قصص حقيقية مسلية/الطالب والباروميتر

قصص حقيقية مسلية

الطالب والباروميتر

في امتحان الفيزياء في جامعة كوبنهاجن بالدانمارك جاء أحد أسئلة الامتحان كالتالي: كيف تحدد ارتفاع ناطحة سحاب باستخدام الباروميتر (جهاز قياس الضغط الجوي)؟
الإجابة الصحيحة: بقياس الفرق بين الضغط الجوي على سطح الأرض وعلى سطح ناطحة السحاب.

إحدى الإجابات استفزت أستاذ الفيزياء وجعلته يقرر رسوب صاحب الإجابة بدون قراءة باقي إجاباته على الأسئلة الأخرى.

الإجابة المستفزة هي : أربط الباروميتر بحبل طويل وأدلي الخيط من أعلى ناطحة السحاب حتى يمس الباروميتر الأرض. ثم أقيس طول الخيط... غضب أستاذ المادة لأن الطالب قاس له ارتفاع الناطحة بأسلوب بدائي ليس له علاقة بالباروميتر أو بالفيزياء, تظلم الطالب مؤكدا أن إجابته صحيحة 100% وحسب قوانين الجامعة عين خبير للبت في القضية ... أفاد تقرير الحكم بأن إجابة الطالب صحيحة لكنها لا تدل على معرفته بمادة الفيزياء. وتقرر إعطاء الطالب فرصة أخرى لإثبات معرفته العلمية...ثم طرح عليه الحكم نفس السؤال شفهيا.

فكر الطالب قليلا وقال: " لدي إجابات كثيرة لقياس ارتفاع الناطحة ولا أدري أيها أختار" فقال الحكم: "هات كل ما عندك"

فأجاب الطالب: يمكن إلقاء الباروميتر من أعلى ناطحة السحاب على الأرض، ويقاس الزمن الذي يستغرقه الباروميتر حتى يصل إلى الأرض، وبالتالي يمكن حساب ارتفاع الناطحة . باستخدام قانون الجاذبية الأرضية.

اذا كانت الشمس مشرقة ، يمكن قياس طول ظل الباروميتر وطول ظل ناطحة السحاب فنعرف ارتفاع الناطحة من قانون التناسب بين الطولين وبين الظلين
إذا اردنا حلا سريعا يريح عقولنا ، فإن أفضل طريقة لقياس ارتفاع الناطحة باستخدام الباروميتر هي أن نقول لحارس الناطحة : "سأعطيك هذا الباروميتر الجديد هدية إذا قلت لي كم يبلغ ارتفاع هذه الناطحة" ؟

أما إذا أردنا تعقيد الأمور فسنحسب ارتفاع الناطحة بواسطة الفرق بين الضغط الجوي على سطح الأرض وأعلى ناطحة السحاب باستخدام الباروميتر
كان الحكم ينتظر الإجابة الرابعة التي تدل على فهم الطالب لمادة الفيزياء، بينما الطالب يعتقد أن الإجابة الرابعة هي أسوأ الإجابات لأنها أصعبها وأكثرها تعقيدا.
بقي أن نقول أن اسم هذا الطالب هو " نيلز بور" وهو لم ينجح فقط في مادة الفيزياء، بل إنه الدانمركي الوحيد الذي حاز على جائزة نوبل في الفيزياء.

Real entertaining stories

Student and barometer

In physics exam at the University of Copenhagen, Denmark A exam questions came as follows: How do you determine the height of a skyscraper using a barometer (atmospheric pressure measuring device)?

The correct answer is: by measuring the difference between the atmospheric pressure on the surface of the ground and on the roof of the skyscraper.

One answer provoked a professor of physics and made him decide his failure to answer without reading the rest of his answers to the other questions.

Provocative answer is: fasten barometer a long rope and make a string from the top of the skyscraper until barometer touches the ground. Then measure the length of the thread ... the wrath of the professor because the student has a severe high Natahh primitive style has nothing to do Balbarometr or physics, the student grievance asserting that answer 100% correct, according to the laws of the university appointed an expert to decide the case ... the referee's report stated that the answer to the student true but it does not indicate his knowledge of material physics. It was decided to give students another chance to prove scientific knowledge ... and then ask him the same question the referee verbally.

The student thought a bit and said: "I have many answers to measure the height of Natahh I do not know you, I choose," he said, ruling: "Hand over all you have."

