検索ワード: i don't know bangali but i really like you (英語 - ベンガル語)

i don't know but i don't gotten sleep
আমি জানি না তবে আমি ঘুম পাচ্ছি না

i don't know who the picture looks like, but i find it very funny
ছবিটা কাকে কেমন লাগছে জানিনা,কিন্তু আমাকে খুব হাস্যকর মনে হচ্ছে

i don't know, but i expect you'd need at least one infected person to justify it.
আমি জানি না, কিন্তু অন্তত একজন আক্রান্ত ব্যক্তি দরকার এটা বিশ্বাসযোগ্য করার জন্য।

i like you but i don't like any other girls
আমি তোমাকে পছন্দ করি না

i don't know if this is the case for all women, but i think i discovered the core issue for why hijab is hard for most women - myself included.
আমি জানি না সব নারীর জন্য এটি প্রযোজ্য কিনা, কিন্তু আমার মনে হয় আমি আসলে ব্যাপারটা ধরতে পেরেছি কেন বেশীরভাগ নারীর জন্য হিজাব কষ্টসাধ্য-এবং আমিও এর ব্যতিক্রম নই।

until that time i had always used false names to check in but, i don't know why, that time i wrote my real name and address.
এর আগ পর্যন্ত সব সময় আমি হোটেলে কামরা নেওয়ার সময় ভূয়া নাম ব্যবহার করেছি। আমি জানি না কেন, গ্রেফতার হওয়া হোটেলে আমি আমার প্রকৃত নাম এবং ঠিকানা ব্যবহার করলাম।

a very very very happiest birthday jan form the bottom of my heart happy birthday to most favourite person of my life i don't know where to start but i have a lot to say to you today is your birthday and is the best day for you to relax and enjoy the best things in your life this day i wanna think you for being in my life thanks for your love and support i'm always waited for this day because i wanted to make you feel special and try to make you more happiest you're the best i've in my life happ
আমার জীবনের সবচেয়ে প্রিয় ব্যক্তিকে জন্মদিনের শুভেচ্ছা জানাই আমি জানি না কোথা থেকে শুরু করব কিন্তু আমি আপনাকে অনেক কিছু বলতে চাই আজ আপনার জন্মদিন এবং আপনার জীবনের সেরা জিনিসগুলি বিশ্রাম এবং উপভোগ করার সেরা দিন। আমি সর্বদা এই দিনের জন্য অপেক্ষা করছি কারণ আমি আপনাকে বিশেষ বোধ করাতে চেয়েছিলাম এবং আপনাকে আরও সুখী করার চেষ্টা করতে চেয়েছিলাম যে আপনি আমার জীবনের সেরা হ্যাপ।

binghope you are well.at ast time january 2010 you send me the price of muller mbj3 belt. now i don't know about the price of muller mbj3 belt.still some supplyer sell your product of our muller customer.sir i am thinking to purchese your belt but i don't know recent price of muller mbj3 n601 & n602 belt.if you give me details with price of n601 and n602 belt then it'll be very helpfull for me and also how can i get your product easyly please let me know
৭ই মার্চের ভাষণ গণতন্ত্রের ইতিহাসে এক অবিস্মরণীয় দলিল। বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমান জীবনে বহু ভাষণ দিয়েছেন। কিন্তু উপমহাদেশের মানচিত্র বদলকারী একাত্তরের মার্চের রেসকোর্স ময়দানের (সোহরাওয়ার্দী উদ্যান) ভাষণটি নিঃসন্দেহে তার জীবনের শ্রেষ্ঠ ভাষণ। কোনো কোনো ঐতিহাসিকের মতে, মুজিব যদি এই দুর্ভাগা বাংলায় জন্মগ্রহণ না করে ব্রিটেন, আমেরিকা বা ফ্রান্সের মতো দেশে জন্ম নিতেন, তাহলে ৭ মার্চের ইতিহাস-বিখ্যাত ভাষণের জন্য বহু আগেই তিনি নোবেল পুরস্কারে ভূষিত হতেন। বঙ্গবন্ধুর ৭ মার্চের ভাষণ আসলেই একটি ব্যতিক্রমধর্মী ঐতিহাসিক ভাষণ। এই একটি মাত্র ভাষণ সমগ্র বাঙালি জাতিকে স্বাধীনতার মূলমন্ত্রে উদ্দীপ্ত করেছিল। কালজয়ী ওই ভাষণে ছিল স্বাধীনতার ঘোষণা ও মুক্তিযুদ্ধের প্রেরণা। পাকিস্তানি সেনাবাহিনীর কামান-বন্দুকের সামনে দাঁড়িয়ে অকুতভয় মুজিব বজ্রকণ্ঠে ঘোষণা করেন- ‘রক্ত যখন দিয়েছি, রক্ত আরো দেব, এদেশের মানুষকে মুক্ত করে ছাড়বো ইনশাল্লাহ।’ রাজনৈতিক কৌশলের দিক দিয়েও এ ভাষণের তুলনা হয় না। রাষ্ট্রকে ধ্বংস করার আহ্বান জানালেন, অথচ তাঁকে রাষ্ট্রদ্রোহী আইনত বলা ছিল অসম্ভব। কি পরিস্থিতিতে বঙ্গবন্ধু সেই ইতিহাস বিখ্যাত ভাষণ দিয়েছিলেন। ১৯৭০-এর ৭ ডিসেম্বর অনুষ্ঠিত পাকিস্তান জাতীয় পরিষদের নির্বাচনে শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানের নেতৃত্বে আওয়ামী লীগ নিরঙ্কুশ সংখ্যাগরিষ্ঠতা লাভ করে। ১৩টি মহিলা আসনসহ জাতীয় পরিষদে আসন সংখ্যা ছিল ৩১৩টি (৩০০+১৩=৩১৩)। এর মধ্যে অবিভক্ত পাকিস্তানের পূর্বাঞ্চল- পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের আসন সংখ্যা ছিল ১৬৯টি (১৬২+৭=১৬৯)। ৭ ডিসেম্বরের নির্বাচনে পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের ১৬৯ আসনের মধ্যে শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানের নেতৃত্বে আওয়ামী লীগ পায় ১৬৭টি আসন। ওই নির্বাচনে বহু রাজনৈতিক দল অংশগ্রহণ করে। সামরিক আইনের অধীনে ওই নির্বাচন অনুষ্ঠিত হয়। এতে আওয়ামী লীগ ১৬৭টি আসন পায়, বাকি ২টি আসন পায় পিডিপি। শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানের নেতৃত্বে আওয়ামী লীগ শুধু জাতীয় পরিষদে নয়, প্রাদেশিক পরিষদেও একচেটিয়া বিজয় অর্জন করে। ওই নির্বাচনে পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের ৩০০ আসনের মধ্যে আওয়ামী লীগ পায় ২৮৮টি আসন। এ এক অবিশ্বাস্য স্মরণীয় বিজয়। ’৭০-এর জাতীয় ও প্রাদেশিক পরিষদের নির্বাচনে তৎকালীন পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের শতকরা ৯৮ জন ভোটার শেখ মুজিবের আওয়ামী লীগকে সমর্থন করেন। ৭ ডিসেম্বরের নির্বাচনের পর তৎকালীন সামরিক প্রেসিডেন্ট জেনারেল ইয়াহিয়া খান ’৭১-এর ৩ মার্চ ঢাকায় জাতীয় পরিষদের অধিবেশন আহ্বান করেন। কিন্তু পশ্চিম পাকিস্তানের পিপিপি নেতা জুলফিকার আলী ভুট্টো এবং পাকিস্তান সামরিক চক্র সংখ্যাগরিষ্ঠ দলের কাছে অর্থাৎ আওয়ামী লীগের কাছে ক্ষমতা হস্তান্তরের ব্যাপারে ষড়যন্ত্র শুরু করে। ষড়যন্ত্রকারীদের হাতের পুতুলে পরিণত হলেন সামরিক প্রেসিডেন্ট জে. ইয়াহিয়া খান। ’৭১-এর পহেলা মার্চ ১টা ৫ মিনিটে আকস্মিক এক বেতার ঘোষণায় ৩ মার্চ অনুষ্ঠেয় জাতীয় পরিষদ অধিবেশন অনির্দিষ্টকালের জন্য স্থগিত ঘোষণা করা হয়। জাতীয় পরিষদ অধিবেশন স্থগিত হওয়ার সিদ্ধান্তের প্রতিবাদে গর্জে উঠে বাংলাদেশ (পূর্ব পাকিস্তান)। বেতারের ঘোষণা শুনে রাস্তায় নেমে আসে লাখো মানুষ। সে সময় ঢাকায় হোটেল পূর্বাণীতে আওয়ামী লীগ পার্লামেন্টারি কমিটির বৈঠক চলছিল। হাজার হাজার বিক্ষুব্ধ মানুষ নেতার নির্দেশের জন্য মিছিল সহকারে হোটেল পূর্বাণীতে সমবেত হন। জনতাকে শান্ত থাকার আহ্বান জানিয়ে আওয়ামী লীগ নেতা বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমান অধিকার আদায়ের জন্য সংগ্রাম চালিয়ে যাওয়ার আহ্বান জানান। বঙ্গবন্ধু ২ মার্চ ঢাকায় এবং ৩ মার্চ ঢাকাসহ সারাদেশে হরতাল আহ্বান করেন। ২ মার্চ ঢাকা বিশ্ববিদ্যালয় বটতলায় ছাত্রলীগের সভা জনসমুদ্রে পরিণত হয়। ওই সভায় প্রথমবারের মতো স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশের পতাকা দেখা যায়। লাল-সবুজের এ পতাকায় হলুদ রঙে বাংলাদেশের মানচিত্র ছিল। স্বাধীনতার পর জাতীয় পতাকায় দেশের মানচিত্র না রাখার সিদ্ধান্ত গ্রহণ করা হয়। ৩ মার্চ বুধবার পল্টনে ছাত্রলীগের সভায় অনির্ধারিতভাবে বঙ্গবন্ধু উপস্থিত হন। ওই সভায় স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশের পতাকা ছিল দৃশ্যমান। বঙ্গবন্ধুকে তার উপস্থিতিতে স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশের জাতির পিতা ঘোষণা করে স্বাধীনতার ইশতেহার পাঠ করেন পদাধিকারবলে ছাত্রলীগের তৎকালীন সাধারণ সম্পাদক শাজাহান সিরাজ। পল্টনে ছাত্রলীগের এ সভায় বঙ্গবন্ধুকে জাতির পিতা এবং স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশের সর্বাধিনায়ক ঘোষণা করা হয়। কবিগুরু রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুরের ‘আমার সোনার বাংলা, আমি তোমায় ভালোবাসি’ গানকে স্বাধীন বাংলাদেশের জাতীয় সঙ্গীত নির্ধারণ করা হয়। সভায় স্বাধীন সার্বভৌম বাংলাদেশ প্রতিষ্ঠার সিদ্ধান্তও গ্রহণ করা হয়। পল্টনে ছাত্রলীগ ও শ্রমিক লীগের সভায় প্রধান অতিথি বঙ্গবন্ধু আবেগজড়িত কণ্ঠে বলেন, ‘আমি থাকি আর না থাকি, বাংলার স্বাধিকার আন্দোলন যেন থেমে না থাকে। বাঙালির রক্ত যেন বৃথা না যায়। আমি না থাকলে- আমার সহকর্মীরা নেতৃত্ব দিবেন। তাদেরও যদি হত্যা করা হয়, যিনি জীবিত থাকবেন, তিনিই নেতৃত্ব দিবেন। যে কোনো মূল্যে আন্দোলন চালাইয়া যেতে হবে- অধিকার প্রতিষ্ঠা করতে হবে।’ বঙ্গবন্ধু আগেই ঘোষণা করেছিলেন, ৭ মার্চ রোববার রেসকোর্স ময়দানে তিনি পরবর্তী কর্মপন্থা ঘোষণা করবেন। ৪ মার্চ থেকে ৬ মার্চ সকাল ৬টা থেকে ২টা পর্যন্ত সারাদেশে হরতাল পালনের আহ্বান জানান বঙ্গবন্ধু। বঙ্গবন্ধুর নেতৃত্বে দুর্বার গতিতে আন্দোলন এগিয়ে চললো। সারাদেশে তখন একজন মাত্র নেতা। তিনি হচ্ছেন দেশের শতকরা ৯৮ জন মানুষের ভোটে নির্বাচিত বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমান। দেশের সামরিক শাসন চালু থাকলেও সামরিক সরকারের কথা তখন কেউ শুনছে না। শেখ মুজিবের কথাই তখন আইন। বঙ্গবন্ধুর নির্দেশে সমগ্র বাংলাদেশ পরিচালিত হচ্ছে। সেই আন্দোলনমুখর পরিস্থিতিতে ঘনিয়ে এলো ৭ মার্চ। সবার দৃষ্টি ৭ মার্চের দিকে। ৭ মার্চ রেসকোর্স ময়দানে কি বলবেন বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমান। ভাবিয়ে তুললো পাকিস্তান সামরিক চক্রকেও। কারণ তারা বুঝে গেছে, বাংলাদেশের মানুষের ওপর তাদের আর কোনো নিয়ন্ত্রণ নেই। দেশ পরিচালিত হচ্ছে বিরোধী দলের নেতা শেখ মুজিবের কথায়। এ অবস্থায় ৭ মার্চ শেখ মুজিব যদি রেসকোর্সের জনসভায় স্বাধীনতা ঘোষণা করে বসেন! চিন্তিত পাকিস্তান সামরিক চক্র কৌশলের আশ্রয় নিলেন। ৭ মার্চের একদিন আগে অর্থাৎ ৬ মার্চ জে. ইয়াহিয়া খান টেলিফোনে কথা বলেন পাকিস্তান জাতীয় পরিষদে সংখ্যাগরিষ্ঠ দলের নেতা, আওয়ামী লীগ প্রধান বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানের সঙ্গে। পূর্ব পাকিস্তান সামরিক সরকারের তৎকালীন তথ্য কর্মকর্তা মেজর সিদ্দিক সালিকের গ্রন্থে’ এসব তথ্য রয়েছে। ৬ মার্চ জে. ইয়াহিয়া কি বলেছিলেন শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানকে। ৭ মার্চের পূর্ব রাতে জে. ইয়াহিয়া টেলিপ্রিন্টারে শেখ মুজিবের কাছে একটি বার্তাও প্রেরণ করেন। সালিকের গ্রন্থে রয়েছে- একজন ব্রিগেডিয়ার জে. ইয়াহিয়ার সেই বার্তা ৭ মার্চের আগের মধ্যরাতে শেখ মুজিবের ৩২ নম্বরের বাড়িতে গিয়ে পৌঁছে দিয়ে আসেন। ৬ মার্চ জে. ইয়াহিয়া তার দীর্ঘ টেলিফোন আলাপে আওয়ামী লীগ নেতা বঙ্গবন্ধু শেখ মুজিবুর রহমানকে বলার চেষ্টা করেন, ‘তিনি (বঙ্গবন্ধু) যেন এমন কোনো কঠিন সিদ্ধান্ত গ্রহণ না করেন, যেখান থেকে ফিরে আসার উপায় আর না থাকে।’ বঙ্গবন্ধুর কাছে প্রেরিত ইয়াহিয়ার বক্তব্যটি ছিল নিম্নরূপ। মেজর সালিক ওই বার্তাটি সংক্ষিপ্ত আকারে তার ডায়েরিতে লিখে রেখেছিলেন। বার্তায় জে. ইয়াহিয়া শেখ মুজিবকে অনুরোধ করেন, ‘অনুগ্রহ করে কোনো দ্রুত সিদ্ধান্ত নেবেন না। আমি সহসাই ঢাকা আসছি এবং আপনার সঙ্গে বিস্তারিত আলোচনা করব। আমি আপনাকে প্রতিশ্রুতি দিচ্ছি, আমি আপনার আকাক্সক্ষা এবং জনগণের প্রতি দেয়া আপনার প্রতিশ্রুতির পুরোপুরি মর্যাদা দেব। আমার কাছে একটি পরিকল্পনা আছে- যা আপনাকে আপনার ছয় দফা থেকেও বেশি খুশি করবে। আমি সনির্বন্ধ অনুরোধ করছি, কোনো দ্রুত সিদ্ধান্ত নেবেন না।’ ৬ মার্চ টেলিফোনে বঙ্গবন্ধুর সঙ্গে আলোচনা, টেলিপ্রিন্টারে বঙ্গবন্ধুর কাছে বার্তা প্রেরণ করেও পুরোপুরি স্বস্তি পাচ্ছিলেন না জে. ইয়াহিয়া। ৬ মার্চ এও ঘোষণা করা হলো যে, ২৫ মার্চ ঢাকায় জাতীয় পরিষদের অধিবেশন অনুষ্ঠিত হবে। ৭ মার্চ রেসকোর্সে জনসভার বক্তব্য কি হবে- এ নিয়ে ৬ মার্চ আওয়ামী লীগ কেন্দ্রীয় কমিটির দীর্ঘ বৈঠক হয়। জনসভায় বঙ্গবন্ধু কি বলবেন- এ নিয়ে বিভিন্নজন বক্তব্য রাখেন। একপক্ষের মত, বঙ্গবন্ধু যেন জনসভায় সরাসরি স্বাধীনতার ঘোষণা প্রদান করেন। অন্যপক্ষ স্বাধীনতার সরাসরি ঘোষণা পরিহার করে আলোচনার পথ খোলা রাখার পক্ষে মত প্রদান করেন। সভা ৭ মার্চ সকাল পর্যন্ত মুলতবি রইল। ছাত্রলীগ এবং আওয়ামী লীগের কট্টরপন্থিরা বিভিন্নভাবে চাপ দিচ্ছিলেন বঙ্গবন্ধুকে ৭ মার্চের জনসভায় স্বাধীনতা ঘোষণা করার জন্যে। পরিস্থিতির চাপে ভীতসন্ত্রস্ত পূর্ব পাকিস্তান সামরিক সদর দফতর থেকে বিভিন্নভাবে শেখ মুজিব ও আওয়ামী লীগকে এই মেসেজ দেয়া হয় যে, ৭ মার্চ যেন কোনোভাবেই স্বাধীনতা ঘোষণা না করা হয়। ৭ মার্চ জনসভাকে কেন্দ্র করে কামান বসানো হয়। এমনকি আধুনিক অস্ত্র-শস্ত্র প্রস্তুত রাখা হয়। মেজর সিদ্দিক সালিক তার গ্রন্থে লিখেছেন, পূর্ব পাকিস্তানের জিওসি ৭ মার্চের জনসভার প্রাক্কালে আওয়ামী লীগ নেতাকে স্পষ্ট জানিয়ে দেন, ‘পাকিস্তানের সংহতির বিরুদ্ধে কোনো কথা বলা হলে তা শক্তভাবে মোকাবিলা করা হবে। বিশ্

i really like you... what that means is i have a crush on you. but i want to know if you feel the same way about me. there are some things that you have done that lead me to believe you do... but i want to hear it from you because research can't give the answer to everything. please tell me the truth... and if you don't like me like that then please continue to be the great friend that you have been and still are to me.
