maybeنقل قول:
I dont want to like sound pessimist , but it's obvious that the guy think more about selling his books than giving you the right choice ..
but that guy was read every 4 books
I don,t know
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maybeنقل قول:
I dont want to like sound pessimist , but it's obvious that the guy think more about selling his books than giving you the right choice ..
but that guy was read every 4 books
I don,t know
I think the best to judge about a book is reading the original version of a book .. not a translated version and the original versions are usually more obvious ... unfortunately I couldn't find the Alchemist .... I'll pay my final effort next week
but I have the Alchemist even in Persian and in English
you can buy it from a website
I bought some books in this wayکد:www.caravan.ir
And If you couldn,t find this book I thing It,s the best way to buy it from this website
ThX but the last time that I bought book online I didn't get a good result ... I prefer to go store and have a look at the book before buy it ....... Because I dun know buy Man_E_ O or The Alchemistنقل قول:
Have FuN
نقل قول:well actually i don't really know the reason. but i could only think of some possibilities and just had some guesses. like the doctor's wife being their saver! it was as if the doctor's wife could see instead of all of them, helped all of them, suffered instead of all of them, had pains, saw horrible things which made her wish she was blind too, but none of them stopped her from continuing her way to help others. specially near the end of the story when they all are finally free, we see how patiently she takes the responsibility of all of them and it's as if she shares her eyes with them showing them the way and guiding them and helping them to survive and continue their life, avoiding from becoming like others.
maybe the writer let her see so that she could help the rest and be as kind as she could be.
but i'm not sure of any of these! hard to understand what the writer really meant!
dear seymour, can we know your opinion and comment about this book, too?:11:l
yeah really it was hardنقل قول:
but i'm not sure of any of these! hard to understand what the writer really meant!
yes plz I like to know his opinion and the others who was read this bookنقل قول:
dear seymour, can we know your opinion and comment about this book, too? [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ] l
wow
that,s a perfect idea to speak about books
unfortunately I didn,t read that book you,re discussing it
but friends
I read the Alchemist
It was really hard to understanding
when you start to discuss that I will come
نقل قول:ok we will wait for you
have fun
نقل قول:welcome dear wini pooh:11:
if you like to read this book, i've uploaded it here for you:
you can read it if you like and we'll be glad to know your opinion, too:20:کد:http://www.mediafire.com/?exzjghblsjc
good luck
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نقل قول:actually I read this book long ago ... anyway the eye-blindness in the book is a metaphor for the blindess of hearts and minds ... I agree with you two on " why the women didn't go blind"
look at here
why there isn,t anybody here?what,s up?unfortunately I had some problems but where are the others
نقل قول:hey dear Mahsa, well, I wanted to take part a couple of days ago but I thought you are reading 'blindness' right now n you are going to talk about it, so I decided to keep silent but just to yr info, last night I finished 'memories of geisha' by 'Arthur Golden', I had watched the movie but the book grabbed my attention more; actually I read the English one, so there are some parts which I have to read again to follow properly
:20:but generally, I liked it
Dear Mahsa .. I see you you've used a saying by Osho .. have you read about him ? ... what do you think about him ?
نقل قول:yeah I know him a little
I have 3 books of him
he was an Indian mystic and philosopher
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hi
talking about Blindness or The Alchemist?
At last I bought The Alchemist .... I'm reading it and reached to half of it .... I really enjoy it and I've read some psychological books before and now I find out all of that books are in it .... I'll finish it and back and talking about it more because its better to conclude about a book when you finished it,yea?
