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اس ام اس صبح بخیر

نمایندگی پیامک صوتی

Something Special things waiting for You, you just need to recognize it and make the most of it. Have a positive attitude throughout the day and then I am sure for you that today is going to be a Best Day. Good Morning! چیزهای خاصی برای شما انتظار دارند، شما فقط باید آن را تشخیص دهید و بیشتر از آن استفاده کنید. در طول روز یک نگرش مثبت داشته باشید و بعد مطمئن شوید که امروز بهترین روز است. صبح بخیر! We always Work for a Better Tomorrow.. But When Tomorrow Comes, Instead of Enjoying, We Again Think of a Better Tomorrow! Let's Hve a Better Today... ما همیشه برای فردا بهتر کار می کنیم .. اما وقتی فردا می آید، به جای لذت بردن، ما دوباره به یک فرد بهتر فکر می کنیم! بیایید هرو بهترین امروز ... “Morning” is a gud time to “Remember” all d sweet things & all swt. persons in ur “Life so Wake Up with ur “SWEET MEMORIES To See This Beautiful Mrng.gd mrng "صبح" یک زمان خوشگلی است "به یاد داشته باشید" همه چیزهای شیرین و همه swt. افراد در "زندگی تا بیدار شدن با "یاد و خاطره شیرین برای دیدن این آقای جونگ جونگ عزیز

پیامک صوتی

Mornings are beautiful and so are you. Hope you wake up early, and shine with smile and beauty. This means excitement for me and everybody. Happy morning! صبح ها زیبا هستند و شما هم همینطور. امیدوارم از او بیدار شوید و با لبخند و زیبایی درخشید. این به معنای هیجان برای من و همه است. صبح بخیر All my worries are gone, All my struggles are done! My future is great with you. And from now, that I can envisage. I love my life with you. Good morning! تمام نگرانی من از بین رفته است، تمام تلاش های من انجام شده است! آینده من با شما عالی است. و از حالا، که می توانم پیش بینی کنم. من زندگی خود را با شما دوست دارم صبح بخیر! Every morning, I wake up saying, I’m still alive, a miracle. And so I keep on pushing Have a beautiful day !........... هر روز صبح، از خواب بیدار می گویم، هنوز زنده ام، معجزه ای. و بنابراین من هنوز در حال فشار دادن روز خوبی داشته باشید !........... I will never hurt you. I will never lie to you. I will always support you. I will forever care for you. I will never let you cry. We will be together, even after we die. I love you… Good morning. من هرگز به تو آسیب نمی رسانم من هرگز به شما دروغ نمی گویم من همیشه تو را حمایت خواهم کرد. برای همیشه خواهم ماند. من هرگز به تو اجازه نخواهم داد. ما حتی بعد از مرگ خواهیم بود. دوستت دارم… صبح بخیر. New day, new blessing. Don't let yesterday's failures ruin the beauty of today, Because each day has its own promise of love, joy, forgiveness... Good Morning... روز جدید، برکت جدید. اجازه ندهید دیروز شکست های زیبایی امروز را خراب کند از آنجا که هر روز وعده خود را از عشق، شادی، بخشش ... صبح بخیر... Every morning my love for you keeps growing and I feel like I am getting closer too you as each day passes by. You are the dream love of my life and I need you every day. Good morning!... هر صبح عشق من برای شما رشد می کند و من احساس می کنم بیشتر از هر زمان دیگر به شما نزدیک می شوم. شما عاشق رویای زندگی من هستید و هر روز به تو نیاز دارم صبح بخیر!... Mornings are beautiful because it starts with your love that stays with me all day long. Good Morning Dear. صبح ها زیبا هستند چرا که با عشق شما شروع می شود که در تمام طول روز با من باقی می ماند. صبح بخیر عزیزم. Even the smallest of thoughts have the potential to become the biggest of successes… all you have to do is get up and get going. Good morning. حتی کوچکترین افکار توانایی تبدیل شدن به بزرگترین موفقیت ها را دارند ... همه چیزهایی که باید انجام دهید این است که بلند شوید و بکشید. صبح بخیر. your love has countless pages, no matter open any page it shows your love only, some time has friend, lover, brother, sister, father mother, husband, wife but never ends, keep ON & ON, Good Morning! عشق تو صفحات بی شماری دارد مهم نیست باز هر صفحه ای که فقط عشق تو را نشان می دهد برخی از زمان دوست، عاشق، برادر، خواهر، مادر پدر، شوهر، همسر اما هرگز به پایان نمی رسد، نگه داشتن ON & ON صبح بخیر! The biggest sources of motivation are your own thoughts, so think big and motivate yourself to win. Good morning. بزرگترین منابع انگیزه افکار شماست، بنابراین فکر کنید بزرگ و انگیزه خود را برای پیروزی. صبح بخیر. love has no fear, but you are not near, I want you near, dear come here, will wait for year, because your my sweet dear Good Morning عشق هیچ ترس ندارد اما نزدیک نیستی من می خواهم تو را نزدیک عزیزم اینجا می آیم برای سال صبر کن چون عزیزم عزیزم صبح بخیر May I come into your world? I bring no flowers, No cakes, But wishes to keep you fresh, Prayer to keep you healthy, And love to keep you smiling ... Good Morning. می توانم به دنیای تو بیایم؟ من هیچ گل نمیدهم، نه کیک، اما میخواهم تازه بمانم، دعا برای نگه داشتن شما سالم، و دوست دارم تو را لبخند بزنم ... صبح بخیر.

تبلیغات صوتی

I have just arrived from dreams and here is the sunlight greeting me. I have woken up today to make the dreams of last night come true. من فقط از رویاها آمده ام و در اینجا نور خورشید به من سلام می کند. من امروز از خواب بیدار شده ام تا آرزوهای شب گذشته به پایان برسد. I don’t care whether the sun rises or not, my morning starts only after I text my girl who I love a lot. Good morning. من اهمیتی نمی دهم که آیا خورشید در حال افزایش است یا خیر، صبح من شروع می شود، فقط پس از آنکه من متن دخترم را که دوست می دارم خیلی دوست دارم. صبح بخیر. If this morning comes as a book, I would dedicate it to you. If it comes as a food, I would make it a table for two. Good morning my heart. اگر امروز صبح به عنوان یک کتاب می آید، من آن را به شما اختصاص می دهم. اگر آن را به عنوان یک غذا بیاورم، می توانم یک میز برای دو نفر بگذارم. صبح بخیر قلب من A simple good morning becomes a special greeting when someone so dear it is heartily given…Because u have to me a wonderful meaning. Take care! یک صبح بخیر ساده، یک تبریک ویژه زمانی است که کسی آنقدر عزیز است که از صمیم قلب داده شده ... از آنجا که شما به من یک معجزه فوق العاده است. مراقب باش!

