Written and Illustrated by
G.G. Toropov and Cleone Cassidy
Little Miss Mary was tired of shopping –
All day on her feet she’d been merrily hopping
From boutique to salon, from one to the other,
While asking for THIS and for THAT from her Mother…
I want to have this and I want to have that!
These shoes that I bought will look nice with that hat.
My open-toed sandals are just, SOOO passé!
If I wear them to school, what WILL the girls say?
I need: a new skirt, and a dress, and a jacket,
For tennis, new trainers to match my new racket,
New t-shirt. New blouse. A new Fendi bag –
The one on display, with a WHOPPING price tag!
Little Miss Mary’s Mommy was proud –
She too always spent to the limit allowed
On the gold credit card, which her husband had given –
She KNEW her excesses would soon be forgiven.
Little Miss Mary was a chip off the block.
If she could shop, she would shop and right round the clock!
Three-sixty a year and twenty-four-seven,
Impressive for someone who just turned eleven…
But hardly a coup, when ALL posh Mommies coo
Into Porsche baby prams: Gucci-goo, Gucci-goo.
No wonder that Mary’s first words to her nanny
Were: Pla-da, Ga-ba-na, Lac-wa and A-ma-ni!
Moschino? Versace? Where shall we go next?
That’s enough for today, you maxed-out the AmEx.
Any more shopping must wait till tomorrow,
There’s plenty more money that Daddy can borrow.
on hearing
the news Mary drew a deep sigh
But there’s SOOO much more that I wanted to buy.
Sooo many shoes that I kept a keen eye on,
Sooo many dresses I wanted to try on.
But Mommy had already summoned assistants,
Who replied to her call in no more than an instance.
In a blink of an eye they were all in position,
Eager to please (as they worked for commission).
They loaded their bags in the big four-by-four.
They filled up the boot and they covered the floor,
Till there was no space left, no place left to pack,
So they piled even more bags above the ski-rack.
And off home they drove – Mother and Daughter
Hydrating themselves with Evian water;
Mom at the wheel of her new Chelsea Tractor,
Miss Mary behind her, poised to distract her…
With pertinent problems like: How can one tell
Between bags that are bootleg and REAL Chanel?
Or questions like: Mom why don’t WE have a butler?
And other BIG issues from Vogue and from Tatler.
The traffic, amazingly, wasn’t too bad.
They arrived in no-time at their posh Mayfair pad;
A GORGEOUS, split-level, detached pied-à-terre
Where Little Miss Mary lived with-out a care.
And that’s where we find her – tired from shopping,
Exhausted from all of that running and hopping
From salon to boutique with Mom as her caddie,
Buying up Bond Street and all on her Daddy…
Who works all day long, all night long in the City
As Chair Of The Board and as Head Of Committees;
Earning big bucks so that she can look pretty –
NO EXPENSE SPARED on his Sweet Little Kitty.
Little Miss Mary made her Daddy proud
By jumping in queues and by pushing through crowds,
By spending his money in ALL sorts of places
From Moscow to Paris, from Harrods to Macy’s.
Mary would COME, she would SEE, she would BUY!
From Cannes to Hong Kong, from Milan to Dubai.
If there was a contest, then she would be crowned:
The world’s greatest shopper! (pound for pound).
But now she was tired and lay on her bed.
Musing if this season’s black would be red.
Mulling the fate of poor fabric exporters
If all the designers cut skirts by three-quarters.
She put on her eye-mask and drifted to sleep;
Counting sheep, after sheep, after sheep, after sheep,
But all the while thinking: How it would be better
To use all their wool for a Burberry sweater.
Soon Little Miss Mary was out like a light,
But she didn’t sleep long and woke up with a fright!
She opened her eyes and was very surprised
When a huge, hairy Monster… MATERIALIZED!The Monster yelled BOO! to give Mary a scare,
But Mary just fixed the great Beast with a stare.
She looked up and down from his toes to his hair
With total disdain while the Monster stood there.
Why! asked the Monster You show me no fear!?
Have you looked in the mirror? You’re just SOOO last year!
Your tail isn’t bad, but is there a reason…
For sporting those horns, which are just SOOO last season?
The
Monster was stunned. At a loss what to say
His prey wasn’t screaming or running away!
He wasn’t accustomed to such a response,
He was used to HYSTERICS not pert nonchalance.
But Mary stayed poised as a lady should be,
She displayed no attempt or desire to flee.
She turned on the light so that he could see clearer
And showed the big Monster his FACE in the mirror.