GOOD LUCK
there is nobody who read the Blindness right now
So we can start The Alchemist if you like
yنقل قول:ou know why I asked that ? ... 'cause he's kinda infamous ... check out his biography on neutral sources ... doesn't look like a true guru - doesn't act like one ...
ok .... You start first .... I'll finish it till tomorrowنقل قول:
hi
I finished the book .... it had a very good finish and it was a very meaningful story. During reading this book 3 things was sticky in my mind: the story about that beautiful girl at the beginning of the story and the story that the old king described for Santiago and the sentence that The alchemist said:"maybe God created desert to make laugh on the human mouth when he/she sees the trees"
and I saw some Psychological things that I've read about them in Present and Who moved my cheese specially when Santiago sold his sheep.... and when the old man said to him:"I attend to my walking when I'm walking and I attend to my stopping when I'm standing"
and if I wanna give point to this story I'll give 9.5/10
and I feel that is a psychological story rather than a novel!
waiting for your viewpoints
Question
why 9.5 ? what makes you to gave this mark to this book
I got it 9.5 because it was a little a complicated story and that is not a general story but other parts was great and I think that is the most completed book that I've read and an other beautiful thing that I read in his book was:"Love doesn't stop anyone to receive to his private dream" I feel that is good describing of loveنقل قول:
Dear Antonio Andolini
what parts of the book attracted you and made you feel happy
at end of the story where the thief told him he had a same dream like him but he didn't pay attention to it
what about you mahsa?
I like that parts that the boy was thinking about his love
and also when I read the end of story I laughed
after reading it I searched for sign in my life and I could find some of them
I think it's better to introduce the books you have read and talk about it and get a rate to it and say your pointview about it ... because it's hard to find a book that everyone has rad it
Hey guys where are u
you don,t read books anymore
I've recently finished John Christopher Trilogy : Sword of the Spirits
unfortunately I didn,t read it
Recently I read a very impressive short story by Anthon Chekhov; I'd like to share it with u guys
read it n in case u liked it we can have a descussion 'bout it
"To whom shall I tell my grief?"The twilight of evening. Big flakes of wet snow are whirling lazily about the street lamps, which have just been lighted, and lying in a thin soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, caps. Iona Potapov, the sledge-driver, is all white like a ghost. He sits on the box without stirring, bent as double as the living body can be bent. If a regular snowdrift fell on him it seems as though even then he would not think it necessary to shake it off.... His little mare is white and motionless too. Her stillness, the angularity of her lines, and the stick-like straightness of her legs make her look like a halfpenny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Anyone who has been torn away from the plough, from the familiar gray landscapes, and cast into this slough, full of monstrous lights, of unceasing uproar and hurrying people, is bound to think.
It is a long time since Iona and his nag have budged. They came out of the yard before dinnertime and not a single fare yet. But now the shades of evening are falling on the town. The pale light of the street lamps changes to a vivid color, and the bustle of the street grows noisier.
"Sledge to Vyborgskaya!" Iona hears. "Sledge!"
Iona starts, and through his snow-plastered eyelashes sees an officer in a military overcoat with a hood over his head.
"To Vyborgskaya," repeats the officer. "Are you asleep? To Vyborgskaya!"
In token of assent Iona gives a tug at the reins which sends cakes of snow flying from the horse's back and shoulders. The officer gets into the sledge. The sledge-driver clicks to the horse, cranes his neck like a swan, rises in his seat, and more from habit than necessity brandishes his whip. The mare cranes her neck, too, crooks her stick-like legs, and hesitatingly sets off....
"Where are you shoving, you devil?" Iona immediately hears shouts from the dark mass shifting to and fro before him. "Where the devil are you going? Keep to the r-right!"
"You don't know how to drive! Keep to the right," says the officer angrily.
A coachman driving a carriage swears at him; a pedestrian crossing the road and brushing the horse's nose with his shoulder looks at him angrily and shakes the snow off his sleeve. Iona fidgets on the box as though he were sitting on thorns, jerks his elbows, and turns his eyes about like one possessed as though he did not know where he was or why he was there.
"What rascals they all are!" says the officer jocosely. "They are simply doing their best to run up against you or fall under the horse's feet. They must be doing it on purpose."
