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Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a little girl named Rose. She was known for always wearing a red cloak and a hood, and she loved to wrap herself in a cozy shawl. One evening, Rose's grandmother fell ill and asked her to bring a special night cup to help her feel better. As Rose set off through the dark forest, she encountered a sly wolf who tried to trick her. However, Rose was clever and quickly grabbed an axe from her basket, scaring the wolf away. She continued on her way and safely delivered the night cup to her grandmother, who was grateful for her bravery. From that day on, Rose learned to always be cautious in the forest, but she was proud of herself for helping her grandmother.
Dịch sang tiếng việt
Một ngày nọ, người nông dân cảm thấy lo lắng vì mùa màng của mình liên tục bị chim ăn. Do đó, ông ta đặt một cái bẫy chim.
Ngày hôm sau, ông bắt ngay được một đàn chim. Một con sếu cũng bị mắc vào trong lưới. Con sếu cầu xin người nông dân thả mình ra.
Nhưng người nông dân vặn lại: "Nhà người bị bắt gặp cùng với lũ chim này, và lũ chim này ăn hạt của ta. Do đó ta sẽ không tha cho nhà ngươi".
One day, the farmer was worried because his crops were constantly being eaten by birds. To do that, he put a trap bird. The next day, he started as a bird. A crane is also stuck in the net. The boy asks the farmer to leave. But the farmer hurried, "Your house is caught up with these birds, and the birds eat this grain, so do not do it for your house."
Bài viết 1: Viết một đoạn văn miêu tả về người bạn thân (Nữ):
My best friend in high school is Lan. Lan sits next to me in class, eats with me at break time, and hangs out with me after school. She has long and beautiful hair; my mother always says that I need to pay more attention to my hair so it can be pretty as hers. I am good at English while Lan is excellent in Math, therefore we can help each other every time one of us has trouble in understanding those subjects. Besides our study, Lan is always by my side whenever I feel upset. I tell her everything, and only her can know my true feelings. We have been best friends since our young age, and I will keep this friendship forever.
Dịch:
Bạn thân nhất ở trường của tôi là Lan. Lan ngồi cạnh tôi trong lớp, ăn cùng tôi vào giờ giải lao, và cùng đi chơi với tôi sau giờ tan trường. Cô ấy có mái tóc dài và đẹp, mẹ tôi luôn bảo rằng tôi cần chú ý đến mái tóc của tôi nhiều hơn để nó có thể được đẹp như tóc Lan. Tôi giỏi tiếng Anh còn Lan giỏi Toán, vậy nên chúng tôi có thể giúp đỡ lẫn nhau mỗi khi một trong hai chúng tôi gặp rắc rối trong những môn đó. Bên cạnh việc học, Lan luôn bên cạnh tôi mỗi khi tôi buồn. Tôi kể Lan nghe nghe mọi thứ, và chỉ có Lan biết được cảm giác thật sự của tôi. Chúng tôi đã là bạn kể từ khi cả hai còn nhỏ, và tôi sẽ giữ tình bạn này mãi mãi.
Bài viết 2: Viết một đoạn văn miêu tả về người bạn thân (Nữ):
Vocabulary:
- Project (n): Dự án.
- Since forever: Từ rất lâu, lâu đến không thể nhớ được.
I have a best friend named Nha, we have been together since we were just little kids. She has beautiful bright skin and big black eyes. We have a lot of things in common, such as we love the same band, food and books. She and I even share the same name, and it is a small surprise for anyone who has talked to us. Nha is not my classmate, but we always help each other with the homework and school projects. We spend every minute in our break time to talk about all the things that happen in class, and people usually ask what can even makes us laugh that hard. Sometimes I think it is we have been best mates since forever, and I hope that we will be happy this for a very long time.
Dịch:
Tôi có một người bạn thân tên Nhã, chúng tôi đã chơi cùng nhau kể từ khi còn là những đứa trẻ. Cô ấy có một làn da trắng rất đẹp và đôi mắt lo đen láy. Chúng tôi có nhiều điểm chung, ví dụ như tôi và cậu ấy thích chung một ban nhạc, thức ăn và sách. Tôi và cô ấy thậm chí còn có chung tên, và đó là một điều ngạc nhiên nhỏ cho những ai từng nói chuyện với chúng tôi. Nhã không phải là bạn chung lớp với tôi, nhưng chúng tôi luôn giúp đỡ nhau làm bài tập về nhà và những dự án của trường. Chúng tôi dành từng phút của giờ nghỉ trưa để nói về mọi chuyện ở lớp, và mọi người thường thắc mắc điều gì có thể khiến hai chúng tôi cười nhiều đến vậy. Đôi khi tôi nghĩ rằng chúng tôi đã là bạn thân từ rất lâu rồi, và tôi hy vọng chúng tôi sẽ luôn vui vẻ như thế thật lâu nữa.
