story. By Alistair Daniel.

Sharlot has traveled

Unit 8: word box A: Make sentences with these words: across from, between, near, next to, on, open, post office, souvenir. My clinic is very noisy. Sharlot has travelled to her city for visiting her Mom and Dad. My temprory secretary doesn't know his job, and he is very careless. He opens the door without knocking. He calls my patient alternatively. "Oh, my darling Sharlot where are you?" I says continuously. After the working day when I am going home, Sharlot calls me. "Hi Sharlot where are you?" I say. "I'm in a toy store near my house. I want to buy a doll for you." she says. "Oh, thanks. I don't have. When do you come back?" "Why? Do you miss me?" "No, but the temprory secretary is stupid. Every thing is a mess." "I thought, you miss me." ""Oh, yes." I'm on the bus and sit between two fat women. "Sharlot, when do you come bak?" "I am buying a souvenir for you. I stand near the rack of dinosaurs. Do you want a dinosaur? I will go to the post office and post it to you. " I sigh. The bus stops across from the pastry shop. The smell of cookies and cakes fulls the air. " Sharlot when do you come back?" "Wow, they're fragrant pastries. I love nuts cookies of this pastry shop." One of the fat women says. "Hey, don't be sad. I will return ten days later." Sharlot says. "Yes, and icecreams are very yummy too." Another woman says. I sigh and say " ok, I'm awaiting you. Bye." Sharlot has been going since twelve days ago. I miss her. ------------------------------ Word hoard: Knock در زدن Mess بهم ریخته Pastry شیرینی Sigh اه کشیدن Fragrant خوشبو Nuts گردویی

a letter for Mom

Dear and beautiful Mom. Hi. Happy mother's day. I love you very much. How are you? I miss you a lot. I have sent an exciting present with this letter. Did you see it? When I'm writting this letter, it's snowing and the snow is covering every where and every thing. The room is fairly cold because the heaters of the dorm aren't working well. But don't worry. I'm wearing a sweather and a sweat shirt. My exams will end soon and I will come back quickly after the exams. I'm practicing math now, but not now. I'm writting a letter for you now. I kiss you.  From your thin daughter Love Sue.

he is waiting under the rain

The man is walking in his room. Five days ago, the rain had been just started when the man arrived at the hotel. The dark clouds have been covering the sky during all these days. The first day he went to a mall next to the hotel. He bought a smart and stylish suit for the conference tomorrow. He liked to go to the zoo, because he heard this city has a big and beautiful zoo. The second day, it was raining yet and the man went to the conference. The conference was about aviation industry and he presented splendid lecture. After the conference, the man walked from the place of conference to the hotel under the rain. It lasted two hours. He got all wet when he arrived at the hotel. Before changing his clothes, he checked the messages on his cell phone. “My dear dad, how was your conference? I hope that your conference was great. When do you come back? I miss you. So, I heard it’s raining there. Take care. I love you.”  In third day, his flight was canceled. He was worrying about her daughter a lot. The man is walking in his room and speaks with himself. His daughter has gone to his sister’s home. “Tomorrow will be sunny and two days later the street will open.”  TV announcer says. The man stops and smiles “Oh thank God. It ended finally. I can come back to my little daughter.” It is raining yet. ------------------------------ glossary aviation industry  صنعت هواپیمایی splendid با شکوه، عالی take care  مراقب خودت باش annoncer  مجری

Sharlot an I and my birthday in the forest park

Today is Sunday. My Mom and Dad are still here. Today is my birthday and I’m baking a cake in the kitchen. Sharlot is gathering travel and birthday party tools. We will go to the forest park. I still feel a bit ill. But Sharlot persists we go to the forest park because she believes that the fresh air is good for me. She has invited two of doctors three of the nurses. I can’t check her. My parents are eating fruits in the dining room and speaking about my car in the garage. . . . It’s sunny and the forest park has many great views. I told Sharlot that lets go deep in the forest and we went. I feel well. In deep of the forest there are lots of beautiful butterflies. They sit on the threes. We can hear the sound of the river and look for the sound. Five minutes later, we find a rivulet. There is a little bridge on it. We go over the bridge. Wow! The silence and the sounds of the water and flying of butterflies over the wild flowers. Everything sounds great. “Thank you Sharlot for today and all things.” I said and hugged her. ------------ Glossary: Gathering جمع آوری کردن Persist اصرار کردن Check جلوگیری کردن   Rivulet جویبار

I and nightmare and sick

I was seeing a nightmare. I’m hungry and thirsty. I’m running and can’t find anywhere and I’m boiling. It’s foggy. I’m lonely. “Hey Megan are you better?” who speaks with me? I stop. Her sound like a bit of mellow breeze strokes my face. A dark cloud stands over me, and covers the sky. I run again, and shriek “isn’t anyone here?”, but the words transform the snow and fall on the floor. It’s very hot. “You will be better, don’t worry.”  I’m boiling and thirsty. I fall down and paddle and shriek. The floor is a wet glass. It was wet with my tears. I erase it. “Megan, do you hear my sound?” I find a little stone and use it for breaking the glass. I shriek and tap on the glass. The glass cleaves. “Megan, are you better?” Mom says. “My darling daughter, how are you?” Dad says. “I’m thirsty” I say. I’m in hospital. “Oh, thank God. She recovered.” Sharlot says. “What happened?”- Sharlot strokes me “when I came back, you had fallen on the floor of kitchen. You had been being unconscious and have burning in fever for four days” – “why? When do you come back from travelling? Oh I’m boiling and thirsty” Sharlot said that an infectious virus published in the hospital which I’m working there and I was getting it, too. And she called my Mom and Dad and they came here. I’m grateful God that I’m still alive and have nice Mom and dad and a dear friend. ------------------

 Glossary: Nightmare کابوس 

 Stroke نوازش کردن 

 Paddle دست و پا زدن 

 Shriek فریاد زدن 

 Cleave ترک برداشتن 

 Tap ضربه  زدن 

 Recover بهوش آمدن 

 Unconscious بیهوش 

 Fever تب 

 Infectious واگیر دار