Iona looks as his fare and moves his lips.... Apparently he means to say something, but nothing comes but a sniff.
"What?" inquires the officer.
Iona gives a wry smile, and straining his throat, brings out huskily: "My son... er... my son died this week, sir."
"H'm! What did he die of?"
Iona turns his whole body round to his fare, and says:
"Who can tell! It must have been from fever.... He lay three days in the hospital and then he died.... God's will."
"Turn round, you devil!" comes out of the darkness. "Have you gone cracked, you old dog? Look where you are going!"
"Drive on! drive on!... " says the officer. "We shan't get there till to-morrow going on like this. Hurry up!"
The sledge-driver cranes his neck again, rises in his seat, and with heavy grace swings his whip. Several times he looks round at the officer, but the latter keeps his eyes shut and is apparently disinclined to listen. Putting his fare down at Vyborgskaya, Iona stops by a restaurant, and again sits huddled up on the box.... Again the wet snow paints him and his horse white. One hour passes, and then another....
Three young men, two tall and thin, one short and hunchbacked, come up, railing at each other and loudly stamping on the pavement with their goloshes.
"Cabby, to the Police Bridge!" the hunchback cries in a cracked voice. "The three of us,... twenty kopecks!"
Iona tugs at the reins and clicks to his horse. Twenty kopecks is not a fair price, but he has no thoughts for that. Whether it is a rouble or whether it is five kopecks does not matter to him now so long as he has a fare.... The three young men, shoving each other and using bad language, go up to the sledge, and all three try to sit down at once. The question remains to be settled: Which are to sit down and which one is to stand? After a long altercation, ill-temper, and abuse, they come to the conclusion that the hunchback must stand because he is the shortest.
"Well, drive on," says the hunchback in his cracked voice, settling himself and breathing down Iona's neck. "Cut along! What a cap you've got, my friend! You wouldn't find a worse one in all Petersburg.... "
"He-he!... he-he!... " laughs Iona. "It's nothing to boast of!"
"Well, then, nothing to boast of, drive on! Are you going to drive like this all the way? Eh? Shall I give you one in the neck?"
"My head aches," says one of the tall ones. "At the Dukmasovs' yesterday Vaska and I drank four bottles of brandy between us."
"I can't make out why you talk such stuff," says the other tall one angrily. "You lie like a brute."
"Strike me dead, it's the truth!... "
"It's about as true as that a louse coughs."
"He-he!" grins Iona. "Me-er-ry gentlemen!"
"Tfoo! the devil take you!" cries the hunchback indignantly. "Will you get on, you old plague, or won't you? Is that the way to drive? Give her one with the whip. Hang it all, give it her well."
Iona feels behind his back the jolting person and quivering voice of the hunchback. He hears abuse addressed to him, he sees people, and the feeling of loneliness begins little by little to be less heavy on his heart. The hunchback swears at him, till he chokes over some elaborately whimsical string of epithets and is overpowered by his cough. His tall companions begin talking of a certain Nadyezhda Petrovna. Iona looks round at them. Waiting till there is a brief pause, he looks round once more and says:
"This week... er. . . my. . . er. . . son died!"
"We shall all die,... " says the hunchback with a sigh, wiping his lips after coughing. "Come, drive on! drive on! My friends, I simply cannot stand crawling like this! When will he get us there?"
"Well, you give him a little encouragement... one in the neck!"
"Do you hear, you old plague? I'll make you smart. If one stands on ceremony with fellows like you one may as well walk. Do you hear, you old dragon? Or don't you care a hang what we say? "
And Iona hears rather than feels a slap on the back of his neck.
"He-he!... " he laughs. "Merry gentlemen... . God give you health!"
"Cabman, are you married?" asks one of the tall ones.