Bạn tham khảo nhé :
Favorite book and then the series "Doraemon" by Fujiko Fujio. The series told the cat from the future into the past Doremon same friends and help Nobita in the security context miracle. The main character is Doremon with your group Nobita, Shizuka, Xeko, Chaien. Extremely interesting story, engage the reader with the hilarious, witty, and full of magic. But it is also part of suspense through risky adventure of your group. The series is divided into two categories: short stories and novels. I enjoyed the long story, it's about the adventures in a strange land or through time times exciting but dangerous, and the group must go through many difficulties and from there we saw noble friendship bunch of kids. When I read the story I kept imagining myself as the character in that book that I could not put down. And I learned a lot from it especially friendships! If you have not read it try to read offline sure you will it.
Bài dịch:
Cuốn sách yêu thích của tôi là bộ truyện " Doremon" của tác giả Fujiko Fujio. Bộ truyện nói về chú mèo máy đến từ tương lai Doremon trở về quá khứ cùng kết bạn và giúp đỡ Nobita bằng những bảo bối thần kỳ. Nhân vật chính là Doremon cùng với nhóm bạn Nobita, shizuka, Xeko, Chaien. Câu chuyện vô cùng thú vị, lôi cuốn người đọc bằng sự vui nhộn, hóm hỉnh, và đầy phép màu. Nhưng cũng không kém phần hồi hộp qua những chuyến phiêu lưu đầy mạo hiểm của nhóm bạn. Bộ truyện được phân ra làm hai loại: truyện ngắn và truyện dài. Tôi rất thích bộ truyện dài, nó viết về những cuộc phiêu lưu ở miền đất lạ hay những lần xuyên thời gian thú vị nhưng đầy nguy hiểm và cả nhóm phải trải qua nhiều khó khăn và từ đó chúng ta thấy được tình bạn cao quý của đám nhóc. Khi tôi đọc truyện tôi cứ tưởng tượng chính mình là nhân vật trong đó, cuốn truyện khiến tôi không thể bỏ xuống được. Và tôi học được nhiều điều từ nó nhất là tình bạn! Nếu như bạn chưa đọc nó hãy thử đọc nhé chắc chắn bạn sẽ thích nó.
Chúc bạn học tốt !
1. I should do exercise every morning.
2. I should study hard.
3. I should help poor people.
4. I should plant trees.
5. I should eat vegetables.
1. I shouldn't cheat at exam.
2. I shouldn't play computer games too much.
3. l shouldn't fight .
4. I shouldn't play football on the pavement.
5. I shouldn't talk in class.
I should study hard
I should play the sport more
I should eat dairy product
I should save energy
I should recycle the rubbish
I shouldn't play with the fire
I shouldn't use the electricity too much
I shouldn't play computer game to much
I shouldn't touch the stove
rong môn Tiếng Việt của Tiểu học, em đã được học và được tìm hiểu rất nhiều những câu chuyện hay và có ý nghĩa. Trong những câu chuyện đó em thích nhất là nhân vật Mị Nương trong truyền thuyết “Sơn Tinh Thủy Tinh”.
Mị Nương là con gái của vua Hùng vương thứ mười tám, nàng là một công chúa với vẻ đẹp tuyệt sắc. Dáng người nàng thon thả, yểu điệu tựa cành liễu. Mị Nương nàng sở hữu làn da trắng ngần như những bông tuyết tinh khôi rơi trên đỉnh ngọn núi cao kia. Khuôn mặt trái xoan của nàng luôn mang một vẻ e thẹn có thể đánh đổ trái tim bất cứ chàng trai nào.
Mái tóc nàng đen nhánh, đổ dài như dòng suối mát tạo cho nàng vẻ thùy mị và dịu dàng đến không ngờ. Sống mũi dọc dừa cao thẳng, đôi mắt bồ câu xinh đẹp cùng đôi môi hồng nhuận như bông hoa đào vào mùa xuân kết hợp hài hòa với nhau. Đôi mắt của nàng như biết nói biết cười, sinh động và linh hoạt nhưng lại làm cho người đối diện không cảm thấy chán ghét, mà ngược lại còn có vẻ thân thiện cùng gần gũi.
