Princess Art
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 |  موضوع: ؟؟؟قصص باللغة الانجليزية للاطفال ؟؟؟  الإثنين 30 مايو 2011, 7:19 pm | |
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A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree
منذ زمن بعيد ولى .. كان هناك شجرة
تفاح في غاية الضخامة
A little boy loved to come and play
around it everyday  كان هناك طفل صغير يلعب
حول هذه الشجرة يوميا
He climbed to the treetop, ate the
apples, took a nap under the shadow
وكان يتسلق أغصان هذه الشجرة ويأكل من
ثمارها .وبعدها يغفو قليلا لينام في ظلها
He loved the tree and the tree loved
to play with him
كان يحب الشجرة وكانت الشجرة تحب لعبه
معها
Time went by...the little boy had
grown up
مر الزمن... وكبر هذا الطفل
And he no longer played around the
tree every day
وأصبح لا يلعب حول هذه الشجرة بعد ذلك
One day, the boy came back to the
tree and he looked sad
في يوم من الأيام...رجع هذا الصبي وكان
حزينا!
Come and play with me," the tree
asked the boy
فقالت له الشجرة: تعال والعب معي
I am no longer a kid, I do not play
around trees any more.. The boy replied
فأجابها الولد: لم أعد صغيرا لألعب
حولك
I want toys. I need money to buy them
أنا أريد بعض اللعب وأحتاج بعض النقود
لشرائها
Sorry, but I do not have money
فأجابته الشجرة: أنا لا يوجد معي أية
نقود
But you can pick all my apples and
sell them. So, you will have money.
ولكن يمكنك أن تأخذ كل التفاح إلى لدي
لتبيعه ثم تحصل على النقود التي تريدها
The boy was so excited
الولد كان سعيدا للغاية
He grabbed all the apples on the tree
and left happily
فتسلق الشجرة وجمع جميع ثمار التفاح
التي عليها ونزل من عليها سعيدا
The boy never came back after he
picked the apples
لم يعد الولد بعدها
The tree was sad.
كانت الشجرة في غاية الحزن بعدها لعدم
عودته
One day, the boy who now turned into
a man returned
وفي يوم رجع هذا الولد للشجرة ولكنه لم
يعد ولدا بل أصبح رجلا!!!
And the tree was excited "Come and
play with me" the tree said.
وكانت الشجرة في منتهى السعادة لعودته
وقالت له: تعال والعب معي
"I do not have time to play. I have
to work for my family
ولكنه أجابها وقال لها: أنا لم أعد طفلا لألعب حولك مرة أخرى فقد أصبحت رجلا مسئولا
عن عائلة
We need a house for ****ter.
وأحتاج لبيت ليكون لهم مأوى
Can you help me?
هل يمكنك مساعدتي بهذا؟
" Sorry"
آسفة
But I do not have any house. But you
can chop off my branches to build your house.
فأنا ليس عندي لك بيت ولكن يمكنك أن
تأخذ جميع أفرعي لتبني بها لك بيتا 
"so the man cut all the branches of
the tree and left happily"
فأخذ الرجل كل الأفرع وغادر الشجرة وهو
سعيدا
The tree was glad to see him happy
but the man never came back since then.
وكانت الشجرة سعيدة لسعادته ورؤيته
هكذا ...ولكنه لم يعد إليها
The tree was again lonely and sad.
وأصبحت الشجرة حزينة مرة أخرى
One hot summer day,
وفي يوم حار جدا
The man returned and the tree was
delighted.
عاد الرجل مرة أخرى وكانت الشجرة في
منتهى السعادة
"Come and play with me!" the tree
said.
فقالت له الشجرة: تعال والعب apple tree
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It was Serozha's birthday, and
he received many different
gifts; peg tops, and hobby
horses, and pictures. But
Serozha's uncle gave him a gift
that he prized above all the
rest - it was a trap for snaring
birds.
The trap was constructed in such
a way that a board was fitted on
the frame and shut down upon the
top. If seed was scattered on
the board, and the trap was put
out in the yard, the little bird
would fly down, hop upon the
board, the board would give way,
and the trap would shut with a
clap.
Serozha was delighted, and he
ran into the house to show his
mother the trap.
His mother said:
"It is not a good plaything.
What do you want to do with
birds? Why do you want to
torture them?"
"I am going to put them in a
cage," Serozha said. "They will
sing, and I will feed them."
He got some seed, scattered it
on the board, and set the trap
in the garden. And he stood by
and expected the birds to fly
down. But the birds were afraid
of him and would not come near
the cage. Serozha ran in to get
something to eat, and left the
cage.
After dinner he went to look at
it. The cage had shut, and in it
a little bird was beating
against the bars.
Serozha took up the bird, and
carried it into the house.
"Mother, I have caught a bird!"
he cried. "I think it is a
nightingale, and how its heart
beats!"
His mother said it was a wild
canary. "Be careful! Don't hurt
it - you would better let it
go."
"No," he said. "I am going to
give it something to eat and
drink."