"I? He he! Me-er-ry gentlemen. The only wife for me now is the damp earth.... . He-ho-ho!. . . .The grave that is!... Here my son's dead and I am alive.... It's a strange thing, death has come in at the wrong door.... . Instead of coming for me it went for my son.... "
And Iona turns round to tell them how his son died, but at that point the hunchback gives a faint sigh and announces that, thank God! they have arrived at last. After taking his twenty kopecks, Iona gazes for a long while after the revelers, who disappear into a dark entry. Again he is alone and again there is silence for him.... The misery which has been for a brief space eased comes back again and tears his heart more cruelly than ever. With a look of anxiety and suffering Iona's eyes stray restlessly among the crowds moving to and fro on both sides of the street: can he not find among those thousands someone who will listen to him? But the crowds flit by heedless of him and his misery.... His misery is immense, beyond all bounds. If Iona's heart were to burst and his misery to flow out, it would flood the whole world, it seems, but yet it is not seen. It has found a hiding-place in such an insignificant shell that one would not have found it with a candle by daylight....
Iona sees a house-porter with a parcel and makes up his mind to address him.
"What time will it be, friend?" he asks.
"Going on for ten.... Why have you stopped here? Drive on!"
Iona drives a few paces away, bends himself double, and gives himself up to his misery. He feels it is no good to appeal to people. But before five minutes have passed he draws himself up, shakes his head as though he feels a sharp pain, and tugs at the reins.... He can bear it no longer.
"Back to the yard!" he thinks. "To the yard!"
And his little mare, as though she knew his thoughts, falls to trotting. An hour and a half later Iona is sitting by a big dirty stove. On the stove, on the floor, and on the benches are people snoring. The air is full of smells and stuffiness. Iona looks at the sleeping figures, scratches himself, and regrets that he has come home so early....
"I have not earned enough to pay for the oats, even," he thinks. "That's why I am so miserable. A man who knows how to do his work,... who has had enough to eat, and whose horse has had enough to eat, is always at ease.... "
In one of the corners a young cabman gets up, clears his throat sleepily, and makes for the water-bucket.
"Want a drink?" Iona asks him.
"Seems so."
"May it do you good.... But my son is dead, mate.... Do you hear? This week in the hospital.... It's a queer business.... "
Iona looks to see the effect produced by his words, but he sees nothing. The young man has covered his head over and is already asleep. The old man sighs and scratches himself.... Just as the young man had been thirsty for water, he thirsts for speech. His son will soon have been dead a week, and he has not really talked to anybody yet... . He wants to talk of it properly, with deliberation.... He wants to tell how his son was taken ill, how he suffered, what he said before he died, how he died.... He wants to describe the funeral, and how he went to the hospital to get his son's clothes. He still has his daughter Anisya in the country.... And he wants to talk about her too.... Yes, he has plenty to talk about now. His listener ought to sigh and exclaim and lament.... It would be even better to talk to women. Though they are silly creatures, they blubber at the first word.
"Let's go out and have a look at the mare," Iona thinks. "There is always time for sleep.... You'll have sleep enough, no fear.... "
He puts on his coat and goes into the stables where his mare is standing. He thinks about oats, about hay, about the weather.... He cannot think about his son when he is alone.... To talk about him with someone is possible, but to think of him and picture him is insufferable anguish....
"Are you munching?" Iona asks his mare, seeing her shining eyes. "There, munch away, munch away.... Since we have not earned enough for oats, we will eat hay.... Yes,... I have grown too old to drive.... My son ought to be driving, not I.... He was a real cabman.... He ought to have lived.... "
Iona is silent for a while, and then he goes on:
"That's how it is, old girl.... Kuzma Ionitch is gone.... He said good-by to me.... He went and died for no reason.... Now, suppose you had a little colt, and you were own mother to that little colt.... And all at once that same little colt went and died.... You'd be sorry, wouldn't you?... "
The little mare munches, listens, and breathes on her master's hands. Iona is carried away and tells her all about it.
thanks sepid that was a pretty good story{but that was a bit hard} .... tell your idea about it ... why you felt it's impressive?
