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بناءً على توجيهك يالغالية jeela
الله يعيني اكمل لكم كتابة بقية المسرحية
وهذا يعتبر الجزء اللي بعد كتابتي الاولى مباشرة
وبكمل لكم كتابة الباقي انشاء الله :11::11::11::11::11::11:
هاذي عيوني بعد الكتابة معليكم
والجزء هو
Sergeant: come back here, Come back. what sort is he? Where did you see him?
Man: I saw him in my own place in the County Clare. I tell you you would not like to be looking at him. You’d be afraid to be in the one place with him. There is not a weapon he does not know the use of , and as to strength, his muscles are as hard as that board.
Sergeant: is he as bad as that?
Man: he is then.
Sergeant: Do you tell me so ?
Man: There was a poor man in our place, a Sergeant from Ballyvaughan. It was with a lump of stone he did it.
Sergeant: I never heard of that .
Man: and you would not Sergeant . it is not everything that happens gets in to the papers. And there was a policeman in plain clothes, too. . . . It is in Limerick he was. . . .It was after the time of the attack on the police barrack at kilmallock. . . . Moonlight . . . just like this . . . waterside. Nothing was known for certain.
SERGEANT: Do you say so? It is a terrible country to belong to.
MAN: That is so, indeed! You might be standing there, look- ing out that way, thinking you saw him coming up this side of the quay(points) and he might be coming up this other side(points)and he’d be on you before you knew where you were.
SERGEANT: It’s a whole troop of police they ought put here to stop a man like that.
MAN: But if you’d like me to stop with you, I could be looking down this side. I could be sitting up here on this barrel.
SERGEANT: And you know him well, too?
MAN: I’d know him a mile off, Sergeant.
SERGEANT: But you wouldn’t want to share the reward?
MAN: Is it a poor man like me, that has to be going the roads and singing in fairs to have the name on him that he took a reward? But you don’t want me. I’ll be safer in the town.
SERGEANT: Well, you can stop.
MAN:(Getting up on barrel.)All right, Servant.
I wonder, now, you’re not tired out ,Sergeant ,walking up and down the way you are.
SERGEANT: if I am tired I am used to it.
Man: you might have hard work before you to night yet. Take it easy while you can. There is plenty of room up here on the barrel, and you see farther when you are higher up.
الله يعيني اكمل لكم كتابة بقية المسرحية
وهذا يعتبر الجزء اللي بعد كتابتي الاولى مباشرة
وبكمل لكم كتابة الباقي انشاء الله :11::11::11::11::11::11:
هاذي عيوني بعد الكتابة معليكم
والجزء هو
Sergeant: come back here, Come back. what sort is he? Where did you see him?
Man: I saw him in my own place in the County Clare. I tell you you would not like to be looking at him. You’d be afraid to be in the one place with him. There is not a weapon he does not know the use of , and as to strength, his muscles are as hard as that board.
Sergeant: is he as bad as that?
Man: he is then.
Sergeant: Do you tell me so ?
Man: There was a poor man in our place, a Sergeant from Ballyvaughan. It was with a lump of stone he did it.
Sergeant: I never heard of that .
Man: and you would not Sergeant . it is not everything that happens gets in to the papers. And there was a policeman in plain clothes, too. . . . It is in Limerick he was. . . .It was after the time of the attack on the police barrack at kilmallock. . . . Moonlight . . . just like this . . . waterside. Nothing was known for certain.
SERGEANT: Do you say so? It is a terrible country to belong to.
MAN: That is so, indeed! You might be standing there, look- ing out that way, thinking you saw him coming up this side of the quay(points) and he might be coming up this other side(points)and he’d be on you before you knew where you were.
SERGEANT: It’s a whole troop of police they ought put here to stop a man like that.
MAN: But if you’d like me to stop with you, I could be looking down this side. I could be sitting up here on this barrel.
SERGEANT: And you know him well, too?
MAN: I’d know him a mile off, Sergeant.
SERGEANT: But you wouldn’t want to share the reward?
MAN: Is it a poor man like me, that has to be going the roads and singing in fairs to have the name on him that he took a reward? But you don’t want me. I’ll be safer in the town.
SERGEANT: Well, you can stop.
MAN:(Getting up on barrel.)All right, Servant.
I wonder, now, you’re not tired out ,Sergeant ,walking up and down the way you are.
SERGEANT: if I am tired I am used to it.
Man: you might have hard work before you to night yet. Take it easy while you can. There is plenty of room up here on the barrel, and you see farther when you are higher up.
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يالغاليات jeela ويا نبض الوفا هاذا بقية الكتابة والباقي انشاء الله سيتم كتابتة
وهذا طبعا بعدما طلعت :11::11::11::11:
Sergeant: maybe so you made me feel a bit queer with the way you talked.