The student replied: You can take a barometer of the highest skyscraper on the ground, and measured how long it takes barometer until it reaches the ground, and therefore can calculate the height of Natahh. Using the law of gravity.

If the sun is shining, you can measure the length under the barometer and the length of the skyscraper under Venaraf high Natahh law of proportionality between the lengths and the Zlin

If we want a quick solution relieves our minds, the best way to measure the height of Natahh using the barometer is to say to guard Natahh: "I'll give you this new barometer gift if you told me How tall is this Natahh"?

But if we want to complicate matters by Natahh we'll calculate the height difference between the atmospheric pressure on the surface of the earth and the highest skyscraper using a barometer

The fourth rule is waiting to answer that indicate the student's understanding of physics, while the student is believed that the fourth answer is the worst because it answers the most difficult and most complex.

It remains to say that the name of this student is "Niels Bohr" He did not only succeed in physics, but he was the only Danish, who won the Nobel Prize in Physics.

Cried the true story of the world/قصة حقيقية ابكت العالم

Cried the true story of the world/قصة حقيقية ابكت العالم

Dedicate you this story, it is a true story cried the world romantic

Love story who cried and stunned the world

You put in your hands this story realism and who cried the world and Rzko Aaho and it's the coolest moments of fantasy story .....

This story took place in Japan between the young man and a girl

Aahqan Bedhmaahqa terrible has never been seen nor similar

They were Ashiqan working in the studio for photo development

((This is the beginning and now followed the story))

The two young men Aahqan each other reduce death and Kano always together Ivhbo public parks and take shelter of these gardens

Them from the trouble of tiring work weary in the piece studio, Kano

Ba love living the most beautiful picture is not the one that sets them apart from Bazhm can not die, Kano always pick up photographic images to Bazhm a diaper on the memories of this love parthenogenesis

... One day the young man went to the studio to acidification some pictures and when he had finished processing images and before leaving the shop arranged everything and put it in the position of the papers and materials chemical own acidification because his lover were not with him because of the Aartbatha date with her mother, and the next day came the girl to practice in the studio early in the morning and took the acidification of photos and I was her lover in yesterday's mistakes in the DNA chemical is placed over important security ....

The event unless the account while the girl was working lifted her head to take some acid and chemical suddenly ..

Sour signed her eyes and her forehead and what happened came both in the shop Msraeian it was behind them in critical condition and Asrao moved in the hospital and Bulgo Sidikhabmalk incident Omoosv .....

When her boyfriend knew Booze knew that the chemical spilled acid Who is the most dangerous acids knew she would lose her sight

((You know what he did))

I've left it and tore all the pictures Tzlo out and came out of the store does not know his friends the secret of this cruel her treatment went of his friends to the girl at the hospital to check on her Fujduha Ba his best and eyes Shi did not happen by and her forehead had surgery on her beauty and returned as they were distinct charming beauty exited the girl from the hospital and went to the shop and that published to the shop and tears poured from her eyes to what Roit boyfriend unfaithful who left Ba toughest case I tried searching for her boyfriend, but I did not find him at his home and I know the place is frequented by her boyfriend always said the same will go to the piece place Assa that I find there .. .......

I went there and I found him sitting on a chair in the garden full of trees he came up from behind and he does not know left and was considering a sigh twist

It is in her ordeal in a timely manner will of the girl to talk to him and stood in front of him exactly. She was crying and it was strange thing is that her boyfriend did not care and did not words found, displaying its mind not seen you know why .. ???????

((Can you believe it))

The boyfriend did not see it because he was blind after the girl discovered that her boyfriend got a reclined on a stick Atakta out for fear of falling

You know why?

You know why he became blind ??

Remember the when the acid spilled on the girl's eye

Remember the pictures that when he tore Tgmehm with each other?

Remember the when he came out of the shop and does not know where he went to one ??

Sidiha he went to the hospital and asked about her condition, Dr.

And said to him, Dr. he can not be considered Fa they become blind

You know what did the young man ??

I've donated her Bajunh .. Yes, I've donated her Bajunh

He preferred to be Huh blind to not to be his girlfriend is blind We have had a surgical operation during which the transfer of her eyes and succeeded and then

Stay away her boyfriend in order to live her life with another young man can delight, he is now blind did not benefit her Bshi?