ارسال پیامک صوتی

Life is like a book. Each day like a new page. So let the first words you write be Good Morning to you my love! زندگی مثل یک کتاب است هر روز مانند یک صفحه جدید. بنابراین اجازه دهید اولین حرفهایی که می نویسید صبح بخیر، عشق من هستم! Wake up, sweetheart! It’s time to open your arms and embrace the new day. Welcome happiness and success, Good morning! بیدار، عزیزم! وقت آن رسیده است که بازوی خود را باز کنید و روز جدید را بپذیرید. خوشبختی و موفقیت خوشحال، صبح بخیر! All mornings are like paintings:- you need a little inspiration to get going, a little smile to brighten up & an SMS from someone who cares to color your day... (*) Good Morning (*) همه صبح ها مانند نقاشی ها هستند: - شما نیاز به یک الهام کوچکی برای رفتن دارید، یک لبخند کوچکی برای روشن کردن و ارسال اس ام اس از کسی که مراقبت از روز را رنگ می کند ... (*) صبح بخیر (*) Night has ended yesterday, morning brings another day. May you smile like the sunny rays and leave your worries at the bright blue bay. Good Morning! شب گذشته به پایان رسیده است صبح یک روز دیگر را به ارمغان می آورد ممکن است شما مانند اشعه آفتابی لبخند بزنید و نگرانی های خود را در آبی روشن آبی ترک کنید. صبح بخیر! Did you feel a little warm in the morning? I sent you a couple of hugs in my thoughts! Good Morning my Sweet! آیا شما صبح کمی گرم شدید؟ من چند بار از افکارم به شما تبریک میگم! صبح بخیر عزیزم! You are the pulse that throbs in my veins, you are the antidote that frees me of all pains. You are the rhythm of my heartbeat, without you my life would be incomplete. Good morning شما پالس است که در رگهای من میچرخد، شما پادزهر است که من را از همه دردسر آزاد می کند. شما ریتم ضربان قلب من است، بدون شما زندگی من ناقص خواهد بود. صبح بخیر

اپراتور پیامک صوتی

The rising sun reminds me of your radiant face and the misty dew reminds me of your dreamy eyes. The distant sounds of the bustling city remind me of your soft whispers and the cool breeze giving me the chills reminds me of your romantic kisses. Good morning. خورشید در حال ظهور به من یادآوری می کند که چهره ای پر از چهره شماست و شبنم غول پیکر به چشم های رویایی شما یادآوری می کند. صداهای دور از شهر شلوغ به من نشانه های نرم خود را یادآوری می کنند و نسیم خنکی که به من می دهد لرزها مرا به بوسه های عاشقانه من یادآوری می کنند. صبح بخیر. Every night I fall asleep dreaming about what it would be like to hug you during the day and I pass every day imagining what it would be like to dream about you at night. Good morning. هر شب خوابم می اندازد رویایی که می خواهم در طول روز تو را به آغوش بگیرم و هر روز تصور می کنم که چه چیزی می تواند در شب به خواب شما برسد. صبح بخیر. Every day I wake up and forget all the reasons that make me sad because I just need one reason to make me happy – YOU. Good morning. هر روز از خواب بیدار می شوم و تمام دلایلی را که باعث غم و اندوه من می شود فراموش می کنم زیرا فقط یک دلیل برای خوشحالی دارم - شما. صبح بخیر. Loving you was the best decision of my life. Like the rays of the sun you shine through my heart every day. You bring joy into my life and fill me with happiness. I love you! دوستت دارم بهترین تصمیم زندگی من بود مثل اشعه خورشید، هر روز از قلب من می درخشید. شما شادی را در زندگی من به ارمغان می آورید و من را با شادی پر می کنید. دوستت دارم! Just like how a beautiful morning is incomplete without its orange hue, my morning coffee is incomplete without texting you. Good morning. درست مثل اینکه یک صبح زیبا بدون رنگ نارنجی ناقص است، قهوه صبح من بدون پیام کوتاه به شما ناقص است. صبح بخیر. If you were right here, I would run my fingers through your hair and gaze into your eyes as I gave you a sweet morning kiss. Good morning, girl I miss you. اگر شما در اینجا بودید، انگشتانم را از طریق موهای خود و چشمهایم به چشم هایم برسانم، همانطور که بوسه صبح بخیر به شما دادم. صبح بخیر، دخترم دلم برات تنگ شده I will never hurt you. I will never lie to you. I will always support you. I will forever care for you. I will never let you cry. We will be together, even after we die. I love you… Good morning. من هرگز به تو آسیب نمی رسانم من هرگز به شما دروغ نمی گویم من همیشه تو را حمایت خواهم کرد. برای همیشه خواهم ماند. من هرگز به تو اجازه نخواهم داد. ما حتی بعد از مرگ خواهیم بود. تو را دوست دارم ... صبح بخیر The weather forecast said there is a storm coming our way. I’m looking forward to stand in the rain with you and then sip coffee as we gaze outside the window, dreaming about our future together. Good morning. پیش بینی آب و هوا گفت که یک طوفان در راه ما وجود دارد. من مشتاقانه منتظر باران با شما هستم و سپس قهوه را در حالی که در خارج از پنجره نگاه می کنیم، با همدیگر می بینیم. صبح بخیر. The sun would have been darkness to me without you The cool of the day would have been hotness without you. My sleeping and waking are all because of your love. Good morning my Sweetness. خورشید بدون تو تاریک بود. خنک روزی بدون تو بود. خواب و بیداری من به خاطر عشق توست. صبح بخیر شیرینم Nature has a beautiful connection with the morning. The more you surround yourself with nature, the more you will find yourself around beauty and happiness. طبیعت ارتباط صمیمی با صبح دارد. هرچه بیشتر خود را با طبیعت محاصره کنید، بیشتر به زیبایی و خوشبختی خواهید رسید. A day is nothing good without the sun, As the night is nothing better without the moon. My morning night and noon is nothing without you. Good morning my life and my love. یک روز هیچ چیز خوب بدون خورشید نیست، چون شب هیچ چیز بهتر از ماه نیست. شب صبح و ظهر من هیچ چیز بدون تو نیست. صبح بخیر زندگی من و عشق من I want to be the reason why you smile every morning, I want to be the reason for the happiness in your heart, the spring in your step and the song on your lips. Have a great day ahead! من می خواهم دلیلش این باشد که شما هر روز صبح لبخند می زنید، من می خواهم دلایلی برای شادی در قلب شما، بهار در مرحله شما و آهنگ بر روی لب شما باشد. روز خوبی در پیش رو داشته باشید! Say goodbye to the stars of the night and let the moon pass away. Welcome the bright sunshine and let the rays of the sun brighten you up all over. Enjoy a good morning. خداحافظی به ستاره های شب و اجازه دهید ماه از بین برود. به نور آفتاب خوش آمدید و اجازه دهید که اشعه های خورشید شما را روشن کند. صبح بخیر لذت ببرید

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پیامک غمگین جدید

پیامک غمگین جدایی به انگلیسی و فارسی

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پیامک غمگین جدایی انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی

اس ام اس غمگین جدایی انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی

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پیامک غمگین جدایی

پیامک غمگین جدید

پیامک دلشکسته

اس ام اس غمگین و تنهایی

اپراتور مجازی تلفن همراه

The worst pain in life is when you see
Your life being spoiled by the one you trust the most.
and
you cant do anything except
standing quiet and asking yourself that
is it the gift of trusting someone or
is it what i deserve?

دترین درد در زندگی وقتی دیده می شود
زندگی شما توسط کسی که بیشتر به آن اعتماد دارید خراب شده است.
و
شما نمیتوانید هر کاری را بکنید
ایستاده آرام و از خودتان پرسیدن
این هدیه ای است برای اعتماد به کسی یا
این چیزی است که من سزاوار آن هستم؟

پیامک صوتی رایگان

The worst feeling in the world is knowing that You've been used and lied to...!


بدترین احساس در جهان این است که بدانید که از شما استفاده شده و دروغ می گویم ...!

پنل پیامک صوتی رایگان

The Worst Thing You Can Do For Love Is, Deny It So When You Find That Special Someone Don't Let Anyone Or Anything To Get It Your Wat ... :)


بدترین چیزهایی که می توانید برای عشق انجام دهید، آن را رد کنید، بنابراین وقتی پیدا می کنید که فرد خاص کسی را نخواهند گذاشت و یا هر چیز دیگری را به شما می دهد ...

تبدیل متن فارسی به صدا

The pain is not on the day of missing our dear ones. The pain is really when u live without them & with their presence in your mind.

درد در روز از دست رفته عزیزان ما نیست. درد واقعا وقتی است که بدون آنها زندگی می کنید و با حضور خود در ذهن شما.