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english for students the necklace the necklace is a classic story. let us enjoy reading this one. she was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. she had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the ministry of education. her tastes were simple because she had never been able to afford any other, but she was as unhappy as though she had married beneath her; for women have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are their only mark of rank, and put the slum girl on a level with the highest lady in the land. she suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. she suffered from the poorness of her house, from its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains. all these things, of which other women of her class would not even have been aware, tormented and insulted her. the sight of the little breton girl who came to do the work in her little house aroused heart-broken regrets and hopeless dreams in her mind. she imagined silent antechambers, heavy with oriental tapestries, lit by torches in lofty bronze sockets, with two tall footmen in knee-breeches sleeping in large arm-chairs, overcome by the heavy warmth of the stove. she imagined vast saloons hung with antique silks, exquisite pieces of furniture supporting priceless ornaments, and small, charming, perfumed rooms, created just for little parties of intimate friends, men who were famous and sought after, whose homage roused every other woman's envious longings. when she sat down for dinner at the round table covered with a three-days-old cloth, opposite her husband, who took the cover off the soup-tureen, exclaiming delightedly: "aha! scotch broth! what could be better?" she imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken. she had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. and these were the only things she loved; she felt that she was made for them. she had longed so eagerly to charm, to be desired, to be wildly attractive and sought after. she had a rich friend, an old school friend whom she refused to visit, because she suffered so keenly when she returned home. she would weep whole days, with grief, regret, despair, and misery. * one evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand. "here's something for you," he said. swiftly she tore the paper and drew out a printed card on which were these words: "the minister of education and madame ramponneau request the pleasure of the company of monsieur and madame loisel at the ministry on the evening of monday, january the 18th." instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring: "what do you want me to do with this?" "why, darling, i thought you'd be pleased. you never go out, and this is a great occasion. i had tremendous trouble to get it. every one wants one; it's very select, and very few go to the clerks. you'll see all the really big people there." she looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: "and what do you suppose i am to wear at such an affair?" he had not thought about it; he stammered: "why, the dress you go to the theatre in. it looks very nice, to me . . ." he stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth. "what's the matter with you? what's the matter with you?" he faltered. but with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks: "nothing. only i haven't a dress and so i can't go to this