Mị Nương có một giọng nói trong trẻo như tiếng chuông ngân, mỗi khi nàng cất tiếng hát thì kể cả những chú sơn ca cũng phải dừng lại để thưởng thức giọng hát êm dịu ấy. Mị Nương sở hữu một đôi bàn tay ngọc ngà với những ngón tay tháp bút hồng hào, mỗi khi nàng chạm tay vào một bông hoa, bông hoa cũng dường như cảm thấy xấu hổ khi đối diện với vẻ đẹp của nàng. Chính vì vẻ đẹp ấy mà không biết bao nhiêu chàng trai đã đến xin cầu hôn công chúa khi nàng đến tuổi cập kê.
Theo truyền thuyết, trong tất cả những người đến cầu hôn nàng có hai người được mệnh danh là “vị thần của biển khơi” và “vị thần núi Tản Viên”. Phải, đó không ai khác chính là Sơn Tinh và Thủy Tinh, sau cả tháng trời đánh nhau ác liệt cuối cùng Sơn Tinh cũng đưa được Mị Nương về núi, đánh bại Thủy Tinh. Hai người bọn họ ai cũng muốn có được Mị Nương còn không phải vì sắc đẹp của nàng sao? Không những có được sắc đẹp trời cho mà Mị Nương còn rất giỏi cầm kì thi họa, nữ công gia chánh.
Mị Nương nàng là một một người giản dị, không ích kỉ, không vụ lợi, trong sáng và biết lo lắng cho mọi người. Nàng luôn giúp đỡ những người dân trong thành bằng tất cả năng lực của mình nhưng lại chưa từng đòi hỏi họ phải cho nàng một thứ gì, nàng không kiêu ngạo, không kênh kiệu, luôn kính trên nhường dưới. Mị Nương là một nàng công chúa mẫu mực và nhân hậu mà dân chúng vô cùng yêu quý và biết ơn.
Em rất yêu quý nàng công chúa Mị Nương bởi nàng vừa xinh đẹp lại nết na và vô cùng nhân hậu. Em mong một người như nàng sẽ có một cuộc sống thật hạnh phúc bên đức lang quân cùng những đứa con dễ thương.
Chắc hẳn các bạn vẫn còn nhớ câu chuyện Nàng tiên Ốc được học ở lớp Bốn. Nàng tiên hoá thân trong vỏ của con ốc và được một bà lão nông dân mang về nuôi.
Nàng tiên Ốc mới đẹp làm sao! Dáng người thanh mảnh, bước đi mềm mại, uyển chuyển. Làn da nàng trắng mịn như tuyết. Khuôn mặt trái xoan xinh đẹp, hiền hậu và dịu dàng. Dưới cặp mi cong vút là đôi mắt bồ câu sáng long lanh. Đôi môi hình trái tim lúc nào cũng đỏ mọng. Nàng mặc một bộ váy màu xanh nước biển, có thắt một chiếc đai màu trắng càng tăng thêm vẻ duyên dáng của nàng.
Hằng ngày, nàng từ trong vỏ ốc chui ra giúp bà lão quét dọn nhà cửa nấu cơm, nhặt cỏ vườn và cho lợn ăn. Động tác của nàng nhanh nhẹn, bước đi của nàng như lướt trên mặt đất. Những công việc nàng làm chẳng mấy chốc là xong. Cơm nàng nấu rất khéo và ngon. Đàn lợn dưới tay nàng chăm sóc lớn nhanh như thổi. Vườn rau tươi ngày càng xanh tốt.
Mỗi lần đi làm đồng về, bà lão nông dân vô cùng ngạc nhiên không biết ai đã giúp mình. Một lần bà giả vờ ra đồng rồi quay trở về, bà bắt gặp nàng tiên Ốc, bà sững sờ trước sắc đẹp lộng lẫy của nàng, bà vội chạy ngay ra chum nước và đập vỡ vỏ ốc đi. Thấy động, nàng tiên Ốc định chạy lại chum nước nhưng bà lão đã ôm chầm lấy nàng. Từ đó, nàng trở thành người con hiếu thảo, ngoan ngoãn của bà cụ. Hai mẹ con sống hạnh phúc bên nhau.
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she’d had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she’d not been able to find again, and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.
Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year’s eve. Yes, she thought of that!
In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.
Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.
She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant’s home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.
“Now someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.
She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.
“Grandmother!” cried the child. “Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!”
And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.
But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year’s sun rose upon a little pathe figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.
“She wanted to warm herself,” the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.
_Hok tốt_
The fisherman and the flounder
Once upon a time there were a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a filthy shack near the sea. Every day the fisherman went out fishing, and he fished, and he fished. Once he was sitting there fishing and looking into the clear water, and he sat, and he sat. Then his hook went to the bottom, deep down, and when he pulled it out, he had caught a large flounder.