تبدیل متن فارسی به صوت

In Relationship, Always Remember: "When the pain of holding on is greater than the pain of letting go"

در رابطه، همیشه به یاد داشته باشید: "هنگامی که درد برگزاری بیشتر از درد رفتن است"

تبدیل متن به صدا

"Cute Feeling" My Hands Never Pain When Typing Message For You, But My Heart Always In Pain When There Is No Reply..

احساس ناز "دست های من هرگز هنگام تایپ پیام برای شما درد نمی کند، اما قلب من همیشه در معرض درد وقتی که هیچ پاسخی وجود ندارد ..

تبدیل متن به صوت

Cute feeling..: My hands never pain when typing message for you..!! But my heart always pain when there is no reply from you..!!

احساس ناز ..: دست من هرگز درد هنگام تایپ پیام برای شما .. !! اما قلبم همیشه درد می کند وقتی که هیچ پاسخی از شما ندارد .. !!

پنل صوتی

Not All Scars Show. Not All Wounds Heal. Sometimes, You Can't Always See The Pain Someone Feels


نمایش همه اسکارها نیست. نه همه زخم ها درمان می شوند گاهی اوقات، شما هرگز نمی توانید درد را احساس کنید

نمایندگی پنل پیامک صوتی

When youur fear touches someones pain, it becomes pity, when your love touches someones pain,it becomes compassion

هنگامی که ترس را به درد می آورد، درد را به دیگران می اندازد، تلخی می شود، زمانی که عشق شما درد را به دیگران آسیب می رساند، احساس مهربانی می شود

نمایندگی پیامک صوتی

"Your pain may give laugh to somebody bt your Laugh should nt give pain to anybody..."


"درد شما ممکن است به کسی خنده بدهد خنده شما باید NT درد برای کسی ..."

نمایندگی پیام صوتی

A moment of joy spent under a willow, The tear of eye that wets your pillow, Sometimes pain & Sometimes pleasure When given by Friends, Both are treasure !

لحظه ای از شادی که در زیر یک بیدرنگ صرف می شود، اشک چشم که بالش را می شکند، گاهی اوقات درد و گاهی اوقات لذت است هنگامی که توسط دوستان داده می شود، هر دو گنج است!

پنل ارسال پیام صوتی

A Best FRIEND Is The Best Pain Killer. The Ingredients Are Simple: CARING N SHARING

بهترین دوست بهترین قاتل درد است. مواد تشکیل دهنده ساده هستند: به اشتراک گذاری مشترک N

پنل ارسال پیامک صوتی

The ability to feel pain is not a weakness, it's a strength. And those who can endure it, are stronger.
توانایی درد احساس ضعف نیست، این قدرت است. و کسانی که می توانند آن را تحمل کنند قوی ترند.

ارسال پیام صوتی

The first person that you think of in the morning and the last person you think of in the night is either the cause of your happiness or the cause of your pain.

اولین فردی که شما از صبح فکر می کنید و آخرین فردی که در شب به آن فکر می کنید، علت خوشبختی یا علت درد شما است.

پنل پیام صوتی

THE PAIN OF MISSING SOMEONE IS TURN TO PLEASURE IF WE KNEW THEY ARE ALSO MISSING YOU TOO...

درد از دست رفته بعضی از مردم برای لذت بردن اگر ما می نویسیم آنها نیز شما را از دست می دهند ...

پیام صوتی

IF you broke heart any one. one day your own heart will broke some one. Than you know the pain of broke heart.


اگر شما قلب هر یک را شکست. یک روز قلب خود را از بین می برد. از درد قلب شکسته می دانید.

پیامک صوتی صدارس

Life is at its weakest When There's more Doubt than trust But Life is at its strongest When you learn How to trust In spite of The doubts ...

زندگی در ضعیف ترین آن است هنگامی که شکی بیش از اعتماد وجود دارد اما زندگی در قوی ترین آن است هنگامی که یاد می گیرید چگونه به اعتماد با وجود شک و تردید ...

ارسال پیامک صوتی انبوه

Everyone in your life will hurt you sooner or later. But you will have to decide. What is more important? The Pain Or The Person..???

هر کس در زندگی شما دیر یا زود به شما آسیب خواهد رساند. اما شما باید تصمیم بگیرید. مهم تر است؟ درد یا شخص .. ؟؟؟

پیامک صوتی انبوه

Never cry for any relation in life Because for the one whom you cry Does not deserve your tears And the one who deserves Will never let you cry...

هرگز برای هیچ ارتباطی در زندگی گریه نکن چون از آن کسی که گریه می کنی، اشک هایت را سزاوار نیست و کسی که سزاوار است هرگز اجازه ندی گریه کنی ...

سامانه پیامک صوتی

Smile in ease, Smile in pain, Smile when trouble, pour like rain, smile when someone hurt ur fellings, smiles you know are very hailng...


لبخند بر لب، لبخند در درد، لبخند وقتی که درد و رنج، باران را مانند باران می بارد، لبخند می زنم وقتی که کسی درد زایمان را می کند، لبخند می فهمم خیلی زیاد است ...

ارسال پیامک صوتی

Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing and love ends when you stop caring. So dream hope and love...Makes Life Beautiful

هنگامی که شما خواب را متوقف کنید، زندگی به پایان می رسد، زمانی که شما متوقف می شوید مراقبت از زمانی که شما اعتقاد و عشق را متوقف می کنید به پایان می رسد. بنابراین آرزو می کنم امید و عشق ... زندگی را زیبا می سازد

پیامک صوتی

If some one would like to have a successful life after marriage so he should implement this formula. Never break 4 things in life. 1. Promise 2. trust 3. heart 4. relation It never sounds when it breaks but pains a lot.

اگر کسی بخواهد پس از ازدواج زندگی موفق داشته باشد، باید این فرمول را اجرا کند. هرگز در زندگی 4 چیز را شکستن. 1. وعده 2. اعتماد 3. قلب 4. رابطه آن هرگز برای تلفن های موبایل زمانی که آن را شکستن، اما درد زیادی است.

پنل پیامک صوتی

Five things you can't recover in life, Stone after thrown, word after said, occasion after missed, time after gone and trust after lost...! Have a nice day.


پنج چیز که نمیتوانید در زندگی بهبود ببخشید، سنگ پس از پرتاب، کلمه پس از گفتن، مناسبت پس از از دست رفته، زمان پس از رفته و اعتماد پس از از دست رفته ...! روز خوبی داشته باشید.

تلفن همراه مجازی

May God gift you all the colors of life, colors of joy, colors of happiness, colors of friendship, colors of love and all other colors you want to paint in your life. Happy Holi.

خداوند، شما را به تمام رنگ های زندگی، رنگ های شادی، رنگ شادی، رنگ دوستی، رنگ عشق و تمام رنگ های دیگر که می خواهید در زندگی تان نقاشی کنید، هدیه کن. هولی مبارک

شماره موبایل مجازی

Whats life ? Life is love. Whats love ? Love is kissing. Whats kissing ? Come here and I show you.

زندگی چیست؟ زندگی عشق است عشق چیست ؟ عشق بوسیدن است بوسیدن؟ بیا اینجا و من به شما نشان می دهم

شماره تلفن همراه مجازی

Life is like a coin Pleasure and pain are the two sides, Only one side is visible at time, But remember other side also waiting for its turn

زندگی مانند سکه است لذت و درد دو طرف است، فقط یک طرف در زمان قابل مشاهده است، اما به یاد داشته باشید طرف دیگر نیز منتظر نوبت خود

تلفن مجازی

Never blame any day in your life. Good days give u happiness, Bad days give u experience. Worst days give u a lesson. Have a good morning and great day ahead.


هر روز در زندگی خود هرگز سرزنش نکن روزهای خوب به تو خوشبخت می شوند، روزهای بد به شما می آموزند بدترین روزها به شما درس می دهد صبح بخیر و روز خوبی داشته باشید.

اپراتور مجازی

If I can choose my brother in next life, it'll b u (if u gift me a Mercedes Benz 2morrow). :) Love you always. Happy Raksha Bandhan.