What happened to the girl when he sweated it occurred on the ground, you see a blind and had tears flowing from her eyes without Angtha and walked in front of her boyfriend, he did not know of which she is the girl crying

The young man went in and went through the girl accidentally last

اهدي لكم هذه القصة فهي قصة حقيقية ابكت العالم رومانسية

قصة الحب التي ابكت واذهلت العالم

اضع بين ايديكم هذة القصة الواقعية والــتي ابكت العالم ورزكو وعيشو اللحظات لانها قصة أروع من الخيال.....

دارت هذة القصة في ألــيابان بين كل من شاب وفتاه

يعشقان بعضهماعشقا رهيبا لم يكن له مثيل ولا شبيه

وكان هؤلاء العشيقان يعملان في أستوديو لتحميض الصور

((هذة ألبداية والان تابعوا القصة))

كان هذان الشابان يعشقان بعضهما الاخر لحد الموت وكانو دائما يذهبو سويا للحدائق العامة ويأخذون من هذة الحدائق ملجأ

لهم من عناء تعب العمل المرهق في ذالك الاستوديو وكانو

يعيشون الحب با اجمل صوره فلا يستطيع احد ان يفرقهم عن بعظهم الا الموت وكانو دائما يلتقطون الصور الفوتغرافية لبعظهم حفاضا على ذكريات الحب العذري هـــذا

...وفي يوم من الايام ذهب الشاب الى الاستوديو لتحميض بعض الصور وعندما انتهى من تحميض الصور وقبل خروجه من المحل رتب كل شي ووضعه في مكانة من اوراق ومواد كيمياوية الخاصة في التحميض لان حبيبته لم تكن معه نظرا لاارتباطها بموعد مع امها وفي اليوم التالي اتت الفتاه لتمارس عملها في الاستوديو في الصباح الباكر واخذت تقوم بتحميض الصور ولاكن حبيبها في الامس اخطاء في وضع الحمض الكيمياوي فوق بمكان غير امن....

وحدث مالم يكن في الحسبان بينما كانت الفتاه تعمل رفعت رأسها لتأخذ بعض الحوامض الكيميائية وفجأة ..

وقع الحامض على عيونها وجبهتها وما حدث اتى كل من في المحل مسرعيين أليها وقد رأؤها بحاله خطرة واسرعو بنقلها في المستشفى وبلغو صديقهابذالك الحادث ألموسف .....

عندما علم صديقها بذالك عرف ان الحامض الكيميائي اللذي انسكب عليها هو اشد الاحماض خطورة فعرف انها سوف تفقد بصرها

((تعرفون ماذا فعل))

لقد تركها ومزق كل الصور التي تذكرهو بها وخرج من المحل ولا يعرف اصدقائه سر هذه المعاملة القاسية لها ذهب اصدقائه الى الفتاه بالمستشفى للاطمئنان عليها فوجدوها با احسن حال وعيونها لم يحدث بها شي وجبهتها قد اجريت لها عمليه تجميل وعاد كما كانت متميزة بجمالها الساحر خرجت الفتاه من المستشفى وذهبت الى المحل ونضرت الى المحل والدموع تصب من عيونها لما رأئت من صديقها الغير مخلص اللذي تركها با اصعب حال حاولت البحث عن صديقها ولاكن لم تجده في منزله ولاكن تعرف مكان يرتاده صديقها دائما فقالت في نفسها سأذهب الى ذالك المكان عسا ان اجده هناك .........

ذهبت هناك فوجدته جالسا على كرسي في الحديقة مليئة بالاشجار اتته من الخلف وهو لا يعلم تركها وكانت تنظر الليه بحسره

وهي في محنتها وفي حينها ارادة الفتاه ان تتحدث اليه فوقفت امامة بالظبط وهي تبكي وكان العجيب في الامر ان صديقها لم يهتم لا امرها ولم ينظر ختى اليها تعلمون لماذا ..؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

((هل تصدقون ذلك))

ان صديقها لم يراها لانه اعمى فقد اكتشفت الفتاه بعد ان نهض صديقها وهو متكأ على عصا يتخطا بها خوفا من الوقوع

اتعلمون لماذا؟

اتعلمون لماذا اصبح اعمى ؟؟

اتذكرون عندما انسكب الحامض على عين الفتاه

اتذكرون عندما مزق الصور التي تجمهم مع بعضهم ؟

اتذكرون عندما خرج من المحل ولا يعلم الى احد اين ذهب ؟؟

لقد ذهب صديها الى المستشفى وسال الدكتور عن حالتها

وقال له الدكتور انها لم تستطيع النظر فا انها تصبح عمياء

اتعلمون ماذا فعل الشاب ؟؟

لقد تـــبرع لــها بــعيونه.. نعم لقد تبرع لها بعيونه

وفضل ان يكون هوه الاعمى على ان لا تكون صديقتة هي العمياء لقد اجريت لهم عمليه جراحية تم خلالها العمليه نـــقـل عيونه لـها ونجحت هذة وبعدها