He gawked for a while at his wretched reflection
He winced at his wrinkled and withered complexion.
My skin feels like leather, I have crusty eyes!
What did you expect when you don’t moisturize?
My nails are all broken! My teeth are all yellow!
My fur is in clumps! He let out a BELLOW!
My horns are askew and my coat is molting.
He started to sob… I am… truly… revolting!
Come on now don’t cry. Said Little Miss Mary.
You DO have a choice, you don’t HAVE to be scary!
Behind that snarl and that piercing stare,
You’re just a big softy – a HUGE teddy-bear!
But the big hairy Monster was not quite as certain –
Embarrassed he wrapped himself up in a curtain
And told Little Mary that with-out a doubt,
He’s a HIDEOUS creature and he’ll NEVER come out.
Miss Mary agreed: You are ugly for sure,
But it’s something you really don’t have to endure.
So you haven’t been blessed with the best of genetics;
Who needs Mother Nature, when we have cosmetics!?
For each of your problems you’ll find there’s a cure
From a deep cleansing facial to a French pedicure.
To NUMEROUS methods for rogue hair removal
So what do you say? Do I have your approval?
Would you like to be pampered and fashioned and styled?
MADE-OVER BY MARY? – The big Monster smiled.
I can tell from that smile that it’s been quite a while
Since you’ve seen a toothbrush, or have used a nail-file.
And I sense from your stench, or at least I presume,
That you’re also a stranger to soap and perfume.
While Little Miss Mary stood pinching her nose
The big Monster blushed from his head to his toes.
Don’t worry said Mary We’ll give you a shower
We’ll soak you and clean you, we’ll scrub and we’ll scour.
We’ll cleanse and we’ll tone, we’ll wax and we’ll pluck,
We’ll snip and we’ll peel, we’ll nip and we’ll tuck!
If you want to look pretty you’re on the right path.
Lets start with the basics… You’re having a bath!She dragged the big Monster inside her en-suite
Full of lotions and potions all fragrant and sweet,
Full of loofahs and sponges to rub and to scrub
And rose scented candles lit round the tub.
Once there the Monster forgot ALL his troubles
In bath salts and oils and white, fluffy bubbles.
And as he relaxed, Mary started her mission;
She began by shampooing and then she conditioned…
She used tinted toners, tonics and creams,
She applied elbow grease (as weird as it seems)
Because THAT, for Miss Mary, was EX-tremely rare.
After all, she was heir to a millionaire.
She rolled up her sleeves and got stuck in her task.
She smeared on a Dead Sea, firming face masque.
She lathered and foamed, she combed and untangled,
Till the Monster emerged spick-n-span and newfangled!
Well there you go, you no longer smell foul.
Said Little Miss Mary, handing over a towel.
And now for the fun part, lets start from the top
To be brutally honest your hair is a MOP!
I have to
be frank – I am not even sure
Of how to approach this kind of coiffure.
Maybe a fringe? Or a crop? Or a bob?
Or perhaps a French Plait will do just the job?
Whatever we do you will first have to swear;
In future you’ll take better care of your hair.
How on EARTH did you ever expect to make friends
With split-ends that have their OWN split-ends?
The Monster’s face faded by at least several shades
Once he spotted the glint of the sharp scissor blades.
Frightened, he opted to keep his eyes shut
And chewed on his nails, through his first haircut.
Mary danced round his head like a crazed ballerina,
Like a MAD matador in a bullfight arena;
Dodging his horns while clipping his ears,
Which, it has to be said, only worsened his fears.
The Monster’s anxiety did not diminish
Until Little Mary announced: I AM FINISHED!
He opened his eyes and was over the Moon!
It looked like his cut was by Vidal Sassoon!
His hair was no longer the nest of a vulture;
It was modern-art like an avant-garde sculpture.
Geometric yet flowing. Organic yet neat…
And that’s just the mound that lay at his feet!I’m so HAPPY Miss Mary I could give you a kiss!
While you have halitosis, I’ll give that a miss;
There’s still so much more that needs to be done.
Don’t think this is over. The fun’s JUST begun!
Mary brushed up his teeth until they were white.
She polished his horns so they weren’t such a fright.
She curled his eyelashes and buffed every nail.
She fluffed up his wings and she straightened his tail.