اگر من بتوانم برادر من را در زندگی بعدی انتخاب کنم، اگر شما هدیه من مرسدس بنز 2 مارس را داشته باشید. :) همیشه دوستت دارم. مبارک Raksha Bandhan.

تبلیغات صوتی

Anything that happens is for a good reason & Anything that doesnt happen is only for very good reason Trust these words U'll love ur life.

هرچیزی که اتفاق می افتد، برای یک دلیل خوب است و هر چیزی که اتفاق می افتد فقط برای دلیل بسیار خوبی اعتماد به این کلمات زندگی شما را دوست دارد.

پیام صوتی صدارس

- No matter how old you are, if a little kid shoots you with a toy gun, you pretend to die. - All you need is love, or a gun, a shovel & a place to hide the body. - it's very important in life to learn 'shift+delete'. Some people aren't worth recycling, Trust me! […]

- مهم نیست که چند ساله هستید، اگر یک بچه کوچک با یک اسباب بازی اسباب بازی می کند، وانمود می کنید. - همه چیز که شما نیاز دارید، عشق، یا تفنگ، بیل و مکان برای پنهان کردن بدن است. - در زندگی بسیار مهم است که یاد بگیرد "تغییر + حذف". برخی افراد ارزش بازیافت ندارند، به من اعتماد کنند! [...]

صدارس

Life is just a fun, It passes like none. life we pass is just a game, It finishes like a flame. Life may be passed or made Life may be happy or sad. Life is knife for sad people, It is a pretty world for mad people

زندگی فقط سرگرم کننده است، مانند هیچ کدام. زندگی ما گذر است فقط یک بازی است، آن را مانند یک شعله را خاتمه می دهد. زندگی ممکن است منتقل شود یا زندگی ساخته شود خوشحال یا ناراحت باشد زندگی چاقو برای مردم غم انگیز است، این جهان زیبا برای مردم دیوانه است

پیامک صوتی صدارس

Birth is start of life Beauty is art of life Love is part of life Death is last of life But Friendship is heart of life Love you friends

تولد شروع زندگی است زیبایی هنر زندگی عشق بخشی از زندگی مرگ آخرین زندگی است اما دوستی قلب زندگی است عشق تو دوست

ارسال پیامک صوتی انبوه

Life is a game, play it; life is a challenge, meet it; life is an opportunity, capture it. In life, the best revenge is living

زنده گی یک بازی است، بازی اش کن؛ زندگی چالش است، با آن روبروشو؛ زندگی یک فرصت است، آن را جذب کنید. در زندگی، بهترین انتقام زندگی است

نمایندگی پنل صوتی

پیامک عاشقانه به همسر

پیامک عاشقانه به همسر به انگلیسی و فارسی

My wife, you are my love and my strength. I can beat the whole world with just your love. I love you so much and need you every time.

همسر من، تو عشق من و قدرت من هستی من فقط می توانم تمام دنیا را با عشق تو ضرب کنم من عاشق تو هستم و هر زمان به تو نیاز دارم



No matter how much years we have spent together. Our love is still high and increasing with every passing moment.
مهم نیست چقدر سال ها با هم صرف کرده اید عشق ما هنوز هم بالا است و با هر لحظه ای که می گذرد افزایش می یابد.

پیامک عاشقانه به همسر انگلیسی

Although I said I love you many times, but I want it to say it to you again. I also think that you always enjoy my love wishes for you.
اگر چه من گفتم شما را چند بار دوست دارم، اما من می خواهم آن را دوباره به شما بگویم. من همچنین فکر می کنم که همیشه از آرزوهای عشق من برای شما لذت می برم.


My wife listens to me carefully because if you don’t listen to me and care me then I cannot breathe even for a single day. My wife, I love you!
همسر من با دقت به من گوش می دهد؛ زیرا اگر به من گوش نکنید و به من احتیاج داشته باشید، حتی نمی توانم برای یک روز نفس بکشم. همسر من، من تو را دوست دارم


Keep struggling and maintain good position in our married life. I am proud of you and admire your loving qualities of your character.
تلاش کنید و موقعیت خوب خود را در زندگی ازدواج خود حفظ کنید. من به شما افتخار می کنم و کیفیت های دوست داشتنی شخصیت شما را تحسین می کنم.

اس ام اس عاشقانه به همسر انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی

My love, you are my gift from God and I never want to lose you. I also want to say thanks to my God to give me such a beautiful reward for my good deeds.
عشق من، شما هدیه من از خداست و من هرگز نمی خواهم تو را از دست بدهم من همچنین می خواهم از خداوند بپرسم که به من پاداش خوبی برای اعمال خوب من می دهد.


I love you my dear wife and will continue to loving you till the end of this universe. Thanks for sharing everything with me without any harassment.
من عاشق تو همسر عزیزم هستم و تا آخر عمر به عشق تو ادامه خواهم داد. با تشکر از اینکه همه چیز را با من در میان گذاشتید بدون هر گونه آزار و اذیت.


You and I are two loving birds who are depended upon one another. No worries where we live because our love is most important than physical resources.

شما و من دو پرنده دوستدار هستند که به یکدیگر وابسته اند. نگران نباشید که در آن زندگی میکنیم چرا که عشق ما مهمتر از منابع فیزیکی است.

پیامک عاشقانه به همسر انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی

I wish you to spend a happy life with me. I always try to give you everything which you desire and want to get. I love you by my heart and soul!
آرزو می کنم که زندگی شاد با من داشته باشی من همیشه سعی میکنم همه چیز را که مایل و میخواهم به شما بدهم. من تو را با قلب و روحت دوست دارم


I want to make you the happiest women and happiest wife of this world. I know this is a little bit difficult but my love can make it possible.
من می خواهم به شما شادترین زنان و شادترین همسر این دنیا بپردازم. من می دانم این کمی دشوار است، اما عشق من می تواند آن را امکان پذیر سازد.


If we judge the love of you and the love of me then we can come to a result that my love is many times greater than your one. My dear wife you are a reason of my long life!
اگر عشق به تو و عشق من را قضاوت کنی، می توانیم نتیجه بگیریم که عشق من چندین برابر بیشتر از شماست. همسر عزیز من دلیل زندگی طولانی من هستم!

I Love You Messages for Wife

Sometimes I become jealous from you because you have uncountable qualities which attract others which are not required. But these qualities argue me to love you more and more.
گاهی اوقات من از شما حسادت می کنم، زیرا شما دارای ویژگی های نامنظم است که دیگران را جذب می کنند که مورد نیاز نیستند. اما این ویژگی ها من را آرام می کند تا شما را بیشتر و بیشتر دوست داشته باشید.


I know this is not enough to only like you because the modern era also demands a lot of pleasure resources. My wife I am satisfied to provide you with all of such facilities.
من می دانم که این به اندازه کافی برای دوست داشتن تو نیست، زیرا عصر مدرن نیز از منابع زیادی لذت برده است. همسر من راضی هستم که شما را با تمام امکانات موجود آماده کنم.

Love Messages for Wife

God made many beautiful scenes and other attractive and beautiful items for human to live a perfect life. But when I see you then I think you are more gorgeous than all other things.
خدا بسیاری از صحنه های زیبا و موارد دیگر جذاب و زیبا را برای انسان ساخته است تا بتواند یک زندگی کامل زندگی کند. اما وقتی دیدم تو فکر میکنی بیشتر از تمام چیزهای دیگر زرق و برق دار است.