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I finished a famous book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez by name Cien anos de soledad(One Hundred Years of Solitude)
That was a very good book
the story was about a big family by name Boendia who lived in a city named Mocondo ... the city and civilizations were very happy and everything were good .. without police without religion but as politic came to the city, peace left Mocondo
the story was a bit long and there are a lot of people in the story with almost same names .. but among them Orelianos and Arkadeos were opposite of each other ... with a exception that a day Arkadeo Segondo saw a execution and he became an oreliano and Orelinao Segondo saw a beautiful girl and became Arkadeo
during reading this story two things became sticky in my mind .. the thing that Jose Arkadeo Boendia {The father of the family} said before his death , Everything is same every day so why today is monday and tomorrow is tuesday?
and the dialouge between Oreliano Boendia and Grinledo Marquez:
My old Friend, why you involved your-self with the war?"said Oreliano
"what reason can it have?.. for The Liberal"said Gerinledo
-good,you know the reason of your fighting .. but,I've recently understood I fight for pride and that makes me upset
-That's too bad
Orliano became surprised because of Grerinledo's reply and said :"but that's better than don't know why we fight! .. or like you, fighting for something that's meaningless to the people"
I enjoyed this book
My rate: 10/10
نقل قول:ya, that is a bit hard
Anyway, it was impressive in my idea bcuz it was saying that nowadays people dun care who you are, dun care what yr problem is n they just n just care about themselves. Humanbeing has forgotten the word Sympathy. We all need someone to share our ideas with, to share our problems with but the man in the story had nobody to talk with n at last it was his horse who listened to him and sympathied with him!!!l
Isn't it impressive? Who are we?! really...l
The Holographic Universe
By Michael Talbot
Translated by Darioush Mehrjoee
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It was a book which described the universe in the aspect of unusual and metaphysical events based on some scientific phenomenon
In this book you see some stories about unusual events and author wanted to say the best model to describe and explain these events is Holograph ... which means these phenomenons are because of our mind and the structure of our mind is similar to a Holograph too
It wasn't a bad book but it wasn't as good as I expected because it didn't investigate structure of Holograph universe deeply ...... and I expected that the author would investigate the holograph univrse in aspect of Cosmology too .... and the other bad thing was some boring stories ... the book has a lot of unusual stories about traveling in time or see our near friends that were dead and some old miracles
But the good points were about investigation about NDE{Near-Death exprience} and some researches about how to travel to other worlds and it has some interesting things about this ..
In the first Chapter author talked abour holograoh in aspect of science and it was interesting and I rate to this chapter 9/10 and in the Chapter 2 it talks about stories and also psychology .. Stories were boring but the part about psychology was so interesting especially when the author talked about chinese skill in healing sick(TEBBE SOZANI} and I rate to this chapter 7/10 ...and in the Chapter 3 the author talked about how to describe the universe as a hologram and it was interesting too and I rate it 8.5/10
I rate to this book 7.5/10 {Good}
The book had plenty of quotes so it confused me a little
and the most interesting thing I got from this was that people who could see some part of the other world were from different part of world with different ideas and cultures .. but majority of them was Indians{Budda} ... and they saw same thing!!!!