Then the flounder said to him, “Listen, fisherman, I beg you to let me live. I am not an ordinary flounder, but an enchanted prince. How will it help you to kill me? I would not taste good to you. Put me back into the water, and let me swim.”
“Well,” said the man, “there’s no need to say more. I can certainly let a fish swim away who knows how to talk.”
With that he put it back into the clear water, and the flounder disappeared to the bottom, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in the filthy shack.
“Husband,” said the woman, “didn’t you catch anything today?”
“No,” said the man. “I caught a flounder, but he told me that he was an enchanted prince, so I let him swim away.”
“Didn’t you ask for anything first?” said the woman.
“No,” said the man. “What should I have asked for?”
“Oh,” said the woman. “It is terrible living in this shack. It stinks and is filthy. You should have asked for a little cottage for us. Go back and call him. Tell him that we want to have a little cottage. He will surely give it to us.”
“Oh,” said the man. “Why should I go back there?”
“Look,” said the woman, “you did catch him, and then you let him swim away. He will surely do this for us. Go right now.”
The man did not want to go, but neither did he want to oppose his wife, so he went back to the sea.
When he arrived there it was no longer clear, but yellow and green. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
The flounder swam up and said, “What does she want then?”
“Oh,” said the man, “I did catch you, and now my wife says that I really should have asked for something. She doesn’t want to live in a filthy shack any longer. She would to have a cottage.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She already has it.”
The man went home, and his wife was standing in the door of a cottage, and she said to him, “Come in. See, now isn’t this much better?”
There was a little front yard, and a beautiful little parlor, and a bedroom where their bed was standing, and a kitchen, and a dining room. Everything was beautifully furnished and supplied with tin and brass utensils, just as it should be. And outside there was a little yard with chickens and ducks and a garden with vegetables and fruit.
“Look,” said the woman. “Isn’t this nice?”
“Yes,” said the man. “This is quite enough. We can live here very well.”
“We will think about that,” said the woman.
Then they ate something and went to bed.
Everything went well for a week or two, and then the woman said, “Listen, husband. This cottage is too small. The yard and the garden are too little. The flounder could have given us a larger house. I would to live in a large stone palace. Go back to the flounder and tell him to give us a palace.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “the cottage is good enough. Why would we want to live in a palace?”
“I know why,” said the woman. “Now you just go. The flounder can do that.”
“Now, wife, the flounder has just given us the cottage. I don’t want to go back so soon. It may make the flounder angry.”
“Just go,” said the woman. “He can do it, and he won’t mind doing it. Just go.”
The man’s heart was heavy, and he did not want to go. He said to himself, “This is not right,” but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea the water was purple and dark blue and gray and dense, and no longer green and yellow. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man sadly, “my wife wants to live in a stone palace.”
“Go home. She’s already standing before the door,” said the flounder.
Then the man went his way, thinking he was going home, but when he arrived, standing there was a large stone palace. His wife was standing on the stairway, about to enter.
Taking him by the hand, she said, “Come inside.”
He went inside with her. Inside the palace there was a large front hallway with a marble floor. Numerous servants opened up the large doors for them. The walls were all white and covered with beautiful tapestry. In the rooms there were chairs and tables of pure gold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings. The rooms and chambers all had carpets. Food and the very best wine overloaded the tables until they almost collapsed. Outside the house there was a large courtyard with the very best carriages and stalls for horses and cows. Furthermore there was a magnificent garden with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees and a pleasure forest a good half mile long, with elk and deer and hares and everything that anyone could possibly want.
“Now,” said the woman, “isn’t this nice?”
“Oh, yes” said the man. “This is quite enough. We can live in this beautiful palace and be satisfied.”
“We’ll think about it,” said the woman. “Let’s sleep on it.” And with that they went to bed.
The next morning the woman woke up first. It was just daylight, and from her bed she could see the magnificent landscape before her. Her husband was just starting to stir when she poked him in the side with her elbow and said, “Husband, get up and look out the window. Look, couldn’t we be king over all this land?”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “why would we want to be king? I don’t want to be king.”
“Well,” said the woman, “even if you don’t want to be king, I want to be king.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “why do you want to be king? I don’t want to tell him that.”
“Why not?” said the woman, “Go there immediately. I must be king.”
So the man, saddened because his wife wanted to be king, went back.
“This is not right, not right at all,” thought the man. He did not want to go, but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea it was dark gray, and the water heaved up from below and had a foul smell. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then,” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man, “she wants to be king.”
“Go home. She is already king,” said the flounder.