I want to express you and ensure you that you are only women in my wife. Also, I want to be the only man in your life. My wife, you are pretty and I love you so much!من می خواهم شما را بیان کنم و اطمینان حاصل کنم که شما فقط زن در همسرم هستید همچنین، من می خواهم تنها مرد زندگی شما باشد. همسر من، شما زیبا هستی و خیلی دوستت دارم

پنل پیامک صوتی

پیامک صوتی

ارسال پیامک صوتی

سامانه پیامک صوتی

پیامک صوتی انبوه

ارسال پیامک صوتی انبوه

پیامک صوتی صدارس

پیام صوتی

پنل پیام صوتی

ارسال پیام صوتی

پنل ارسال پیامک صوتی

پنل ارسال پیام صوتی

نمایندگی پیام صوتی

نمایندگی پیامک صوتی

نمایندگی پنل پیامک صوتی

پنل صوتی

تبدیل متن به صوت

تبدیل متن به صدا

تبدیل متن فارسی به صوت

تبدیل متن فارسی به صدا

پنل پیامک صوتی رایگان

پیامک صوتی رایگان

اپراتور مجازی تلفن همراه

تلفن همراه مجازی

شماره موبایل مجازی

شماره تلفن همراه مجازی

تلفن مجازی

اپراتور مجازی

تبلیغات صوتی

پیام صوتی صدارس

صدارس

پیامک صوتی صدارس

ارسال پیامک صوتی انبوه

نمایندگی پنل صوتی

داستان کوتاه عاشقانه انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی

داستان کوتاه فارسی
داستان عاشقانه فارسی
داستان کوتاه انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی
داستان کوتاه عاشقانه انگلیسی با ترجمه فارسی
Romantic and Passionate Birthday Wishes for your Wife