ابتعد صديقها عنها لكي تعيش حياتها مع شاب اخر يستطيع اسعادها فهو الان ضرير لم ينفعها بشي ؟

فماذا حصل للفتاه عندما عرقت ذلك وقعت على الارض وهي تراه اعمى وكانت الدموع تصب من عيونها بلا انقطها ومشى صديقها من امامها وهو لا يعلم من هي الفتاه اللتي تبكي

وذهب الشاب في طريق وذهبت الفتاه بطريق اخر

من افضل مواقع تحميل الالعاب/Download games of the best

من افضل مواقع تحميل الالعاب/Download games of the best 

siteshttp://www.zeidgh.com/

قصّة واقعيّة

قصّة واقعيّة

قالت: لو كـــانت العصمة بيــدي لطلّقــتك 20 مرّة. كانت تتحدّث هي وزوجها في مواضيع تخصّ حياتهم الزوجيّة، وفي لحظة انقلبت الأمور وتحوّلت إلى شجار، نعم فهذه ليست المرّة الأولى ولكن هذه المرّة تختلف عن مثيلاتها في السابق!! طلبت من زوجها الطّلاق؛ ممّا أدّت إلى إشعال غضبه حتّى أخرج ورقةً من جيبه وكتب عليها (نعم أنا فلان ابن فلان أؤكّد وأنا بكامل قواي العقليّة أنّني أريد زوجتي، ولا أريد التخلّي عنها، ومهما كانت الظّروف ومهما فعلت سأظلّ متمسّكاً بها، ولن أرضى بزوجةٍ أخرى غيرها تشاركني حياتي، وهي زوجتي للأبد...) وضع الزّوج الورقة في ظرف وسلّمها لزوجته وخرج من المنزل غاضباً حتّى لا تشعر بشيء. كلّ هذا والزّوجة لا تعلم ما كُتب في الورقة، وعندها شعرت بالذّنب لارتكابها هذه الغلطة وتسرّعها في طلبها؛ فالزّوجة في ورطة الآن أين تذهب؟ وماذا تقول؟ وكيف تمّ الطلاق؟... كلّ هذه الأسئلة جعلتها في دوّامةٍ وحيرةٍ من أمرها فماذا عساها تفعل؟. وما الّذي جرى وحدث؟ عاد الزّوج فجأةً إلى البيت، ودخل إلى غرفته مسرعاً من غير أن يتحدّث بأيّة كلمة. فلحقت زوجته به وطرقت الباب، فردّ عليها بصوتٍ عالٍ وبغضب: ماذا تريدين؟ فقالت له الزّوجة بصوتٍ منخفض وخائف: أرجوك قم بفتح الباب أريد التحدّث إليك، ثمّ قرّر ماذا تفعل ...!! وبعد تفكيرٍ من الزّوج قام بفتح باب الغرفة، ليجد بأنّ زوجته حزينة وتسأله أن يستفتي الشيخ؛ لأنّها نادمة كلّ الندم على فعلتها، وهي لا تقصد ما قالته. ردّ عليها الزّوج: هل أنت نادمة ومتأسّفة على ما حدث؟ فأجابته الزّوجة بصوتٍ منكسر: نعم والله إنّني لم أقصد ما قلت، وأنا نادمة كلّ الندم على ما حدث!! بعد ذلك طلب الزّوج من زوجته بأن تفتح الورقة وتنظر إلى ما بداخلها لتحكم ماذا تريد. فقامت بفتحها ولم تُصدّق ما رأت عيناها، وغمرتها الفرحة وهي تقرأ الورقة، فقامت إلى زوجها وقبّلت يديه وهي تبكي والدّموع تتناثر من عينيها وتقول بحرقة: والله إنّ هذا الدّين لعظيم؛ لأنّه جعل العصمة بيد الرّجل، ولو جعلها بيدي لكنت قد طلّقتك 20 مرّة.