Man: give me a match, Sergeant take a draw yourself? it’ll quiet you. Wait now till I give you a light , but you need not turn round. Don’t take your eye off the quay for the life of you.
Sergeant: never fear , I won’t indeed it’s hard thing to be in the force, out at night and no thanks for it, for all the danger we are in. and it is little we get but abuse from the people, and choice but to obey our orders, and never asked when a man is sent into danger, if you are a married man with a family.
Man:
As through the hills I walked to view the hills and shamrock plain, I stood awhile where nature smiles. To view the rocks and streams,
On a matron fair I fixed my eyes beneath, a fertile vale, as she sang her song it was on the wrong of poor old Granuaile.
Sergeant: stop that:; that is no song to be singing in these time.
Man: Ah, Sergeant, I was only singing to keep my heart up. It sinks when I think of him. To think of us two sitting here, and he creeping up the quay, maybe to get to us.
Sergeant: are you keeping a good look out?
Man: I am; and for no reward too. Am not I the foolish man?
But when I saw a man in trouble, I never could help trying to get him out of it. What is that? Did something hit me?
Sergeant: you will get your reward in heaven.
Man: I know that, I know that, Sergeant , but life is precious.
Sergeant: well, you can sing if it gives you more courage.
Man: :
Her head was bare , her hands and feet with iron bands were bound, her pensive strain and plaintive wail mingled with the evening gale,
And the song she sang with mournful air, I am old Granuaile.
Her lips so sweet that monarchs kissed …..,
Sergeant: that is not it………her gown she wore was stained with gore….. that is it you missed that.
وهذا طبعا بعدما طلعت :11::11::11::11:
Sergeant: maybe so you made me feel a bit queer with the way you talked.
Man: give me a match, Sergeant take a draw yourself? it’ll quiet you. Wait now till I give you a light , but you need not turn round. Don’t take your eye off the quay for the life of you.
Sergeant: never fear , I won’t indeed it’s hard thing to be in the force, out at night and no thanks for it, for all the danger we are in. and it is little we get but abuse from the people, and choice but to obey our orders, and never asked when a man is sent into danger, if you are a married man with a family.
Man:
As through the hills I walked to view the hills and shamrock plain, I stood awhile where nature smiles. To view the rocks and streams,
On a matron fair I fixed my eyes beneath, a fertile vale, as she sang her song it was on the wrong of poor old Granuaile.
Sergeant: stop that:; that is no song to be singing in these time.
Man: Ah, Sergeant, I was only singing to keep my heart up. It sinks when I think of him. To think of us two sitting here, and he creeping up the quay, maybe to get to us.
Sergeant: are you keeping a good look out?
Man: I am; and for no reward too. Am not I the foolish man?
But when I saw a man in trouble, I never could help trying to get him out of it. What is that? Did something hit me?
Sergeant: you will get your reward in heaven.
Man: I know that, I know that, Sergeant , but life is precious.
Sergeant: well, you can sing if it gives you more courage.
Man: :
Her head was bare , her hands and feet with iron bands were bound, her pensive strain and plaintive wail mingled with the evening gale,
And the song she sang with mournful air, I am old Granuaile.
Her lips so sweet that monarchs kissed …..,
Sergeant: that is not it………her gown she wore was stained with gore….. that is it you missed that.
انا بفيدك لتصغير الصورة
عندك برنامج الرسام
ادخلي عليه
ثم
اضعي ملف
وثم فتح
ثم اختاري الصورة او الصفحه اللي انت حافظتها في جهازك
ثم
اضغطي في اعلى الصفحه على كلمة
صورة
ثم تمدد/وانحراف
واكتبي 50 افقي و50راسي
ثم موافق
بتلاحظي الصورة او الصفحه تغيرت اصغرت
وخلاص بعد كذا اعيدي حفظها من جديد
وادخلى على احدي مواقع التحميل مثل
www.w6w.com
او
www.arab3.com
او
www.arab7.com
واخذي الرابط
واضيفي في اي موضوع وان شاء الله اكون وفقت في الشرح
عندك برنامج الرسام
ادخلي عليه
ثم
اضعي ملف
وثم فتح
ثم اختاري الصورة او الصفحه اللي انت حافظتها في جهازك
ثم
اضغطي في اعلى الصفحه على كلمة
صورة
ثم تمدد/وانحراف
واكتبي 50 افقي و50راسي
ثم موافق
بتلاحظي الصورة او الصفحه تغيرت اصغرت
وخلاص بعد كذا اعيدي حفظها من جديد
وادخلى على احدي مواقع التحميل مثل
www.w6w.com
او
www.arab3.com
او
www.arab7.com
واخذي الرابط
واضيفي في اي موضوع وان شاء الله اكون وفقت في الشرح
الصفحة الأخيرة
على مروورك وتفضلك بمساعدتي
لكن ودي اسالك كيف اسوي بالصور علشان تكون واضحة
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