EIGHT years before he had seen his friend off at the North Wall and wished him godspeed. Gallaher had got on. You could tell that at once by his travelled air, his well-cut tweed suit, and fearless accent. Few fellows had talents like his and fewer still could remain unspoiled by such success. Gallaher's heart was in the right place and he had deserved to win. It was something to have a friend like that. Little Chandler's thoughts ever since lunch-time had been of his meeting with Gallaher, of Gallaher's invitation and of the great city London where Gallaher lived. He was called Little Chandler because, though he was but slightly under the average stature, he gave one the idea of being a little man. His hands were white and small, his frame was fragile, his voice was quiet and his manners were refined. He took the greatest care of his fair silken hair and moustache and used perfume discreetly on his handkerchief. The half-moons of his nails were perfect and when he smiled you caught a glimpse of a row of childish white teeth. As he sat at his desk in the King's Inns he thought what changes those eight years had brought. The friend whom he had known under a shabby and necessitous guise had become a brilliant figure on the London Press. He turned often from his tiresome writing to gaze out of the office window. The glow of a late autumn sunset covered the grass plots and walks. It cast a shower of kindly golden dust on the untidy nurses and decrepit old men who drowsed on the benches; it flickered upon all the moving figures -- on the children who ran screaming along the gravel paths and on everyone who passed through the gardens. He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him. He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed to him. He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room off the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife. But shyness had always held him back; and so the books had remained on their shelves. At times he repeated lines to himself and this consoled him. When his hour had struck he stood up and took leave of his desk and of his fellow-clerks punctiliously. He emerged from under the feudal arch of the King's Inns, a neat modest figure, and walked swiftly down Henrietta Street. The golden sunset was waning and the air had grown sharp. A horde of grimy children populated the street. They stood or ran in the roadway or crawled up the steps before the gaping doors or squatted like mice upon the thresholds. Little Chandler gave them no thought. He picked his way deftly through all that minute vermin-like life and under the shadow of the gaunt spectral mansions in which the old nobility of Dublin had roystered. No memory of the past touched him, for his mind was full of a present joy. He had never been in Corless's but he knew the value of the name. He knew that people went there after the theatre to eat oysters and drink liqueurs; and he had heard that the waiters there spoke French and German. Walking swiftly by at night he had seen cabs drawn up before the door and richly dressed ladies, escorted by cavaliers, alight and enter quickly. They wore noisy dresses and many wraps. Their faces were powdered and they caught up their dresses, when they touched earth, like alarmed Atalantas. He had always passed without turning his head to look. It was his habit to walk swiftly in the street even by day and whenever he found himself in the city late at night he hurried on his way apprehensively and excitedly. Sometimes, however, he courted the causes of his fear. He chose the darkest and narrowest streets and, as he walked boldly forward, the silence that was spread about his footsteps troubled him, the wandering, silent figures troubled him; and at times a sound of low fugitive laughter made him tremble like a leaf. He turned to the right towards Capel Street. Ignatius Gallaher on the London Press! Who would have thought it possible eight years before? Still, now that he reviewed the past, Little Chandler could remember many signs of future greatness in his friend. People used to say that Ignatius Gallaher was wild Of course, he did mix with a rakish set of fellows at that time. drank freely and borrowed money on all sides. In the end he had got mixed up in some shady affair, some money transaction: at least, that was one version of his flight. But nobody denied him talent. There was always a certain... something in Ignatius Gallaher that impressed you in spite of yourself. Even when he was out at elbows and at his wits' end for money he kept up a bold face. Little Chandler remembered (and the remembrance brought a slight flush of pride to his cheek) one of Ignatius Gallaher's sayings when he was in a tight corner: "Half time now, boys," he used to say light-heartedly. "Where's my considering cap?" That was Ignatius Gallaher all out; and, damn it, you couldn't but admire him for it. Little Chandler quickened his pace. For the first time in his life he felt himself superior to the people he passed. For the first time his soul revolted against the dull inelegance of Capel Street. There was no doubt about it: if you wanted to succeed you had to go away. You could do nothing in Dublin. As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone. He wondered whether he could write a poem to express his idea. Perhaps Gallaher might be able to get it into some London paper for him. Could he write something original? He was not sure what idea he wished to express but the thought that a poetic moment had touched him took life within him like an infant hope. He stepped onward bravely. Every step brought him nearer to London, farther from his own sober inartistic life. A light began to tremble on the horizon of his mind. He was not so old -- thirty-two. His temperament might be said to be just at the point of maturity. There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen. He would never be popular: he saw that. He could not sway the crowd but he might appeal to a little circle of kindred minds. The English critics, perhaps, would recognise him as one of the Celtic school by reason of the melancholy tone of his poems; besides that, he would put in allusions. He began to invent sentences and phrases from the notice which his book would get. "Mr. Chandler has the gift of easy and graceful verse." ... "wistful sadness pervades these poems." ... "The Celtic note." It was a pity his name was not more Irish-looking. Perhaps it would be better to insert his mother's name before the surname: Thomas Malone Chandler, or better still: T. Malone Chandler. He would speak to Gallaher about it. He pursued his revery so ardently that he passed his street and had to turn back. As he came near Corless's his former agitation began to overmaster him and he halted before the door in indecision. Finally he opened the door and entered. The light and noise of the bar held him at the doorways for a few moments. He looked about him, but his sight was confused by the shining of many red and green wine-glasses The bar seemed to him to be full of people and he felt that the people were observing him curiously. He glanced quickly to right and left (frowning slightly to make his errand appear serious), but when his sight cleared a little he saw that nobody had turned to look at him: and there, sure enough, was Ignatius Gallaher leaning with his back against the counter and his feet planted far apart. "Hallo, Tommy, old hero, here you are! What is it to be? What will you have? I'm taking whisky: better stuff than we get across the water. Soda? Lithia? No mineral? I'm the same Spoils the flavour.... Here, garcon, bring us two halves of malt whisky, like a good fellow.... Well, and how have you been pulling along since I saw you last? Dear God, how old we're getting! Do you see any signs of aging in me -- eh, what? A little grey and thin on the top -- what?" Ignatius Gallaher took off his hat and displayed a large closely cropped head. His face was heavy, pale and cleanshaven. His eyes, which were of bluish slate-colour, relieved his unhealthy pallor and shone out plainly above the vivid orange tie he wore. Between these rival features the lips appeared very long and shapeless and colourless. He bent his head and felt with two sympathetic fingers the thin hair at the crown. Little Chandler shook his head as a denial. Ignatius Galaher put on his hat again. "It pulls you down," be said, "Press life. Always hurry and scurry, looking for copy and sometimes not finding it: and then, always to have something new in your stuff. Damn proofs and printers, I say, for a few days. I'm deuced glad, I can tell you, to get back to the old country. Does a fellow good, a bit of a holiday. I feel a ton better since I landed again in dear dirty Dublin.... Here you are, Tommy. Water? Say when." Little Chandler allowed his whisky to be very much diluted. "You don't know what's good for you, my boy," said Ignatius Gallaher. "I drink mine neat." "I drink very little as a rule," said Little Chandler modestly. "An odd half-one or so when I meet any of the old crowd: that's all." "Ah well," said Ignatius Gallaher, cheerfully, "here's to us and to old times and old acquaintance." They clinked glasses and drank the toast. "I met some of the old gang today," said Ignatius Gallaher. "O'Hara seems to be in a bad way. What's he doing?" "Nothing, said Little Chandler. "He's gone to the dogs." "But Hogan has a good sit, hasn't he?" "Yes; he's in the Land Commission." "I met him one night in London and he seemed to be very flush.... Poor O'Hara! Boose, I suppose?" "Other things, too," said Little Chandler shortly. Ignatius Gallaher laughed. "Tommy," he said, "I see you haven't changed an atom. You're the very same serious person that used to lecture me on Sunday mornings when I had a sore head and a fur on my tongue. You'd want to knock about a bit in the world. Have you never been anywhere even for a trip?" "I've been to the Isle of Man," said Little Chandler. Ignatius Gallaher laughed. "The Isle of Man!" he said. "Go to London or Paris: Paris, for choice. That'd do you good." "Have you seen Paris?" "I should think I have! I've knocked about there a little." "And is it really so beautiful as they say?" asked Little Chandler. He sipped a little of his drink while Ignatius Gallaher finished his boldly. "Beautiful?" said Ignatius Gallaher, pausing on the word and on the flavour of his drink. "It's not so beautiful, you know. Of course, it is beautiful.... But it's the life of Paris; that's the thing. Ah, there's no city like Paris for gaiety, movement, excitement...." Little Chandler finished his whisky and, after some trouble, succeeded in catching the barman's eye. He ordered the same again. "I've been to the Moulin Rouge," Ignatius Gallaher continued when the barman had removed their glasses, "and I've been to all the Bohemian cafes. Hot stuff! Not for a pious chap like you, Tommy." Little Chandler said nothing until the barman returned with two glasses: then he touched his friend's glass lightly and reciprocated the former toast. He was beginning to feel somewhat disillusioned. Gallaher's accent and way of expressing himself did not please him. There was something vulgar in his friend which he had not observed before. But perhaps it was only the result of living in London amid the bustle and competition of the Press. The old personal charm was still there under this new gaudy manner. And, after all, Gallaher had lived, he had seen the world. Little Chandler looked at his friend enviously. "Everything in Paris is gay," said Ignatius Gallaher. "They believe in enjoying life -- and don't you think they're right? If you want to enjoy yourself properly you must go to Paris. And, mind you, they've a great feeling for the Irish there. When they heard I was from Ireland they were ready to eat me, man." Little Chandler took four or five sips from his glass. "Tell me," he said, "is it true that Paris is so... immoral as they say?" Ignatius Gallaher made a catholic gesture with his right arm. "Every place is immoral," he said. "Of course you do find spicy bits in Paris. Go to one of the students' balls, for instance. That's lively, if you like, when the cocottes begin to let themselves loose. You know what they are, I suppose?" "I've heard of them," said Little Chandler. Ignatius Gallaher drank off his whisky and shook his had. "Ah," he said, "you may say what you like. There's no woman like the Parisienne -- for style, for go." "Then it is an immoral city," said Little Chandler, with timid insistence -- "I mean, compared with London or Dublin?" "London!" said Ignatius Gallaher. "It's six of one and half-a-dozen of the other. You ask Hogan, my boy. I showed him a bit about London when he was over there. He'd open your eye.... I say, Tommy, don't make punch of that whisky: liquor up." "No, really...." "O, come on, another one won't do you any harm. What is it? The same again, I suppose?" "Well... all right." "Francois, the same again.... Will you smoke, Tommy?" Ignatius Gallaher produced his cigar-case. The two friends lit their cigars and puffed at them in silence until their drinks were served. "I'll tell you my opinion," said Ignatius Gallaher, emerging after some time from the clouds of smoke in which he had taken refuge, "it's a rum world. Talk of immorality! I've heard of cases -- what am I saying? -- I've known them: cases of... immorality...." Ignatius Gallaher puffed thoughtfully at his cigar and then, in a calm historian's tone, he proceeded to sketch for his friend some pictures of the corruption which was rife abroad. He summarised the vices of many capitals and seemed inclined to award the palm to Berlin. Some things he could not vouch for (his friends had told him), but of others he had had personal experience. He spared neither rank nor caste. He revealed many of the secrets of religious houses on the Continent and described some of the practices which were fashionable in high society and ended by telling, with details, a story about an English duchess -- a story which he knew to be true. Little Chandler as astonished. "Ah, well," said Ignatius Gallaher, "here we are in old jog- along Dublin where nothing is known of such things." "How dull you must find it," said Little Chandler, "after all the other places you've seen!" Well," said Ignatius Gallaher, "it's a relaxation to come over here, you know. And, after all, it's the old country, as they say, isn't it? You can't help having a certain feeling for it. That's human nature.... But tell me something about yourself. Hogan told me you had... tasted the joys of connubial bliss. Two years ago, wasn't it?" Little Chandler blushed and smiled. "Yes," he said. "I was married last May twelve months." "I hope it's not too late in the day to offer my best wishes," said Ignatius Gallaher. "I didn't know your address or I'd have done so at the time." He extended his hand, which Little Chandler took. "Well, Tommy," he said, "I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you never die till I shoot you. And that's the wish of a sincere friend, an old friend. You know that?" "I know that," said Little Chandler. "Any youngsters?" said Ignatius Gallaher. Little Chandler blushed again. "We have one child," he said. "Son or daughter?" "A little boy." Ignatius