His immense monobrow was trimmed and then tweezed,
The spots on his nose were steamed and then squeezed,
She plucked his disgusting, unsightly nose hairs,
She peeled and exfoliated LOTS of skin layers…
With Caviar Granules for Derma-abrasionTM
Which Mommy’s been saving for special occasions,
Who swore that the tiny, dried eggs from a Sturgeon
Were better than dating a TOP plastic surgeon.
The results were AMAZING! Not a wrinkle in sight!
The Monster could hardly contain his delight.
He clapped his big hands and he stomped his huge feet,
But Mary’s makeover STILL wasn’t complete!
She waited for calm and then said: I suppose,
It’s time that we found some suitable clothes.
My Daddy’s quite fat, so I’m sure we can find
A suit that would fit your ENORMOUS behind.
They went to the wardrobe and opened the door,
It was haute-couture HEAVEN from ceiling to floor.
There were shoes, there were suits and dresses galore!
GAULTIER, GIVENCHY, CHANNEL, and DIOR!
The Monster was slack-jawed, his eyes open wide,
He hadn’t the SLIGHTEST clue how to decide
Between: Prada, Armani or Gucci, or Boss.
In this maze of designers he was quite at a loss!
But thankfully Little Miss Mary was able
To find her way through the labyrinth of labels.
She scoured the shelves and rummaged through rails,
Convinced that the Monster would look great in tails…
Mary searched for her father’s bespoke formal wear,
After all it was Daddy, who made her aware
That even a MONKEY dressed up in a tux
Had a GOOD chance to look like a million bucks.
She furnished the Monster with J.P. Tod’s shoes,
A Ralph Lauren shirt, then proceeded to choose
A STUNNING tuxedo from Louis Vuitton
And with bated breath waited – as he put it on.
Within a few moments Miss Mary could tell
That the dressing-up part wasn’t going so well.
It became pretty clear his suit wouldn’t fit
When the Monster bent down and his trousers split!
Propriety precludes me from telling you where,
But it was, as you guessed, an embarrassing tear.
The pants weren’t designed for a beast of his size.
And the rest of the clothes met a likewise demise…
The tailor-made tailcoat was torn into shreds!
The shirt was reduced to some buttons on threads!
The waistcoat was wasted! The shoes were too small;
His toes burst through them, but then, worst of all…
The Royal Ascot top hat, which was worn to the races,
Got impaled on the Monster’s big horn of all places!
The final result was the tux was in TATTERS…
The Monster had turned haute-couture into schmattas!
I cannot believe I could be so naïve!
Said Little Miss Mary a little bit peeved:
I ought to have guessed it SOOO much faster
That getting you dressed would end in disaster!
But the big hairy Monster was simply ecstatic,
He tingled all over (though it may have been static)
So what if his clothes were ripped at the seams?
They MORE than exceeded his WILDEST dreams!
I want to thank you so much, I don’t know where to start?
Instead of my gut, there’s a place in my heart.
For Mary you’ve changed me both inside and out.
I was going to devour you… Now I’m DEVOUT!
I can’t wait to get back to the big monsters’ lair
To show them my clothes, my skin and my hair.
I shall teach other Monsters how not to be feared!
He thanked her once more and with that… disappeared.
After waving good-bye Mary drew a deep sigh,
Lay back and imagined new things she could buy,
But hard as she tried her dreams weren’t the same,
Compared to the Monster they all seemed so… tame.
Her entire short life she’d behaved like a brat
With a Can I have this? and a Can I have that!
But it looked like she’d finally found her passion;
Not JUST for herself, but for big monster fashion.
She never imagined one day she may yearn
Not for dresses or shoes, but a Monster’s return.
When all of a sudden, she heard something creaking.
She sat up and listened to scraping and squeaking…
The closet doors opened and through them came out
A motley of monsters with horns, tails and snouts;
Sharp teeth and long tentacles, talons and trunks,
Some hairy, some scaly ALL smelly as skunks!
It’s hard to find words to describe their features;
They were, beyond doubt, the UGLIEST creatures!
Every single one weird, every single one wild,
Every single one there to be fashioned and styled.
What do you do, when you’re faced with such freaks?
Do you faint? Do you run? Do you hide? Do you shriek?
Miss Mary’s solution was typically chic:
I will open the world’s first MONSTER BOUTIQUE!