من افضل المناظر الخلابة/One of the best scenic

من افضل المناظر الخلابة/One of the best scenic

Fish and freedom story

Fish and freedom story

The pot you put into it the fish was very young, and was a short while ago in the wide sea's vast, which is not bounded by anything, and found herself suddenly in a place almost no room for movement, but misfortune has forgotten the boy so on the beach and went with his family, the fish was sad too pre-occupied, looking for any way to return to the sea, did not find, I tried to jump Vvclt, then it took place quickly and tried out, Varttmt steel tip jar. Ergbha nightingale was not known why the spin and jump Thus, approached the vessel and said: O what your fish, but tired of all this spin and jump? She said the pain: Do not you see the catastrophe that hit me? Nightingale said without understanding something: calamity! Any misfortune that you are talking about, you play and you say disaster? Fish said: May God forgive, I play and I'm in this case, I play and I'm far from the sea, playing the boy has left me in this pot, and so passed without feeling Bamaba! How do I play and I'm without food? How do I play and I'm going to die after a while if I stayed away from the sea. Nightingale said, 'I'm sorry, I actually did not pay attention, I saw a beautiful vase and fish move and spin, I thought you dance with joy. She said the fish: Yes .. a bird dancing with his throat cut from the pain! Bulbul said: Each What can we do, I hope that I can reach you, but as you can see the entrance to a narrow pot, and the water in which a few, you're bigger than me, how out to you? How then carry you? Fish said: I am very confused, I do not know what to do! I love freedom, I want to go back to the beloved sea, there Sosobh as I want, I move from place to place as I want. Bulbul said: I'll try to help you, Antzerana and I'll be back shortly, nightingale flew away, until he met a group of the bathroom, asked nightingale of the bathroom to help him save the poor fish that you want to get rid of the narrow prison, which placed the boy is gone, and agreed bathroom group, and flew toward the pot and his campaign, and his estate is located in the sea, the joy of the fish is priceless as it emerges drenched to the sea lover. He jumped in the water and screamed in delight: Thank you all for what you have done, thank you, O nightingale friend, and dive into the water, singing the most beautiful song of freedom and the nation, and they have the happiness of its navy is invaluable.

STORY

At Denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound B. & M. express. In one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. Among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. The two were handcuffed together.

As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated themselves. The young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard.

"Well, Mr. Easton, if you will make me speak first, I suppose I must. Don't you ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the West?"

The younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand.

"It's Miss Fairchild," he said, with a smile. "I'll ask you to excuse the other hand; "it's otherwise engaged just at present."

He slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining "bracelet" to the left one of his companion. The glad look in the girl's eyes slowly changed to a bewildered horror. The glow faded from her cheeks. Her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress. Easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to speak again when the other forestalled him. The glum-faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes.

"You'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, I see you're acquainted with the marshall here. If you'll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll do it, and it'll make things easier for me there. He's taking me to Leavenworth prison. It's seven years for counterfeiting."

"Oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. "So that is what you are doing out here? A marshal!"

"My dear Miss Fairchild," said Easton, calmly, "I had to do something. Money has a way of taking wings unto itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with our crowd in Washington. I saw this opening in the West, and--well, a marshalship isn't quite as high a position as that of ambassador, but--"

"The ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any more. He needn't ever have done so. You ought to know that. And so now you are one of these dashing Western heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of dangers. That's different from the Washington life. You have been missed from the old crowd."

The girl's eyes, fascinated, went back, widening a little, to rest upon the glittering handcuffs.

"Don't you worry about them, miss," said the other man. "All marshals handcuff themselves to their prisoners to keep them from getting away. Mr. Easton knows his business."

"Will we see you again soon in Washington?" asked the girl.

"Not soon, I think," said Easton. "My butterfly days are over, I fear."

"I love the West," said the girl irrelevantly. Her eyes were shining softly. She looked away out the car window. She began to speak truly and simply without the gloss of style and manner: "Mamma and I spent the summer in Denver. She went home a week ago because father was slightly ill. I could live and be happy in the West. I think the air here agrees with me. Money isn't everything. But people always misunderstand things and remain stupid--"

"Say, Mr. Marshal," growled the glum-faced man. "This isn't quite fair. I'm needing a drink, and haven't had a smoke all day. Haven't you talked long enough? Take me in the smoker now, won't you? I'm half dead for a pipe."

The bound travelers rose to their feet, Easton with the same slow smile on his face.