Gallaher slapped his friend sonorously on the back. "Bravo," he said, "I wouldn't doubt you, Tommy." Little Chandler smiled, looked confusedly at his glass and bit his lower lip with three childishly white front teeth. "I hope you'll spend an evening with us," he said, "before you go back. My wife will be delighted to meet you. We can have a little music and----" "Thanks awfully, old chap," said Ignatius Gallaher, "I'm sorry we didn't meet earlier. But I must leave tomorrow night." "Tonight, perhaps...?" "I'm awfully sorry, old man. You see I'm over here with another fellow, clever young chap he is too, and we arranged to go to a little card-party. Only for that..." "O, in that case..." "But who knows?" said Ignatius Gallaher considerately. "Next year I may take a little skip over here now that I've broken the ice. It's only a pleasure deferred." "Very well," said Little Chandler, "the next time you come we must have an evening together. That's agreed now, isn't it?" "Yes, that's agreed," said Ignatius Gallaher. "Next year if I come, parole d'honneur." "And to clinch the bargain," said Little Chandler, "we'll just have one more now." Ignatius Gallaher took out a large gold watch and looked a it. "Is it to be the last?" he said. "Because you know, I have an a.p." "O, yes, positively," said Little Chandler. "Very well, then," said Ignatius Gallaher, "let us have another one as a deoc an doruis -- that's good vernacular for a small whisky, I believe." Little Chandler ordered the drinks. The blush which had risen to his face a few moments before was establishing itself. A trifle made him blush at any time: and now he felt warm and excited. Three small whiskies had gone to his head and Gallaher's strong cigar had confused his mind, for he was a delicate and abstinent person. The adventure of meeting Gallaher after eight years, of finding himself with Gallaher in Corless's surrounded by lights and noise, of listening to Gallaher's stories and of sharing for a brief space Gallaher's vagrant and triumphant life, upset the equipoise of his sensitive nature. He felt acutely the contrast between his own life and his friend's and it seemed to him unjust. Gallaher was his inferior in birth and education. He was sure that he could do something better than his friend had ever done, or could ever do, something higher than mere tawdry journalism if he only got the chance. What was it that stood in his way? His unfortunate timidity He wished to vindicate himself in some way, to assert his manhood. He saw behind Gallaher's refusal of his invitation. Gallaher was only patronising him by his friendliness just as he was patronising Ireland by his visit. The barman brought their drinks. Little Chandler pushed one glass towards his friend and took up the other boldly. "Who knows?" he said, as they lifted their glasses. "When you come next year I may have the pleasure of wishing long life and happiness to Mr. and Mrs. Ignatius Gallaher." Ignatius Gallaher in the act of drinking closed one eye expressively over the rim of his glass. When he had drunk he smacked his lips decisively, set down his glass and said: "No blooming fear of that, my boy. I'm going to have my fling first and see a bit of life and the world before I put my head in the sack -- if I ever do." "Some day you will," said Little Chandler calmly. Ignatius Gallaher turned his orange tie and slate-blue eyes full upon his friend. "You think so?" he said. "You'll put your head in the sack," repeated Little Chandler stoutly, "like everyone else if you can find the girl." He had slightly emphasised his tone and he was aware that he had betrayed himself; but, though the colour had heightened in his cheek, he did not flinch from his friend's gaze. Ignatius Gallaher watched him for a few moments and then said: "If ever it occurs, you may bet your bottom dollar there'll be no mooning and spooning about it. I mean to marry money. She'll have a good fat account at the bank or she won't do for me." Little Chandler shook his head. "Why, man alive," said Ignatius Gallaher, vehemently, "do you know what it is? I've only to say the word and tomorrow I can have the woman and the cash. You don't believe it? Well, I know it. There are hundreds -- what am I saying? -- thousands of rich Germans and Jews, rotten with money, that'd only be too glad.... You wait a while my boy. See if I don't play my cards properly. When I go about a thing I mean business, I tell you. You just wait." He tossed his glass to his mouth, finished his drink and laughed loudly. Then he looked thoughtfully before him and said in a calmer tone: "But I'm in no hurry. They can wait. I don't fancy tying myself up to one woman, you know." He imitated with his mouth the act of tasting and made a wry face. "Must get a bit stale, I should think," he said. Little Chandler sat in the room off the hall, holding a child in his arms. To save money they kept no servant but Annie's young sister Monica came for an hour or so in the morning and an hour or so in the evening to help. But Monica had gone home long ago. It was a quarter to nine. Little Chandler had come home late for tea and, moreover, he had forgotten to bring Annie home the parcel of coffee from Bewley's. Of course she was in a bad humour and gave him short answers. She said she would do without any tea but when it came near the time at which the shop at the corner closed she decided to go out herself for a quarter of a pound of tea and two pounds of sugar. She put the sleeping child deftly in his arms and said: "Here. Don't waken him." A little lamp with a white china shade stood upon the table and its light fell over a photograph which was enclosed in a frame of crumpled horn. It was Annie's photograph. Little Chandler looked at it, pausing at the thin tight lips. She wore the pale blue summer blouse which he had brought her home as a present one Saturday. It had cost him ten and elevenpence; but what an agony of nervousness it had cost him! How he had suffered that day, waiting at the shop door until the shop was empty, standing at the counter and trying to appear at his ease while the girl piled ladies' blouses before him, paying at the desk and forgetting to take up the odd penny of his change, being called back by the cashier, and finally, striving to hide his blushes as he left the shop by examining the parcel to see if it was securely tied. When he brought the blouse home Annie kissed him and said it was very pretty and stylish; but when she heard the price she threw the blouse on the table and said it was a regular swindle to charge ten and elevenpence for it. At first she wanted to take it back but when she tried it on she was delighted with it, especially with the make of the sleeves, and kissed him and said he was very good to think of her. Hm!... He looked coldly into the eyes of the photograph and they answered coldly. Certainly they were pretty and the face itself was pretty. But he found something mean in it. Why was it so unconscious and ladylike? The composure of the eyes irritated him. They repelled him and defied him: there was no passion in them, no rapture. He thought of what Gallaher had said about rich Jewesses. Those dark Oriental eyes, he thought, how full they are of passion, of voluptuous longing!... Why had he married the eyes in the photograph? He caught himself up at the question and glanced nervously round the room. He found something mean in the pretty furniture which he had bought for his house on the hire system. Annie had chosen it herself and it reminded hi of her. It too was prim and pretty. A dull resentment against his life awoke within him. Could he not escape from his little house? Was it too late for him to try to live bravely like Gallaher? Could he go to London? There was the furniture still to be paid for. If he could only write a book and get it published, that might open the way for him. A volume of Byron's poems lay before him on the table. He opened it cautiously with his left hand lest he should waken the child and began to read the first poem in the book: Hushed are the winds and still the evening gloom, Not e'en a Zephyr wanders through the grove, Whilst I return to view my Margaret's tomb And scatter flowers on tbe dust I love. He paused. He felt the rhythm of the verse about him in the room. How melancholy it was! Could he, too, write like that, express the melancholy of his soul in verse? There were so many things he wanted to describe: his sensation of a few hours before on Grattan Bridge, for example. If he could get back again into that mood.... The child awoke and began to cry. He turned from the page and tried to hush it: but it would not be hushed. He began to rock it to and fro in his arms but its wailing cry grew keener. He rocked it faster while his eyes began to read the second stanza: Within this narrow cell reclines her clay, That clay where once... It was useless. He couldn't read. He couldn't do anything. The wailing of the child pierced the drum of his ear. It was useless, useless! He was a prisoner for life. His arms trembled with anger and suddenly bending to the child's face he shouted: "Stop!" The child stopped for an instant, had a spasm of fright and began to scream. He jumped up from his chair and walked hastily up and down the room with the child in his arms. It began to sob piteously, losing its breath for four or five seconds, and then bursting out anew. The thin walls of the room echoed the sound. He tried to soothe it but it sobbed more convulsively. He looked at the contracted and quivering face of the child and began to be alarmed. He counted seven sobs without a break between them and caught the child to his breast in fright. If it died!... The door was burst open and a young woman ran in, panting. "What is it? What is it?" she cried. The child, hearing its mother's voice, broke out into a paroxysm of sobbing. "It's nothing, Annie ... it's nothing.... He began to cry..." She flung her parcels on the floor and snatched the child from him. "What have you done to him?" she cried, glaring into his face. Little Chandler sustained for one moment the gaze of her eyes and his heart closed together as he met the hatred in them. He began to stammer: "It's nothing.... He ... he began to cry.... I couldn't ... I didn't do anything.... What?" Giving no heed to him she began to walk up and down the room, clasping the child tightly in her arms and murmuring: "My little man! My little mannie! Was 'ou frightened, love?... There now, love! There now!... Lambabaun! Mamma's little lamb of the world!... There now!" Little Chandler felt his cheeks suffused with shame and he stood back out of the lamplight. He listened while the paroxysm of the child's sobbing grew less and less; and tears of remorse started to his eyes. هشت سال پیش، او دوست خود را در دیوار شمالی دید و آرزو کرد که او به سرعت خدشه وارد کند. گالاآر درگیر بود شما می توانید آن را با یک هواپیما سفر خود، کت و شلوار Tweed او، و لهجه بی رحمانه بگویید. چند تن از اعضای دارای استعداد مانند او و کمتر هنوز هم می تواند با موفقیت از دست ندهد باقی مانده است. قلب Gallaher در جای درست بود و او سزاوار پیروزی بود. چیزی بود که یک دوست دوست داشتنی داشته باشد. افکار کوچک چاندلر از زمان ناهار، از دیدار او با گالااهر، دعوت گالااهر و شهر بزرگ لندن که گالائه زندگی می کرد، بوده است. او Little Chandler نامیده می شد، زیرا، گرچه او فقط کمی در حد متوسط ​​بود، او به این فکر می کرد که یک مرد کوچک باشد. دست های او سفید و کوچک بود، قابش شکننده بود، صدای او آرام بود و رفتار او اصلاح شد. او بزرگترین مراقبت از مومیایی های ابریشمی و سبیل خود را به دست آورد و عطر را به آرامی روی دستمال خود استفاده کرد. نیمی از قمر ناخن او کامل بود و زمانی که او لبخند زد، شما یک نگاه اجمالی از یک ردیف از دندان های سفید کودکانه گرفتید. همانطور که در صندلی خود نشسته بود در مسافرخانه پادشاه فکر کرد که چه چیزی این هشت سال تغییر کرده است. دوستی که او تحت پوشش وحشتناک و ناخوشایند شناخته شده بود تبدیل به یک شخصیت درخشان در مطبوعات لندن شد. او اغلب از نوشته های خسته کننده اش تبدیل به نگاه کردن از پنجره دفتر. درخشش یک غروب خورشید پاییز پایه های علفی و پیاده روی را پوشش داد. این دوش گرد و غبار طلایی مهربان را در پرستاران بی نظیر و پیرزن های قدیمی که روی نیمکت نشسته اند، ریختند؛ آن را بر روی تمام شخصیت های متحرک - بر کودکان که در طول مسیر گران و هر کسی که از طریق باغ عبور کرد فریاد زد. او صحنه را تماشا کرد و به زندگی فکر کرد؛ و (همانطور که همیشه اتفاق می افتاد زمانی که او از زندگی فکر کرد) غمگین شد. ماندنی ملایم او را گرفتار کرد. او احساس کرد که چقدر بی فایده بود که مبارزه با ثروت را انجام دهد، این همان بار گرایی است که سنی برای او تعیین کرده بود. او کتاب های شعر را در قفسه های خود در خانه به یاد می آورد. او در روزهای کارشناسی و بسیاری از اوقات آنها را در حالی که در اتاق کوچک اتاق نشسته بود، خریداری کرده بود، او وسوسه شد تا از قفسه کتاب بیرون برود و چیزی را به همسرش بخواند. اما خجالت همیشه او را برگزار کرد؛ و بنابراین کتاب ها در قفسه هایشان باقی مانده بودند. او گاه خطوط خود را تکرار کرد و این او را محکم گرفت. هنگامی که ساعت او زده شد، او برخاست و از میز خود و همکارانش به راحتی از خانه بیرون رفت. او از زیر قوس فئودال قورباغه های پادشاه، یک شخصیت شسته و رفته، و به آرامی پایین خیابان هنریتا آمد. غروب آفتاب طلایی در حال کاهش بود و هوا شدید شد. انبوهی از کودکان خشن در خیابان زندگی می کردند. آنها ایستاده بودند و یا در مسیر راه فرار می کردند و یا گام ها را پیش از دراز کشیدن می کشیدند و یا مانند موش ها روی آستانه نشسته بودند. کمی چاندلر به آنها فکر نکرد. او به طرز محسوسی از طریق تمام آن لحظات زندگی مانند خرگوش و زیر سایه طاقچه های طوفانی طلایی که در آن نجیب قدیم دوبلین غرق شده بود را انتخاب کرد. هیچ خاطره ای از گذشته او را نادیده نگرفت، زیرا ذهن او پر از شادی است. او هرگز در Corless نبود اما ارزش نام آن را می دانست. او می دانست که مردم بعد از تئاتر به خوردن صدف ها و نوشیدن لیکورها رفتند؛ و او شنیده بود که پیشخدمت ها در آنجا فرانسه و آلمانی صحبت می کردند. در شب به سرعت راه می رفت، او قبل از در خانه کابین ها را می ساخت و خانم های غواصی که با کاوالیور همراهی می کردند، بیرون می زدند و به سرعت وارد می شدند. آنها لباس های پر سر و صدای زیادی داشتند. چهره آنها پودر شد و لباس های خود را گرفتند، وقتی که زمین را لمس کرد، مانند آتالانتا، مضطرب. او همیشه بدون چرخیدن سر خود را نگاه کرد. عادت او این بود که حتی در روز به سرعت در خیابان راه برود و هر زمان که او در شهر خود را در شهر به دام انداخته بود، با آرامش و هیجان زدگی از راه خود عجله کرد. گاهی اوقات، با این حال، او دلایل ترس او را تحمل کرد. او تاریک ترین و باریک ترین خیابان ها را انتخاب کرد و، همانطور که به آرامی راه می رفت، سکوت که در مورد راه های او گسترش یافت، او را نگران کرد، چهره های سرگردان و خاموش، او را ناراحت کرد؛ و بارها صدایی از خنده فتوحات کم ساخته شده او را مثل یک برگ لرزید. او به سمت راست به سمت خیابان کاپل تبدیل شده است. ایگناتیس گالائر در مطبوعات لندن! چه کسی هشت سال پیش ممکن بود فکر کند؟ با این حال، اکنون که او گذشته را بررسی کرد، کمی چاندلر می توانست بسیاری از نشانه های بزرگی آینده را در دوستش به یاد بیاورد. مردم میگفتند که ایگناتیس گالااهر وحشی بود البته او در آن زمان با یک مجموعه ی برفی از همتایان مخلوط شد. آزادانه نوشید و پول را از همه طرف قرض گرفت. در نهایت او در برخی از مسائل سایه دار مخلوط شد، برخی از معامله پول: حداقل، این یک نسخه از پرواز او بود. اما هیچ کس او را استعداد نپذیرفت. همیشه یک چیز خاص وجود داشت ... در ایگناتیس گالائر که به رغم خودت تحت تاثیر قرار گرفت. حتی زمانی که او در آرنج بود و در پایان عقل خود برای پول، چهره ای جسورانه داشت. کمی چاندلر به یاد می آورد (و یادآوری موجب افتادن غرور به چهره او شد) یکی از ایگناسیوس گ

