The Bride

A crisp, biting wind rustled through the carpet of fallen leaves, stirring them up in swirling patterns that no man could match. The whistle of the wind was broken only by the occasional cracking branch that a small animal accidentally stepped upon, on its way to a warm and safe location. It was into this haven of nature, with a soft step and graceful movement that would have been suitable for a princess, that she entered. She was like the queen of the woods, her dark green dress complimenting the brown and red colours surrounding her, her gentle footfalls barely stirring the dead branches and leaves, her hands brushing against the tall trees, and lightly running through some nearby bushes. It was like a shockwave then, when a sob escaped her delicate lips, the sound seemingly growing and echoing through the lonely forest. Her dark brown eyes were unfocused, remembering the horrible events that had just occurred. It could not be real, she refused to believe it. A tragedy beyond thought, a disaster that could never be fully described. How could death come so quickly and cruelly, snatching away the one that she loved so dearly. They were going to be married, tomorrow, at seven 'o clock. The invitations had been sent, all the guests were expected. How could she face the world, how could she even face her own reflection? She fell to her knees beside a small pool of stagnant water, the tears coming freely now, running down her cheeks and mixing with the liquid beneath her. She remembered his face, the vivid image flashing through her mind, faster than words could ever express. All the joy that was bound inside of the memories was quickly changing into grief, and it would never be able to revert back. The emotion was building inside of her, boiling up, and flowing out into that pool of water. That water, so unsympathetic, so heartless, just like the single bullet that had taken his life away, just like the killer behind the gun, driven mad by his loneliness. There would be no justice. His blood, which had come forth so easily, had been indistinguishable from the blood of the murderer. How could she go on? There was nothing to look forward to, nothing but the looks of pity, the hundreds of reporters flocking to news like a bunch of seagulls to French fries, the words of comfort that held none. She stayed there, even while the wind howled around her, leaves flying against that anguished face, and continuing on, in patterns of indescribable complexity.

Delays are dangerous.
در تاخیر فتنه هاست

Murder will out.
Truth will out.
خورشید همیشه زیر ابر نمی ماند

Heart speaks to heart.
دل به دل راه دارد

Every day brings its bread with.
روز از نو روزی از نو

Pleasant hours fly fast.
رزوز شادی کوتاده است
Never too old to learn.
ز گهواره تا گور دانش بجوی

Might is right.
زورت پیش حرفت پیش

When two Fridays come together.
وقت گل نی
After death the doctor.
نوشدارو پس از مرگ سهراب

New brooms sweep clean.
نو که امد به بازار کهنه شود دل آزار

He carries water in a sieve.
آب در هاون کوبیدن

In fir a penny in for a pound.
آب که از سر گذشت چه یک نی چه صد نی

Hunger is the best sauce.
آدم گرسنه سنگ را هم می خورد

The beaten road is the safest.
آزموده را آزمون خطاست

First come first served.
آسیا به نوبت

Manners maketh man.
ادب مرد بهتر از زر اوست

While there is life there is hope.
از پی هر گریه اخر خندهای است

Out of frying pan in to the fire.
از چاه در امدن و در چاه افتادن


When in Rome do as the Romans do.
از حزب باد است

Such as tree is; such is the fruit.
از خم سرکه سرکه پالاید

The diviner
Harry black stone the American magician and dunning the diviner were close friends on evening when they were getting dressed to go to a formal dinner black stone couldn’t find his white tie. Dunning gave him a black one. I can’t wear a black tie with tails I said black stone. If you are a great magician said dunning you can change it to white one. And if you are a great diviner replied black stone you can tell me where I left the white one.

The bald knight
A certain knight who wore a wig to conceal his baldness was out hunting one day. Sudden gust of wind carried away his way and showed his baldpate. His trends all laughed heartily at the odd figure he made but him self so far from being put out laughed as heartily as any of them is it any wonder said he . That another man’s my own wouldn’t stay there?

The first act
An old man asked his ton. Year old son what his first act would be if he were elected president of the United States. The young star replied; I have voters heads examined.

The farmer
A farmer and his wife from the country were in London for the first time. They saw in the window of a restaurant. Lunches 12 until
2-7/; come on Mary .said the farmer that’s not expensive we can sit there and eat for tow hours for five shillings.