The End
التصنيف: الإنجليزية
[never say] من روآئـع شكسبير~O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of Love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign’d
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain’d,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my ; in it thou art my all{ …الترجمــة
لا تقولي أبدا إن قلبي خان
وإن أبدى الغياب خمود مشاعري
فإن سهل علي أن أغادر ذاتي
فروحي تسكن قلبك
موطن حبي الذي إن بعدت عنه
عدت إليه كالمسافر
العائد في موعده
أطهر آثامي
لا تصدقي رغم كل الضعف الذي يملأ كل دم
فيعكر صفوه
أن أترك نعيمك للعدم .
لا شيء من هذا العالم الفسيح أطلبه
سواك يا زهرتي . يا كل ما لدي .With all my Love
سبحان الله و بحمده
التصنيفات
Great Bird للدراسة
مسآآكم
ربي بكل الورد المنثور ..||no body listens
nobody wants to listen
no one hears you
the life is very hard especially if you were lonely
without a good friend or lover
paind so much
your heart is bleeding
brokend form cruelty people with you
my friendi can see the pain in your pure eyes
without you speak or i know who are you really
iam not a witch
but iam like you
that sheen which I see it in your eyes , I try hard to hide it but it is clear
look at the red which rise the sky , even tell you daytime is gone and come
our long night like my days & your days
wipe your tears my friend
i think it is time to say good bye
spread your gold wings like a great bired and let the winds
take you with it.
الترجمه
طائر عظيملا احد يسمع
لااحد يريد ان يسمع
لن يسمع احد
الحياة صعبه جدا خصوصا اذا كنت وحيدا بدون صديق او حبيب
تتألم تبكي !!
قلبك ينزف
منكسر من قسوة البشر معك
يا صديقي استطيع ان ارى الألم في عينيك بدون ان تتكلم او ان اعلم من تكون
لست ساحره
لكني مثلك
هذا اللمعان الذي اراه بعينيك أحاول جاهده ان أخفيه ولكنه فاضح
انظر الى الحمره التي تعتلي السماء حتى تخبرك برحيل النهار وقدوم ليلنا الطويل
ليل يشبه لون ايامك وايامي
امسح دموعك يا صديقي
اعتقد انه حان الوقت لنقول وداعا
افرد جنحيك كطائر عظيم ودع الرياح تأخدك معها..
سبحان الله و بحمده
السلام عليكم
بحسدكم على اتقانكم للغه الانجليزيه اولابديتها حسد
وتانيا عندي طموح اني اكمل تعليم اللغه الانجليزيه بس بمساعدتكم لي
انا مش مبتدئه بالانجليزي بس مشكلتي ما بعرف اركب الجمل على بعض
عندي القراءة ممتاز
وحفظ كلمات حافظه اللي اعطونا اياهم بالمدارس
الترجمه نص ونص
الكتابه غيبا يمكن انسى حرف او ازيد حرف هيك شي
المهم عندي تركيب الجمل على بعض هو اللي نفسي اسويه(قرمر-grummer)
بتمنى تساعدوني
انا متواجده هنا كل يوم تقريبا وحابه استفيد منكميسلمو مقدما
سبحان الله و بحمده
التصنيفات
a song of my formation انجليزية
Hi everybody !
how is it going ??
I love writting english songs
and this is a song that I wrote it all by my self
with nohelp….really!
too bad I can’t sing it 4 you
ok…here it is : "It you just know"
*Man…another day is new
Don’t know what to do
I just can’t wait to see you
I missed you
And if you just know…how Im tormented now..
And I don’t know..if it will take that long
Cause I don’t know…when the bleeding stoppes
It you just know..those feelings made me so sad
And I totally feel bad
I wonder when you’ll meet me…and I will meet you
Then I won’t let you go
you know ? I love you so much
No, no , no you actually don’t know
if you just know…
I think about you in each day
Even if Im walking on my way
I need you…come back !
Right now……
and I don’t know..if it will take that long
Cause I don’t know..when the bleeding stoppes
If you just know.. those feelings made me so sad
And I totally feel bad
I wonder when you’ll meet me..and I will meet you
Then I won’t let you go
you know ? I love you so much
No, no, no you actually don’t know
If you just know
So………what do you think?
سبحان الله و بحمده
by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey
Many nights we prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hope for a song
We barely understoodNow we are not afraid
Although we know there’s much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could, whoa, yesThere can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It’s hard to killWho knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe[Mmm…mmm…mmm…yeah]
Mmm…yeah…In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer bird
Too swiftly flown awayYet now I’m standing here
My heart’s so full, I can’t explain
Seeking faith and speakin’ words
I never thought I’d sayThere can be miracles
When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail
It’s hard to kill (Mmm)Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe[Hey…]
[Ooh…]They don’t know it’s often when you ask, uh
And it’s easy to give in to your fear, uh [Oh]
But when you’re blind you find your pain
Can see or wake me through the rain
???Boy, am I still resilient voice???