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the palace had become much larger, with a tall tower and magnificent decorations. Sentries stood outside the door, and there were so many soldiers, and drums, and trumpets. When he went inside everything was of pure marble and gold with velvet covers and large golden tassels. Then the doors to the great hall opened up, and there was the entire court. His wife was sitting on a high throne of gold and diamonds. She was wearing a large golden crown, and in her hand was a scepter of pure gold and precious stones. On either side of her there stood a line of maids-in-waiting, each one a head shorter than the other.
“Oh, wife, are you now king?”
“Yes,” she said, “now I am king.”
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while he said, “Wife, it is very nice that you are king. Now we don’t have to wish for anything else.”
“No, husband,” she said, becoming restless. “Time is on my hands. I cannot stand it any longer. Go to the flounder. I am king, but now I must become emperor.”
“Oh, wife” said the man, “Why do you want to become emperor?”
“Husband,” she said, “go to the flounder. I want to be emperor.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “he cannot make you emperor. I cannot tell the flounder to do that. There is only one emperor in the realm. The flounder cannot make you emperor. He cannot do that.”
“What!” said the woman. “I am king, and you are my husband. Are you going? Go there immediately. If he can make me king then he can make me emperor. I want to be and have to be emperor. Go there immediately.”
So he had to go. As he went on his way the frightened man thought to himself, “This is not going to end well. To ask to be emperor is shameful. The flounder is going to get tired of this.”
With that he arrived at the sea. The water was all black and dense and boiling up from within. A strong wind blew over him that curdled the water. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh, flounder,” he said, “my wife wants to become emperor.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She is already emperor.”
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the entire palace was made of polished marble with alabaster statues and golden decoration. Soldiers were marching outside the gate, blowing trumpets and beating tympani and drums. Inside the house, barons and counts and dukes were walking around servants. They opened the doors for him, which were made of pure gold. He went inside where his wife was sitting on a throne made of one piece of gold a good two miles high, and she was wearing a large golden crown that was three yards high, all set with diamonds and carbuncles. In the one hand she had a scepter, and in the other the imperial orb. Bodyguards were standing in two rows at her sides: each one smaller than the other, beginning with the largest giant and ending with the littlest dwarf, who was no larger than my little finger. Many princes and dukes were standing in front of her.
The man went and stood among them and said, “Wife, are you emperor now?”
“Yes,” she said, “I am emperor.”
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while, he said, “Wife, it is very nice that you are emperor.”
“Husband,” she said. “Why are you standing there? Now that I am emperor, and I want to become pope.”
“Oh, wife!” said the man. “What do you not want? There is only one pope in all Christendom. He cannot make you pope.”
“Husband,” she said, “I want to become pope. Go there immediately. I must become pope this very day.”
“No, wife,” he said, “I cannot tell him that. It will come to no good. That is too much. The flounder cannot make you pope.”
“Husband, what nonsense!” said the woman. “If he can make me emperor, then he can make me pope as well. Go there immediately. I am emperor, and you are my husband. Are you going?”
Then the frightened man went. He felt sick all over, and his knees and legs were shaking, and the wind was blowing over the land, and clouds flew by as the darkness of evening fell. Leaves blew from the trees, and the water roared and boiled as it crashed onto the shore. In the distance he could see ships, shooting distress signals as they tossed and turned on the waves. There was a little blue in the middle of the sky, but on all sides it had turned red, as in a terrible lightning storm. Full of despair he stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man, “she wants to become pope.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She is already pope.”
Then he went home, and when he arrived there, there was a large church surrounded by nothing but palaces. He forced his way through the crowd. Inside everything was illuminated with thousands and thousands of lights, and his wife was clothed in pure gold and sitting on a much higher throne. She was wearing three large golden crowns. She was surrounded with church- splendor, and at her sides there were two banks of candles. The largest was as thick and as tall as the largest tower, down to the smallest kitchen candle. And all the emperors and kings were kneeling before her kissing her slipper.
“Wife,” said the man, giving her a good look, “are you pope now?”
“Yes,” she said, “I am pope.”
Then he stood there looking at her, and it was as if he were looking into the bright sun. After he had looked at her for a while he said, “Wife, It is good that you are pope!”
She stood there as stiff as a tree, neither stirring nor moving.
Then he said, “Wife, be satisfied now that you are pope. There is nothing else that you can become.”
“I have to think about that,” said the woman.
Then they both went to bed, but she was not satisfied. Her desires would not let her sleep. She kept thinking what she wanted to become next.
The man slept well and soundly, for he had run about a lot during the day, but the woman could not sleep at all, but tossed and turned from one side to the other all night long, always thinking about what she could become, but she could not think of anything.