"I can't deny a petition for tobacco," he said, lightly. "It's the one friend of the unfortunate. Good-bye, Miss Fairchild. Duty calls, you know." He held out his hand for a farewell.

"It's too bad you are not going East," she said, reclothing herself with manner and style. "But you must go on to Leavenworth, I suppose?"

"Yes," said Easton, "I must go on to Leavenworth."

The two men sidled down the aisle into the smoker.

The two passengers in a seat near by had heard most of the conversation. Said one of them: "That marshal's a good sort of chap. Some of these Western fellows are all right."

"Pretty young to hold an office like that, isn't he?" asked the other.

"Young!" exclaimed the first speaker, "why--Oh! didn't you catch on? Say--did you ever know an officer to handcuff a prisoner to his right hand?"

STORY

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.

TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
PROSECUTED

He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there," they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How selfish I have been!" he said; "now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever." He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children," said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

"But where is your little companion?" he said: "the boy I put into the tree." The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

"We don't know," answered the children; "he has gone away."

"You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow," said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like to see him!" he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all."

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?" For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

"Who hath dared to wound thee?" cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

"Nay!" answered the child; "but these are the wounds of Love."

"Who art thou?" said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, "You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise."

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

STORY

THERE were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers, who were all brothers, for they had been made out of the same old tin spoon. They shouldered arms and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue. The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words, "Tin soldiers!" uttered by a little boy, who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the box, in which they lay, was taken off. They were given him for a birthday present, and he stood at the table to set them up. The soldiers were all exactly alike, excepting one, who had only one leg; he had been left to the last, and then there was not enough of the melted tin to finish him, so they made him to stand firmly on one leg, and this caused him to be very remarkable.

The table on which the tin soldiers stood, was covered with other playthings, but the most attractive to the eye was a pretty little paper castle. Through the small windows the rooms could be seen. In front of the castle a number of little trees surrounded a piece of looking-glass, which was intended to represent a transparent lake. Swans, made of wax, swam on the lake, and were reflected in it. All this was very pretty, but the prettiest of all was a tiny little lady, who stood at the open door of the castle; she, also, was made of paper, and she wore a dress of clear muslin, with a narrow blue ribbon over her shoulders just like a scarf. In front of these was fixed a glittering tinsel rose, as large as her whole face. The little lady was a dancer, and she stretched out both her arms, and raised one of her legs so high, that the tin soldier could not see it at all, and he thought that she, like himself, had only one leg. "That is the wife for me," he thought; "but she is too grand, and lives in a castle, while I have only a box to live in, five-and-twenty of us altogether, that is no place for her. Still I must try and make her acquaintance." Then he laid himself at full length on the table behind a snuff-box that stood upon it, so that he could peep at the little delicate lady, who continued to stand on one leg without losing her balance. When evening came, the other tin soldiers were all placed in the box, and the people of the house went to bed. Then the playthings began to have their own games together, to pay visits, to have sham fights, and to give balls. The tin soldiers rattled in their box; they wanted to get out and join the amusements, but they could not open the lid. The nut-crackers played at leap-frog, and the pencil jumped about the table. There was such a noise that the canary woke up and began to talk, and in poetry too. Only the tin soldier and the dancer remained in their places. She stood on tiptoe, with her legs stretched out, as firmly as he did on his one leg. He never took his eyes from her for even a moment. The clock struck twelve, and, with a bounce, up sprang the lid of the snuff-box; but, instead of snuff, there jumped up a little black goblin; for the snuff-box was a toy puzzle.

"Tin soldier," said the goblin, "don't wish for what does not belong to you.

But the tin soldier pretended not to hear.

"Very well; wait till to-morrow, then," said the goblin.

When the children came in the next morning, they placed the tin soldier in the window. Now, whether it was the goblin who did it, or the draught, is not known, but the window flew open, and out fell the tin soldier, heels over head, from the third story, into the street beneath. It was a terrible fall; for he came head downwards, his helmet and his bayonet stuck in between the flagstones, and his one leg up in the air. The servant maid and the little boy went down stairs directly to look for him; but he was nowhere to be seen, although once they nearly trod upon him. If he had called out, "Here I am," it would have been all right, but he was too proud to cry out for help while he wore a uniform.

Presently it began to rain, and the drops fell faster and faster, till there was a heavy shower. When it was over, two boys happened to pass by, and one of them said, "Look, there is a tin soldier. He ought to have a boat to sail in."

