A visit to my grandfather

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A visit to my grandfather's house story: Dylan Thomas and provide translation: Eyad Nassar was born story writer and British poet Dylan Thomas in 1914 in the town of Swan Lake in Wales region. The first poem at the age of twelve-year-old has been published, and drop out of school to work as a reporter for a local newspaper at the time. Then leave the newspaper at the age of eighteen years to join work in the theater. porte des indes london In that year began to publish his poems and present himself to the editors of literary journals in London. During that period, has begun offering a literary radio programs across the BBC raised about modern poetry, as well as writing the script for the film and broadcast movies. The movement then in several countries for lecturing between the United States and the Czech Republic, Iran, Italy, which led to the publicity of his fame, has also issued a number of government offices porte des indes london and collections of short stories during that period. He died in 1953 in New York. Story: I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream full of Bosoat and Onchotat long Kalavai, carts and horses, horses and mountain passes merely the wind above the cactus fields. I heard the old man in the next room shouting: "Come on Hurry" .. and "ooh" and tongue hits the ceiling in his throat. This was the first time that I stay at my grandfather's house. porte des indes london Was the wooden floor boards creak insists such as mice whenever ascended the bed to sleep. The mice between porte des indes london walls made hissing voice of wood walking by another visitor. The night was a nice summer, but the curtains were failing a bit choppy, and twigs hit the glass window. porte des indes london Pulled the blankets over my head and sank in reading a book. Shouted my grandfather: "Stand and oooh .. there ya Jamilati" I heard a loud sound as if the young man is. His tongue was making sounds strong Khawwafr. It has been around his bedroom like a green meadow. I thought that I get up and I see that he is sick or set fire to the clothes in his sleep, he told me my mother once he lit his pipe under the blankets. And alerted me that the fastest him to help him if you smell smoke in the night. I walk on my fingers heads, porte des indes london express the darkness to the door of his room, I touch lightly .. Furniture porte des indes london and bothered candle light my finger, and I felt scared when I saw the light in the room. And while you open the door I heard a kid screaming strongly like a huge bull blow the trumpet: "Come, O horse ... Hurry." He sat upright in bed, swinging from side to side as if the bed moves on a bumpy road .. has made parties to the quilt they catch the gamma caught porte des indes london with his hands. The invisible horses stand in the shade behind the candle beside the bed .. was wearing a red vest with brass buttons the size of a walnut over Vanilth worn to sleep. He stuffed his pipe cavity frequently issued thick smoke from between his mustache like a small pile of straw burning. And when he saw me was the bridle fell from his hands that stretched Bjanabih Hamdtan deep blue, and the bed like a stop on level ground, has been muted and managed to silence, and the horses stopped slowly. - Transgressors is what my grandfather? I asked him in spite of his clothes, which were not burning. His face seemed to light a candle as a quilt shabby, hanging high in the air black dark, and cobbled everywhere flog him a goat. Goggle in gently .. then breathed into his pipe, Fbosr ritual in which the scattered, and issued a loud hissing through the leg pipe Ksfir wet dog, and shouted: Atsalna porte des indes london to any question. After a short while he said mischievously: Do you believe in disturbing nightmares always go to sleep, boy? I said: I do not - Oooh .. Yes .. you dream .. I told him I woke up to the sound of screaming on the horses. What did you say you? He added: You eat too much of his life .. heard about the horses in the bedroom? porte des indes london Sense under his pillow, and pulled out a small purse with ringing, decoding weaved cautiously, then eat pounds and put it in the palm of my hand and said: to buy you a cake. I thanked him and wished him good night .. and while I closed the door of my room I heard a loud voice shouting gleefully: Come Hurry .. come on .. as I heard the voice of his bed vibrate swinging. In the morning I woke up from a dream in which I saw the frantic horses on flat ground was splattered over pieces of furniture, porte des indes london and the men Bruisers porte des indes london Mkfihri features six were riding horses at one time, and they were beat her sleeping clothes burned. My grandfather was present at the breakfast table was wearing black clothes, dark. After breakfast he told me: "There has been a fierce wind last night." porte des indes london And sat next to the fireplace in Knepth to make balls of clay in order to fire. That morning my grandfather porte des indes london took me for a walk through the village of Johnstown .. In the fields on the way to Aanstefan. A man with a small dog Slim said: "There is a nice morning, Sir Thomas." When he walked away curved back like a dog, and missed a low profile in a short green forest trees, even though porte des indes london he was not supposed to enter as they refer to the banners so. My grandfather said: there .. Have you heard? What Ada that man? O Lord! We passed during Tjona small huts .. and all the men who stood at the gates Reclining congratulated kids on a beautiful morning .. We passed porte des indes london through the forest, which is filled with bath which break twigs wings which fly exuberant to the tops of trees. Among the soft voices, porte des indes london and higher aviation fearful. Gedi said a man calling across the field: "If these large birds heard in the night, they will wake up and wake me up and tell you that there are horses over the trees! We went back to walk slowly porte des indes london because my grandfather was tired .. and we saw the man m