Then the sun was about to rise, and when she saw the early light of dawn she sat up in bed and watched through the window as the sun came up.
“Aha,” she thought. “Could not I cause the sun and the moon to rise?”
“Husband,” she said, poking him in the ribs with her elbow, “wake up and go back to the flounder. I want to become God.”
The man, who was still mostly asleep, was so startled that he fell out of bed. He thought that he had misunderstood her, so, rubbing his eyes, he said, “Wife, what did you say?”
“Husband,” she said, “I cannot stand it when I see the sun and the moon rising, and I cannot cause them to do so. I will not have a single hour of peace until I myself can cause them to rise.”
She looked at him so gruesomely that he shuddered.
“Go there immediately. I want to become God.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, falling on his knees before her, “the flounder cannot do that. He can make you emperor and pope, but I beg you, be satisfied and remain pope.”
Anger fell over her. Her hair flew wildly about her head. Tearing open her bodice she kicked him with her foot and shouted, “I cannot stand it! I cannot stand it any longer! Go there immediately!”
He put on his trousers and ran off a madman.
Outside such a storm was raging that he could hardly stand on his feet. Houses and trees were blowing over. The mountains were shaking, and boulders were rolling from the cliffs into the sea. The sky was as black as pitch. There was thunder and lightning. In the sea there were great black waves as high as church towers and mountains, all capped with crowns of white foam.
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” he said, “she wants to become God.”
“Go home. She is sitting in her filthy shack again.”
And they are sitting there even today.
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Once upon a time there were a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a filthy shack near the sea. Every day the fisherman went out fishing, and he fished, and he fished. Once he was sitting there fishing and looking into the clear water, and he sat, and he sat. Then his hook went to the bottom, deep down, and when he pulled it out, he had caught a large flounder.
Then the flounder said to him, “Listen, fisherman, I beg you to let me live. I am not an ordinary flounder, but an enchanted prince. How will it help you to kill me? I would not taste good to you. Put me back into the water, and let me swim.”
“Well,” said the man, “there’s no need to say more. I can certainly let a fish swim away who knows how to talk.”
With that he put it back into the clear water, and the flounder disappeared to the bottom, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in the filthy shack.
“Husband,” said the woman, “didn’t you catch anything today?”
“No,” said the man. “I caught a flounder, but he told me that he was an enchanted prince, so I let him swim away.”
“Didn’t you ask for anything first?” said the woman.
“No,” said the man. “What should I have asked for?”
“Oh,” said the woman. “It is terrible living in this shack. It stinks and is filthy. You should have asked for a little cottage for us. Go back and call him. Tell him that we want to have a little cottage. He will surely give it to us.”
“Oh,” said the man. “Why should I go back there?”
“Look,” said the woman, “you did catch him, and then you let him swim away. He will surely do this for us. Go right now.”
The man did not want to go, but neither did he want to oppose his wife, so he went back to the sea.
When he arrived there it was no longer clear, but yellow and green. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
The flounder swam up and said, “What does she want then?”
“Oh,” said the man, “I did catch you, and now my wife says that I really should have asked for something. She doesn’t want to live in a filthy shack any longer. She would to have a cottage.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She already has it.”
The man went home, and his wife was standing in the door of a cottage, and she said to him, “Come in. See, now isn’t this much better?”
There was a little front yard, and a beautiful little parlor, and a bedroom where their bed was standing, and a kitchen, and a dining room. Everything was beautifully furnished and supplied with tin and brass utensils, just as it should be. And outside there was a little yard with chickens and ducks and a garden with vegetables and fruit.
“Look,” said the woman. “Isn’t this nice?”
“Yes,” said the man. “This is quite enough. We can live here very well.”
“We will think about that,” said the woman.
Then they ate something and went to bed.
Everything went well for a week or two, and then the woman said, “Listen, husband. This cottage is too small. The yard and the garden are too little. The flounder could have given us a larger house. I would to live in a large stone palace. Go back to the flounder and tell him to give us a palace.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “the cottage is good enough. Why would we want to live in a palace?”
“I know why,” said the woman. “Now you just go. The flounder can do that.”
“Now, wife, the flounder has just given us the cottage. I don’t want to go back so soon. It may make the flounder angry.”
“Just go,” said the woman. “He can do it, and he won’t mind doing it. Just go.”
The man’s heart was heavy, and he did not want to go. He said to himself, “This is not right,” but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea the water was purple and dark blue and gray and dense, and no longer green and yellow. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man sadly, “my wife wants to live in a stone palace.”
“Go home. She’s already standing before the door,” said the flounder.