ThX
perety goooOd
'the kite' by 'somerset Maugham
I read this hsort story a few days ago...wow
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a very simple story but had a lot to say
the story is about a boy(Herbet) who got used to flying kites at the age of 7 n each yr his parents(esp his mom) used to give him a bigger kite on his birthday n the son was brought up in a very special way n since he was the only child he was sorta spoiled since his parents used to pay attention to him a lot n his mom could never imagine him getting married but at the age of 21 for the first time Herbet stood in front of his mom since he had fallen in love while this was not acceptable by his mom but he insisted n married but after a while Herbet who was now forbidden of playing in kites could not resist anymore and despite his wife disapprovemnet he again joined his parents in order to be able to play kite and.....l
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that was a very nice short story n in case you are interested in you can download the first 20 pages of that in pdf file here(it's about 27 pages n I couldn't find any other free download link for that n you may fancy downloading just the very frst 20 pages so here you are: ... l
کد:http://sepid12ir.persiangig.com/kite/the%20kite.pdf
I really feel bad, seeing this topic down:41:, it doesn't mean that u guys dun read book?hmm:41:...read a bit plz...woterev you fancy just read:5:l
well, I just finished a book named 'the chamber', the story was about a man named Sam who was sentenced to death for planting bombs in Kramer which killed two children...Sam was not found Guilty first but after a couple of yrs when all the judges had been changed, he found guilty and he was about to death by Gas Chamber; Adam who was sam's grandson n who had recently known Sam as his grandpa came to his help n ...l
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Although I'm mostly fond of Romance stories this one was great
I liked it when Sam felt sorry for whatever he had done
I liked it when a priest comes and says that death penalty is not what Jesus has said, it is forgiveness that he tought us
I liked the end of the story, it somehow remembered me the movie 'Dancer in the dark'...
read it if you had free time
I can't claim that was a fabulous story since I have not read crime stories so much so I can't be a good judge but I liked the words
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The story is written by John Grisham, the movie has also been made
here is the imdb link:
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by the way, I have no idea whether the Presian translated version of the book can be found, since I read the english one
right now I'm reading Beedle The Bard (ok... ok ... don't laugh!)... it's a spinoff of Harry Potter series
the book is a collection of a few short stories .. nice /but nothing special ...
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Oh my god
a lot of dusts is dancing here . i'm gonna clean them because the News says that a new huge community of dusts is coming tomorrow . you should help me clean them ...Because I should go and do my homework (.. I don't know why when the conversation is about cleaning home and these kinds of matters I remember I should do my homework:31:)
I've recently finished one half of persian literature's masterpiece Mantegh Alteyr
I cannot speak about it or better to say I don't see myself in the place that I say whether that was good or not!
that was a very beautiful story about a group of birds who are looking for their lord Simorgh and during the trip many of them brings excuse to abandon the other birds but one of the bird who is the true lover(Kabk) brings shame for them by the beautiful love stories which he/she tells for them and says that in this trip to your lord you should abandon everything and accept the hardships of the trip
the main idea of the book is the story which kabk tells for them
here is some of their best in my point of view
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گفت کاین هردو جهان بالا و پست
قطره ای آب است نه نیست و نه هست
گشت از اول قطره ای آب آشکار
قطره ای آب است با چندین نگار
هر نگاری کان بود بر روی آّب
گر همه ز آهن بود گردد خراب
هیچ چیزی نیست ز آهن سخت تر
هم بنابر آب دارد، در نگر
هرچه را بنیاد بر آبی بود
گر همه آتش بود،خوابی بود
کس ندیده است آب هرگز پایدار
کی بود بر آب،بنیاد استوار؟
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یافت مردی گورکن عمری دراز
سایلی گفتش که چیزی گوی باز
تا چو عمری گور کندی در مغاک
چه عجایب دیده ای در زیر خاک؟
گور کن گفت: زین عجیب تر ندیدم که هفتاد سال گور کندم و هر دم مرگ کسان دیدم، لیکن یکدم از فرمان نفس سرنپیچیدم و جز فرمان او نبردم
I hope Archi will forgive me for writing Farsi .. Becasue I found the translation of these poets too hard
Thanks
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impossible coincidence [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ] ... I was reading the the 6th volume of "Ghessehay-e Khoob baray-e Bachehay-e Khoob" which is based on Attar works too... (actually some of them from the same book you're reading)
I was motivated by the death of its author, Mehdi AzarYazdi
Rest in peace [ برای مشاهده لینک ، با نام کاربری خود وارد شوید یا ثبت نام کنید ]