party. give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than i shall." he was heart-broken. "look here, mathilde," he persisted. "what would be the cost of a suitable dress, which you could use on other occasions as well, something very simple?" she thought for several seconds, reckoning up prices and also wondering for how large a sum she could ask without bringing upon herself an immediate refusal and an exclamation of horror from the careful-minded clerk. at last she replied with some hesitation: "i don't know exactly, but i think i could do it on four hundred francs." he grew slightly pale, for this was exactly the amount he had been saving for a gun, intending to get a little shooting next summer on the plain of nanterre with some friends who went lark-shooting there on sundays. nevertheless he said: "very well. i'll give you four hundred francs. but try and get a really nice dress with the money." the day of the party drew near, and madame loisel seemed sad, uneasy and anxious. her dress was ready, however. one evening her husband said to her: "what's the matter with you? you've been very odd for the last three days." "i'm utterly miserable at not having any jewels, not a single stone, to wear," she replied. "i shall look absolutely no one. i would almost rather not go to the party." "wear flowers," he said. "they're very smart at this time of the year. for ten francs you could get two or three gorgeous roses." she was not convinced. "no . . . there's nothing so humiliating as looking poor in the middle of a lot of rich women." "how stupid you are!" exclaimed her husband. "go and see madame forestier and ask her to lend you some jewels. you know her quite well enough for that." she uttered a cry of delight. "that's true. i never thought of it." next day she went to see her friend and told her her trouble. madame forestier went to her dressing-table, took up a large box, brought it to madame loisel, opened it, and said: "choose, my dear." first she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a venetian cross in gold and gems, of exquisite workmanship. she tried the effect of the jewels before the mirror, hesitating, unable to make up her mind to leave them, to give them up. she kept on asking: "haven't you anything else?" "yes. look for yourself. i don't know what you would like best." suddenly she discovered, in a black satin case, a superb diamond necklace; her heart began to beat covetously. her hands trembled as she lifted it. she fastened it round her neck, upon her high dress, and remained in ecstasy at sight of herself. then, with hesitation, she asked in anguish: "could you lend me this, just this alone?" "yes, of course." she flung herself on her friend's breast, embraced her frenziedly, and went away with her treasure. the day of the party arrived. madame loisel was a success. she was the prettiest woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. all the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introduced to her. all the under-secretaries of state were eager to waltz with her. the minister noticed her. she danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart. she left about four o'clock in the morning. since midnight her husband had been dozing in a deserted little room, in company with three other men whose wives were having a good time. he threw over her shoulders the garments he had brought for them to go home in, modest everyday clothes, whose poverty clashed with the beauty of the ball-dress. she was conscious of this and was anxious to hurry away, so that she should not be noticed by the other women putting on their costly furs. loisel restrained