Then the man went his way, thinking he was going home, but when he arrived, standing there was a large stone palace. His wife was standing on the stairway, about to enter.
Taking him by the hand, she said, “Come inside.”
He went inside with her. Inside the palace there was a large front hallway with a marble floor. Numerous servants opened up the large doors for them. The walls were all white and covered with beautiful tapestry. In the rooms there were chairs and tables of pure gold. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings. The rooms and chambers all had carpets. Food and the very best wine overloaded the tables until they almost collapsed. Outside the house there was a large courtyard with the very best carriages and stalls for horses and cows. Furthermore there was a magnificent garden with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees and a pleasure forest a good half mile long, with elk and deer and hares and everything that anyone could possibly want.
“Now,” said the woman, “isn’t this nice?”
“Oh, yes” said the man. “This is quite enough. We can live in this beautiful palace and be satisfied.”
“We’ll think about it,” said the woman. “Let’s sleep on it.” And with that they went to bed.
The next morning the woman woke up first. It was just daylight, and from her bed she could see the magnificent landscape before her. Her husband was just starting to stir when she poked him in the side with her elbow and said, “Husband, get up and look out the window. Look, couldn’t we be king over all this land?”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “why would we want to be king? I don’t want to be king.”
“Well,” said the woman, “even if you don’t want to be king, I want to be king.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “why do you want to be king? I don’t want to tell him that.”
“Why not?” said the woman, “Go there immediately. I must be king.”
So the man, saddened because his wife wanted to be king, went back.
“This is not right, not right at all,” thought the man. He did not want to go, but he went anyway.
When he arrived at the sea it was dark gray, and the water heaved up from below and had a foul smell. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then,” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man, “she wants to be king.”
“Go home. She is already king,” said the flounder.
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the palace had become much larger, with a tall tower and magnificent decorations. Sentries stood outside the door, and there were so many soldiers, and drums, and trumpets. When he went inside everything was of pure marble and gold with velvet covers and large golden tassels. Then the doors to the great hall opened up, and there was the entire court. His wife was sitting on a high throne of gold and diamonds. She was wearing a large golden crown, and in her hand was a scepter of pure gold and precious stones. On either side of her there stood a line of maids-in-waiting, each one a head shorter than the other.
“Oh, wife, are you now king?”
“Yes,” she said, “now I am king.”
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while he said, “Wife, it is very nice that you are king. Now we don’t have to wish for anything else.”
“No, husband,” she said, becoming restless. “Time is on my hands. I cannot stand it any longer. Go to the flounder. I am king, but now I must become emperor.”
“Oh, wife” said the man, “Why do you want to become emperor?”
“Husband,” she said, “go to the flounder. I want to be emperor.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, “he cannot make you emperor. I cannot tell the flounder to do that. There is only one emperor in the realm. The flounder cannot make you emperor. He cannot do that.”
“What!” said the woman. “I am king, and you are my husband. Are you going? Go there immediately. If he can make me king then he can make me emperor. I want to be and have to be emperor. Go there immediately.”
So he had to go. As he went on his way the frightened man thought to himself, “This is not going to end well. To ask to be emperor is shameful. The flounder is going to get tired of this.”
With that he arrived at the sea. The water was all black and dense and boiling up from within. A strong wind blew over him that curdled the water. He stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh, flounder,” he said, “my wife wants to become emperor.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She is already emperor.”
Then the man went home, and when he arrived there, the entire palace was made of polished marble with alabaster statues and golden decoration. Soldiers were marching outside the gate, blowing trumpets and beating tympani and drums. Inside the house, barons and counts and dukes were walking around servants. They opened the doors for him, which were made of pure gold. He went inside where his wife was sitting on a throne made of one piece of gold a good two miles high, and she was wearing a large golden crown that was three yards high, all set with diamonds and carbuncles. In the one hand she had a scepter, and in the other the imperial orb. Bodyguards were standing in two rows at her sides: each one smaller than the other, beginning with the largest giant and ending with the littlest dwarf, who was no larger than my little finger. Many princes and dukes were standing in front of her.
The man went and stood among them and said, “Wife, are you emperor now?”
“Yes,” she said, “I am emperor.”
He stood and looked at her, and after thus looking at her for a while, he said, “Wife, it is very nice that you are emperor.”
“Husband,” she said. “Why are you standing there? Now that I am emperor, and I want to become pope.”
“Oh, wife!” said the man. “What do you not want? There is only one pope in all Christendom. He cannot make you pope.”
“Husband,” she said, “I want to become pope. Go there immediately. I must become pope this very day.”