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THERE IS SO MUCH TO LIKE ABOUT YOU BABY, COMPLIMENTING YOU WOULD TAKE LONGER THAN INFINITY. YOU ARE THE WOMAN OF MY FANTASY, AND I CAN’T IMAGINE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU BABY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

به نظر می رسد که شما بیش از حد عادت دارید. شما زن فانتزی من هستید، و من نمیتوانم زندگی خود را بدون شما بیاموزم. تولدت مبارک.



DEAR GRANDPA, I WISH YOU A LONG AND HEALTHY LIFE AHEAD. A LIFE THAT’S FILLED WITH GREAT JOY AND WONDER. BEST BDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING GRANDPA IN THE WORLD!



عزیز، من می خواهم شما زندگی طولانی و سالم داشته باشید. زندگی که پر از شور و شوق بزرگ است. بهترین روز دنیا به بزرگترین حیرت انگیز در جهان!


FLY IN THE P OF AMBITION,
AND ON THE AIRPORT OF
SUCCESS,
LUCK IS YOURS,
WISH IS MINE
MAY UR FUTURE
ALWAYS SHINE. . .
WITH LOTZ LOVE
'HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 YOU



پرواز در مسابقه،
و در فرودگاه از
موفقیت
خوشبختی شماست
خواهش می کنم
آینده ممکن است
همیشه شاین . .
با عشق LOTZ
'تولدت مبارک 2 تو




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OUR BELOVED SON, THE SITCOM OF OUR LIFE HAS BECOME A BLOCKBUSTER HIT RIGHT AFTER YOU CAME OUT OF THIS WORLD. YOU HAVE PLAYED THE SUPPORTING ROLE, YET LATER ON, YOU TOOK OVER AS THE LEAD