her. "wait a little. you'll catch cold in the open. i'm going to fetch a cab." but she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the staircase. when they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance. they walked down towards the seine, desperate and shivering. at last they found on the quay one of those old nightprowling carriages which are only to be seen in paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight. it brought them to their door in the rue des martyrs, and sadly they walked up to their own apartment. it was the end, for her. as for him, he was thinking that he must be at the office at ten. she took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. but suddenly she uttered a cry. the necklace was no longer round her neck! "what's the matter with you?" asked her husband, already half undressed. she turned towards him in the utmost distress. "i . . . i . . . i've no longer got madame forestier's necklace. . . ." he started with astonishment. "what! . . . impossible!" they searched in the folds of her dress, in the folds of the coat, in the pockets, everywhere. they could not find it. "are you sure that you still had it on when you came away from the ball?" he asked. "yes, i touched it in the hall at the ministry." "but if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall." "yes. probably we should. did you take the number of the cab?" "no. you didn't notice it, did you?" "no." they stared at one another, dumbfounded. at last loisel put on his clothes again. "i'll go over all the ground we walked," he said, "and see if i can't find it." and he went out. she remained in her evening clothes, lacking strength to get into bed, huddled on a chair, without volition or power of thought. her husband returned about seven. he had found nothing. he went to the police station, to the newspapers, to offer a reward, to the cab companies, everywhere that a ray of hope impelled him. she waited all day long, in the same state of bewilderment at this fearful catastrophe. loisel came home at night, his face lined and pale; he had discovered nothing. "you must write to your friend," he said, "and tell her that you've broken the clasp of her necklace and are getting it mended. that will give us time to look about us." she wrote at his dictation. * by the end of a week they had lost all hope. loisel, who had aged five years, declared: "we must see about replacing the diamonds." next day they took the box which had held the necklace and went to the jewellers whose name was inside. he consulted his books. "it was not i who sold this necklace, madame; i must have merely supplied the clasp." then they went from jeweller to jeweller, searching for another necklace like the first, consulting their memories, both ill with remorse and anguish of mind. in a shop at the palais-royal they found a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly like the one they were looking for. it was worth forty thousand francs. they were allowed to have it for thirty-six thousand. they begged the jeweller not to sell it for three days. and they arranged matters on the understanding that it would be taken back for thirty-four thousand francs, if the first one were found before the end of february. loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs left to him by his father. he intended to borrow the rest. he did borrow it, getting a thousand from one man, five hundred from another, five louis here, three louis there. he gave notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money-lenders. he mortgaged the whole remaining years of his existence, risked his signature