“No, wife,” he said, “I cannot tell him that. It will come to no good. That is too much. The flounder cannot make you pope.”
“Husband, what nonsense!” said the woman. “If he can make me emperor, then he can make me pope as well. Go there immediately. I am emperor, and you are my husband. Are you going?”
Then the frightened man went. He felt sick all over, and his knees and legs were shaking, and the wind was blowing over the land, and clouds flew by as the darkness of evening fell. Leaves blew from the trees, and the water roared and boiled as it crashed onto the shore. In the distance he could see ships, shooting distress signals as they tossed and turned on the waves. There was a little blue in the middle of the sky, but on all sides it had turned red, as in a terrible lightning storm. Full of despair he stood there and said:
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” said the man, “she wants to become pope.”
“Go home,” said the flounder. “She is already pope.”
Then he went home, and when he arrived there, there was a large church surrounded by nothing but palaces. He forced his way through the crowd. Inside everything was illuminated with thousands and thousands of lights, and his wife was clothed in pure gold and sitting on a much higher throne. She was wearing three large golden crowns. She was surrounded with church- splendor, and at her sides there were two banks of candles. The largest was as thick and as tall as the largest tower, down to the smallest kitchen candle. And all the emperors and kings were kneeling before her kissing her slipper.
“Wife,” said the man, giving her a good look, “are you pope now?”
“Yes,” she said, “I am pope.”
Then he stood there looking at her, and it was as if he were looking into the bright sun. After he had looked at her for a while he said, “Wife, It is good that you are pope!”
She stood there as stiff as a tree, neither stirring nor moving.
Then he said, “Wife, be satisfied now that you are pope. There is nothing else that you can become.”
“I have to think about that,” said the woman.
Then they both went to bed, but she was not satisfied. Her desires would not let her sleep. She kept thinking what she wanted to become next.
The man slept well and soundly, for he had run about a lot during the day, but the woman could not sleep at all, but tossed and turned from one side to the other all night long, always thinking about what she could become, but she could not think of anything.
Then the sun was about to rise, and when she saw the early light of dawn she sat up in bed and watched through the window as the sun came up.
“Aha,” she thought. “Could not I cause the sun and the moon to rise?”
“Husband,” she said, poking him in the ribs with her elbow, “wake up and go back to the flounder. I want to become God.”
The man, who was still mostly asleep, was so startled that he fell out of bed. He thought that he had misunderstood her, so, rubbing his eyes, he said, “Wife, what did you say?”
“Husband,” she said, “I cannot stand it when I see the sun and the moon rising, and I cannot cause them to do so. I will not have a single hour of peace until I myself can cause them to rise.”
She looked at him so gruesomely that he shuddered.
“Go there immediately. I want to become God.”
“Oh, wife,” said the man, falling on his knees before her, “the flounder cannot do that. He can make you emperor and pope, but I beg you, be satisfied and remain pope.”
Anger fell over her. Her hair flew wildly about her head. Tearing open her bodice she kicked him with her foot and shouted, “I cannot stand it! I cannot stand it any longer! Go there immediately!”
He put on his trousers and ran off a madman.
Outside such a storm was raging that he could hardly stand on his feet. Houses and trees were blowing over. The mountains were shaking, and boulders were rolling from the cliffs into the sea. The sky was as black as pitch. There was thunder and lightning. In the sea there were great black waves as high as church towers and mountains, all capped with crowns of white foam.
Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will
“What does she want then?” said the flounder.
“Oh,” he said, “she wants to become God.”
“Go home. She is sitting in her filthy shack again.”
And they are sitting there even today.
Long ago, in a time forgotten, there was a world that was owned by Men, Elves and Dwarves. Legend said that at that time, there was a dark lord on his dark throne. He created a ring that had a power to rule everything, so he could be the king of that world. But he is vanquished in battle by an alliance of Elves and Men, and the ring came into forgotten, losted in the land where the shadow lies. Year after year, it was burried under the mud in the cursed river where the dark lord lied down, hiding its power ,and no one could know about its existence, except the dead one.
Now I am going to tell you about " The story of Mai An Tiem.
First, King Hung ordered Mai An Tiem and his family to live on an island. The island was very far away.
Then one day, An Tiem found some black seeds and he grew them. The seeds gave watermelons.
Next, An Tiem ' family exchanged the watermelon for food and drink.
In the end, King Hung heard about the story and he let An Tiem and his family go back home.
The story is stopped here. Thank you for your listening.
At first, she woke up and kept toilet. Second, she's eating breakfast and preparing to go to school. The last, the same school from the school
the first have aman see an nice girl the sercond he fuck her the end