So they made a boat out of a newspaper, and placed the tin soldier in it, and sent him sailing down the gutter, while the two boys ran by the side of it, and clapped their hands. Good gracious, what large waves arose in that gutter! and how fast the stream rolled on! for the rain had been very heavy. The paper boat rocked up and down, and turned itself round sometimes so quickly that the tin soldier trembled; yet he remained firm; his countenance did not change; he looked straight before him, and shouldered his musket. Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which formed a part of a drain, and then it was as dark as the tin soldier's box.

"Where am I going now?" thought he. "This is the black goblin's fault, I am sure. Ah, well, if the little lady were only here with me in the boat, I should not care for any darkness."

Suddenly there appeared a great water-rat, who lived in the drain.

"Have you a passport?" asked the rat, "give it to me at once." But the tin soldier remained silent and held his musket tighter than ever. The boat sailed on and the rat followed it. How he did gnash his teeth and cry out to the bits of wood and straw, "Stop him, stop him; he has not paid toll, and has not shown his pass." But the stream rushed on stronger and stronger. The tin soldier could already see daylight shining where the arch ended. Then he heard a roaring sound quite terrible enough to frighten the bravest man. At the end of the tunnel the drain fell into a large canal over a steep place, which made it as dangerous for him as a waterfall would be to us. He was too close to it to stop, so the boat rushed on, and the poor tin soldier could only hold himself as stiffly as possible, without moving an eyelid, to show that he was not afraid. The boat whirled round three or four times, and then filled with water to the very edge; nothing could save it from sinking. He now stood up to his neck in water, while deeper and deeper sank the boat, and the paper became soft and loose with the wet, till at last the water closed over the soldier's head. He thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again, and the words of the song sounded in his ears- - 

"Farewell, warrior! ever brave,

Drifting onward to thy grave." -

Then the paper boat fell to pieces, and the soldier sank into the water and immediately afterwards was swallowed up by a great fish. Oh how dark it was inside the fish! A great deal darker than in the tunnel, and narrower too, but the tin soldier continued firm, and lay at full length shouldering his musket. The fish swam to and fro, making the most wonderful movements, but at last he became quite still. After a while, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through him, and then the daylight approached, and a voice cried out, "I declare here is the tin soldier." The fish had been caught, taken to the market and sold to the cook, who took him into the kitchen and cut him open with a large knife. She picked up the soldier and held him by the waist between her finger and thumb, and carried him into the room. They were all anxious to see this wonderful soldier who had travelled about inside a fish; but he was not at all proud. They placed him on the table, and- how many curious things do happen in the world!- there he was in the very same room from the window of which he had fallen, there were the same children, the same playthings, standing on the table, and the pretty castle with the elegant little dancer at the door; she still balanced herself on one leg, and held up the other, so she was as firm as himself. It touched the tin soldier so much to see her that he almost wept tin tears, but he kept them back. He only looked at her and they both remained silent. Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and threw him into the stove. He had no reason for doing so, therefore it must have been the fault of the black goblin who lived in the snuff-box. The flames lighted up the tin soldier, as he stood, the heat was very terrible, but whether it proceeded from the real fire or from the fire of love he could not tell. Then he could see that the bright colors were faded from his uniform, but whether they had been washed off during his journey or from the effects of his sorrow, no one could say. He looked at the little lady, and she looked at him. He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burnt black as a cinder.

Threads sweet and strange

Threads sweet and strange

These are some wacky and wonderful things that I read and I wanted to share with you ..

State without the kids !!

Can you imagine that there are countries in this world without children? !!!

The answer is ... yes ..

The only country in the world where you can not hear the crying or laughter of children is the Vatican ..

Because it does not generate any child and that the absence of married already !!!

With a population of 1,000 people, only ..

And most of them monks and nuns who deprive themselves of marriage ..

Tnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam not since .... ?? !!!

Woman from Ho Chi Minh City South Vietnam ..

Its name (T Lee Hang) at the age of 54 years ..

She said she had not slept in 31 years ..

And they tried to commit suicide twice because of this painful disease ..

Which doctors described as a very rare ..

She said she had lost the ability to sleep in (in 1965) after the birth of her first child ..

And failed to oriental medicine and all the diverse Western medicine and palliative in restoring sleep to it ..

They spend the night in doing household chores !!!

Father Qaaasa !!

Is it parents so harshly ?? !!!

In the State of imprisonment of two parents Alorjoa their son for 14 years ..