Serozha put the bird in a cage,
and for two days gave it seed
and water, and cleaned the cage.
But on the third day he forgot
all about it, and did not change
the water.
And his mother said, "See here,
you have forgotten your bird.
You would better let it go."
Serozha thrust his hand in the
cage and began to clean it, but
the little bird was frightened
and fluttered. After Serozha had
cleaned the cage, he went to get
some water. His mother saw that
he had forgotten to shut the
cage door, and she called after
him.
"Serozha, shut up your cage,
else your bird will fly out and
hurt itself."
She had hardly spoken the words
when the bird found the door,
was delighted, spread its wings,
and flew around the room toward
the window. Serozha came running
in, picked up the bird, and put
it back in the cage. The bird
was still alive, but it lay on
its breast, with its wings
spread out, and breathed
heavily. Serozha looked and
looked at it, and began to cry.
"Mother, what can I do now?" he
asked.
"You can do nothing now," she
replied.
Serozha stayed by the cage all
day. He did nothing but look at
the bird. And all the time the
bird lay on its breast and
breathed hard and fast.
When Serozha went to bed, the
bird was dead. Serozha could not
get to sleep for a long time;
every time that he shut his eyes
he seemed to see the bird still
lying and sighing.
In the morning when Serozha went
to his cage, he saw the bird
lying on its back, with its legs
crossed, and all stiff.
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A Fairy Tail
It was getting late on a Sunday evening when
dad declared it was time for bed. I climbed up on his shoulders
as I had done nearly every day of my 7 years and demanded a
bedtime story. Dad dumped me on the bed and asked me where my
favourite book of fairytales was. I reached under my bed as I
enthusiastically announced its location. Which one will it be
tonight Bronte he asked but while I was thinking a question
popped out of my brain. Why are they called fairytales dad?
Dad stopped for a minute to think, you can
always tell when dad's thinking cause he gets a little crinkly
in his forehead just between his eyes. Well, he began closing
the book, it all started long ago in a far off land. I could
tell this was going to be a good one so I snuggled in and listen
attentively.
The kingdom of Coractus was ruled by a stern
but wise king with a croaky voice by the name of Aday. He had
two sons, Murphious & Frazury. Although the two boys were twins
they were very different in the way they did their thinking.
Murphy was an easygoing storyteller whose best friend was a
fairy princess named Ailish. Murphy did not have much time for
the day-to-day running of the kingdom, as it was not in his
nature to make tough decisions nor to concern himself with the
tit-for-tat pettiness of the conflicts of the kingdoms
constituents. He preferred to spend his time making up stories
and telling them to any and all who would listen and he was
never short of an audience as he was very good at it. Most days
he could be found in the Coractus Courtyard where a number of
writers would meet and share their stories. There they would
take turns telling their latest tails and the fairies who would
gather to listen would judge the best story of the day and the
winner would be presented with food and drink from the courtyard
caretaker. Murphious was very often the recipient of these
favours.
Ever since he was young the prince's biggest fan was a fairy
called Ailish. Ailish was daughter of Melayne Grace queen of the
last colony of fairies in the land. She was unmistakably a fairy
by looks and by nature. Fairies are a curious lot, they can only
be seen when they want to be and although they love to play they
have a high sense of duty and believe it their main purpose to
make dreams for children. These dreams would be good if the
child had been good but if the child had been bad they can make
their dreams so dreadful they will wake in the night with a
scream, depending on how bad the child had been. The way they
would do this is by flying into the children's bedroom at night
and sprinkling fairy dust in their eyes. This dust would contain
a story magically transformed to be absorbed into the thoughts
of sleeping children. By the morning the dust would harden and
form crystals in the corner of their eyes and the child would
wipe it away without a thought. The fairies would get the
stories from the writers in the kingdom such as Murphious and
Murphious was Ailish's preferred supplier, as he would only make
up stories to give pleasant dreams.
Ever night Ailish would fly in and out of
windows sprinkling fairy dust and spreading the wonderful
stories of the kingdom until one day things were to change.
Frazury was a far more serious boy whose
dedication to his father's work had all and sundry believing he
would follow his father and one day rule the kingdom himself.
This was his ambition and he believed his right for all his hard
work while his brother indulged his folly. He would make the
kingdom the greatest in the land and would demand those who
waist their time playing games and telling stories be put to
better use.
Frasury's bedroom was next to the king's
bedroom and one morning while the king was having breakfast with
the queen he overheard a conversation that rocked him to the
core, the king was talking of announcing Murphious as the heir
to the thrown. Frazury is a very dutiful son but he is very
unforgiving, Muphious is more understanding than Frazury and he
would be kinder to those who need help. Frazury went into a
state of panic, how could this be, it was he who worked
tirelessly for the king faithfully learning the ways of the king
so that he could take over from him when he was no longer able
to do it. Murphious shirked his duties in favour of those
retched fairies over the needs of the kingdom, how could this
be. It would not, it could not, he just can't let it happen.