Says love is the relief, oh… [Oh…]There can be miracles (Miracles)
When you believe (Boy, when you believe, yeah) [Though hope is frail]
Though hope is frail [It’s hard]
It’s hard to kill (Hard to kill, oh, yeah)Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve, oh…)
When you believe somehow you will (Somehow, somehow, somehow)
Somehow you will (I know, I know, know)
You will when you believe [When you]
(Oh…oh…)
[You will when you]
(You will when you believe)
[Ooh…ooh…ooh…]
[Oh…oh…]
[When you believe]
[When you believeمع
تحياتي بيسو
سبحان الله و بحمده
التصنيفات
Maybe Enrique ieglesias
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIf I had one single wish
I,d go back to the moment I kissed
you goodbye no matter how hard I tried
I can,t be without you in my life
Maybe you,LL say you still want me
Maybe you,LL say that don,t
Maybe we said it was over
BABY I can,tlet YOU go
I walk around try to understand
where we went wrong and I can,t pretend
It wasn,t me it wasn,t you
But I,m convinced we gave up too soon
Nothing left to lose after losing you
There,s nothing I can tell you
When I run to you When I COME for YOU
YOU TELL ME I,M TOO LATE
هذه أغنيه (Enrique maybe ) أتمنى أن تعجبكم
سبحان الله و بحمده
I’d like to share with these words and I hope you like them….
اود ان اشارككم تلك الكلمات و التى اتمنى ان تحوز اعجابكم
A successful learner is one who:
المتعلم الناجح هو الذي:* is prepared to take risks
مستعد ان يخوض التجربة.* is motivated to learn English
لدية الدافع القوي للتعلم* is creative
ان يكون مبدع* is well organized
ان يكون منظم في تعلمة* pays attention
ان يصب انتباهه في تعلمها* has concentration
لدية التركيز المطلوب* is curious
ان يكون محب للاطلاع و لدية فضول* is confident
ان يكون واثق* does’t give up
لا يستسلم بسهولة اي لدية عزيمة قوية* is keen to comunicate
يحب ان يتواصل مع الناس* participates actively
يشارك بفعالية* corrects own mistakes
يصحح اخطائة بنفسة* takes every opportunity to use English
ان يستغل اي فرصة ممكنة في استخدام اللغة
فمن لدية هذه الصفات تصبح تعلم اللغة سهلة و ميسرةتحياتي….
سبحان الله و بحمده
التصنيفات
بعض المجاملات للتعلم السريع
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم …
هذي بعض المجاملات في اللغه الانجليزيه
Congratulations
تهنئه
..
Good luck
حظا سعيدا
..
Best of luck in your new job
حظ افضل في عملك الجديد
..
Thank you very much
اشكرك كثيرا
..
I wish you lost of happiness in your new home
اتمنى لكم السعاده في بيتكم الجديد
..
I wish you the speediest recovery
اتمنى لك الشفاء العاجل
..
For your promotion Congratulations
تهانينا لترقيتك
..
Are you happy in your new place
هل انت مسرور في مكانك الجديد
..
Quite happy , thank you
مسرور جدا ، أشكرك
..
How`s your work ?
كيف تسير اعمالك
..
It`s going fine
انها على ما يرام
..
Thank a lot for the the nice gift
شكرا جزيلا للهديه الرائعه
..
I am glad you like it
انا سعيد لانك احببته
..ا
Thank you for the coffee
اشكرك على القهوه
..
You`re very welcome
يا اهلا بك
..
Thank so much for inviting me
شكر لدعوتك لي
..
I hope you can come agine soon
اتمنى ان تاتي مرة اخرى
..
Please give my best wishes to your family
انقل سلامي الى العائله
..
I`ll do that
سأفعل ذلك
..
I can`t thank you enough
لا استطيع شكرك كفاية
..
Don`t mention it
لا تبالي
..
Could I have your advice
هل تعطيني رايك
..
I sincerely regret this error
اسف حقيقة لهذا الخطا
..
سبحان الله و بحمده
التصنيفات
Titanic Wo0ords انجليزية
My Heart Will Go On
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go onFar across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go onNear, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and onLove can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we’re goneLove was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we’ll always go onNear, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go On and onYou’re here, there’s nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We’ll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