This is because Amos ** girl when he was nine years old ..

Habsah in a single room inside the house never leave !!

This has been a long-felt imprisoned named (Oscar Navarro) until he arrived at his waist ..

And grown a beard and long fingernails .. and began to fatigue him !!

His parents did not stop at jail ..

But they did not talk with him throughout the fourteen years he spent locked ..

(Iaaaaaaaahram O Oscar) ..

When the parents decided to launch the release of their son ..

There was no place for him only psychiatric hospital !!

((For their father to Abu upbringing and God God suffices them Maysoy it))

Hlq Mzoaaj

Barber married Yugoslavian ..

At the age of seventy-ninth ..

25 times in one year !!!

in Philippines !!

I met a woman on a man in one hour and a half days a ..

And then proposed marriage to her in the third hour and a half ..

Then marrying at seven o'clock in the day ..

Half an hour later fell out and went to each one separate ways ..

Women and came to the court seeking a divorce ..!

Tallest woman

Tallest woman mentioned history is Maria Vida ..

Where length was 255 cm !!!!

She died in Berlin ..

Seventh and did not exceed the age of !!!!!

((Questionable this news))

Sofia Almosowomh

(Sofia RIA Wolf) ..

I ordered a famous tattooed to draw a picture of her husband on her tongue Kalom ..

Because she was the cause of his death continued Ptzmrha and tongue Asulait !!!!

Awkward Almjnoonh

Woman lame and wealthy of Barcelona ..

Recommended amount (500 francs) for each lame walking in the funeral !!!

Chinese chives

Muammar name of China (ah _ Kwai) ..

CANSO from the city ..

He saw with his own eyes grandchildren until the tenth generation ..

He knew son son son son son son son son son's son !!!!!

He lived in an era (golden happiness) !!!

When the Chinese emperor at the time looking for the happiest man in the empire ..

This gave him the grandfather founder of the big family ..

It was him (130) grandchildren years (1790) !!!

Stronger human voice

Stronger human voice was English man ..

He died in the eighth decade of his age ..

He was standing at his ranch, about three kilometers from his home ..

Then calling his wife (Prepare dinner) ..

Once the house up to find everything ready in waiting !!!!

((Rjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal))

Stop heartbeat

I was unable to Gen. (Taunzind) Londoners known ..

Monitor his heart and domination it ..

And stopped on demand !!!!

Have a look at this, Drs Alanclaizaan The famous (Chien) and (Bayard) ..

Officially Sgelah in their report .. !!

One day, the general movement of his heart stopped for half an hour ..

But he died after eight days !!!

Professional imitator

A person named (Percy Edwards) ..

You can imitate the animals, insects and bird sounds ..

And a third managed seventy-year-old son ..

To imitate the sound of the voice of the votes of eight hundred different birds !!

It is strange what happened to his friends took him on a trip to the mountains of America ..

To watch the magnificent beautiful scenery ..

And got everyone out of the car ..

The risk in mind to launch a voice as voices bears but earned himself !!

When he returned as he saw them as they fled by car !!!!

Stitches Aldbaaaapit

Of popular entertainments exotic common among residents of the area (Vottafa) in Bohemia ..

Pins match stitches to know better (Mudbsh) human !!!!

It has been able to (Bagro) the king of one of the local gypsy tribes ..

To beat the record of the year (1938) and so Pegrzh (3200) pin in the arm ..

And keep it for 31 hours straight ..

Since then no one has been able to break the record ..

As no one so he could before !!

Faster punch !!

(Muhammad Ali) months the heroes of the modern era in boxing ..

During one of their games sent a quick blow with his left hand to his opponent ..

And after seventy centimeters reached speeds close to (900 km) per hour ..

Surprised everyone except the opponent, who lost consciousness and was taken to hospital !!!!!

Halomrikan crazy !!

Msaloa contract security in the Bank of Virginia session to study how to protect the security staff ..

After a series of armed robberies ..

Dispute has raged between them to the point where they exchanged fire ..

Killing one guard and wounding three !!!!!

Egypt's military

The military in Egypt on a high degree of cruelty and harshness ..

So that the wanted men, by lottery ..

They were baptized into one of the gouge their eyes to get rid of the service !!!

But (great Muhammad Ali), the ruler of Egypt at the time the year (1840) ..

Be aware that the trick employed by some ..

It resorted to the creation of two battalions in the Egyptian army ..

Consisting of Oran Zlta more than fifty years !!!