Frazury began to hatch a plan. He knew that as he was first born
and if the king did not, or could not, make such a proclamation
then he would be crowned king over his brother as this was the
law. But how could he do it, how could he change his father's
mind or make it so his father could not formally let his wishes
be known. Even as he was thinking he could hear that voice in
the back of his head, he knew what he would have to do but he
was not ready to admit it, not even to himself, not yet. After
breakfast he went about his business but his mind was always
thinking about what he had heard and trying to think of someway
he could stop his father's wishes becoming reality, the thought
nearly made him sick, he would be the next king of Coractus no
matter what it takes.
To be continued...
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Fantasy
Don't
tell anyone this but I'm a fairy. Nobody knows you see because I never
transform around other people. My name is Pixie and I am a green fairy.
You see in the fairy tribe I come from they have three different types
of fairies: the purple fairy, the green fairy and the yellow fairy. The
purple fairies are the queen fairies the fairies that live inside the
Queen Fairies castle. The green fairies are just normal fairies and the
yellow fairies are people such as nurse fairies etc...
I
am glad I am a green fairy because I get to do whatever I like and I
have a really nice fairy house inside a giant mushroom. I usually
transform at night when nobody is around. I started transforming into a
fairy one day when I was about 9 and I think it was because I ate this
crab apple and you're not supposed to eat them! I am 11 now so that was 2
years ago. Now that I'm a fairy it gives me the ability to fly around
which is great because at night I go to all my friends’ houses and check
that they are okay.
Sometimes
if they are having trouble getting to sleep or they are feeling ill or
anything I use my magic to help them. The house I go to most often is
Amie's house because she's my best friend.
There
are three different types of magic: the healing magic (that helps
people), the touchstone magic (that makes things appear and disappear)
and come along magic (that brings you anything you want.
This
is my friend Ee-oor he is a little pocket dragon not like his cousins
who are Wedge dragons (this means they are big and purple!) or like his
other cousins who are minute dragons (this means they are almost
invisible!)
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Adventure in the Sea of fish eyes
Adventure fish in the Sea of eyes Said that the big
fish and daughter, was playing in a calm blue sea, I saw three ships sailing in
the run.
The big fish: they are human beings. Small fish
shouted passionately: Whitney to know where are they going! - On a journey of
exploration risk. -- How I wish that such a trip!. I want to know the other bays
and seas. -- Perhaps one day, not now, my dear. You are still a small risk of
exploration. -- I'm not aa small as you think my mother. -- When my daughter any
more largest, will be at the disposal of the entire world. And then discovered
it as he pleases. Whiner said: How can there be, and I did not find anyone help
me so far, at least, to get the act of play and fun!. Understanding of cancer,
heard talk of small fish, are: What is the thing that we heard him Whiner?
Bangkok does not take enough fun Entertainers? In your opinion, a mistake of
this?. - I do not know. I want to do an exploratory trip, and my mother says I
am still small, and to wait until more. Gull participated in the modern bird,
and said: also on the right. - I see you standing in front of you are also my
desire, nor help me. -- Lest you have lost your way best, and we do not want you
to do so. The fish were small protest: Fadel will not take up my way. Why do not
you see that I am big enough to do adventurism I want? It is, however, felt by
anyone, Winslow outside the Gulf toward the unknown, glimpsed one of those ships
sailing, which saw her mother was before. Rosary quickly as they can to reach
it, but that their ability to Was much less than you think. Got its ship! I
shouted with all its strength. He heard one of the sailors appeal, and in
moments of the ship disappeared behind the horizon. Small fish felt tired and
disappointed, so I decided to return to her homeland. But they had lost, not
knowing how to reach Gulf, which embraces her family and friends, all around the
strange and unfamiliar. While the swim confuses concern, encountered ring, I
asked him: Do you know where the road to my home? Octopus shaking his body, and
the extension of men in all directions, And ignored the question. Faster towards
some shellfish are asleep, and ask them: We have lost the way to my house, you
can help me to find?. And also did not receive an answer, to Oslo Qandil Sea: I
wish us to the path Brings me to my house? Also have not received an answer of
small fish, did not find it helps to arrive at their home, it is easier for
everyone, not indifferent to their plight. - What do I do now, and what is
fateful? Was my mother and my friends are right when they said I am a small
adventure to undertake alone. Suddenly, she noted that the fish that swim around
quickly enormous. Before we ask what is going on here, it has fallen
considerably. Poetry Biskun water and Prodi, and learned that the shark is
coming, and fish fled for fear of it. Tried shark, the need for small fish, and
swallowed up. But that the insect was able to itself between rocks minutes, it
was difficult for the large size of entry. When felt the demise of the threat
emerging from the reservoir, it is not heeded and that all its strength behind
rosary away, and found themselves in their home. In Indeed, do not know how I
arrived, but knows it will not return to the adventure of a new age in this
small. So she said to her mother and friends, who have welcomed them and they
rejoice greatly safe return to the embrace of the Gulf |
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