without even knowing if he could honour it, and, appalled at the agonising face of the future, at the black misery about to fall upon him, at the prospect of every possible physical privation and moral torture, he went to get the new necklace and put down upon the jeweller's counter thirty-six thousand francs. when madame loisel took back the necklace to madame forestier, the latter said to her in a chilly voice: "you ought to have brought it back sooner; i might have needed it." she did not, as her friend had feared, open the case. if she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? what would she have said? would she not have taken her for a thief? * madame loisel came to know the ghastly life of abject poverty. from the very first she played her part heroically. this fearful debt must be paid off. she would pay it. the servant was dismissed. they changed their flat; they took a garret under the roof. she came to know the heavy work of the house, the hateful duties of the kitchen. she washed the plates, wearing out her pink nails on the coarse pottery and the bottoms of pans. she washed the dirty linen, the shirts and dish-cloths, and hung them out to dry on a string; every morning she took the dustbin down into the street and carried up the water, stopping on each landing to get her breath. and, clad like a poor woman, she went to the fruiterer, to the grocer, to the butcher, a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, fighting for every wretched halfpenny of her money. every month notes had to be paid off, others renewed, time gained. her husband worked in the evenings at putting straight a merchant's accounts, and often at night he did copying at twopence-halfpenny a page. and this life lasted ten years. at the end of ten years everything was paid off, everything, the usurer's charges and the accumulation of superimposed interest. madame loisel looked old now. she had become like all the other strong, hard, coarse women of poor households. her hair was badly done, her skirts were awry, her hands were red. she spoke in a shrill voice, and the water slopped all over the floor when she scrubbed it. but sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and thought of that evening long ago, of the ball at which she had been so beautiful and so much admired. what would have happened if she had never lost those jewels. who knows? who knows? how strange life is, how fickle! how little is needed to ruin or to save! one sunday, as she had gone for a walk along the champs-elysees to freshen herself after the labours of the week, she caught sight suddenly of a woman who was taking a child out for a walk. it was madame forestier, still young, still beautiful, still attractive. madame loisel was conscious of some emotion. should she speak to her? yes, certainly. and now that she had paid, she would tell her all. why not? she went up to her. "good morning, jeanne." the other did not recognise her, and was surprised at being thus familiarly addressed by a poor woman. "but . . . madame . . ." she stammered. "i don't know . . . you must be making a mistake." "no . . . i am mathilde loisel." her friend uttered a cry. "oh! . . . my poor mathilde, how you have changed! . . ." "yes, i've had some hard times since i saw you last; and many sorrows . . . and all on your account." "on my account! . . . how was that?" "you remember the diamond necklace you lent me for the ball at the ministry?" "yes. well?" "well, i lost it." "how could you? why, you brought it back." "i brought you another one just like it. and for the last ten years we have been paying for it. you realise it wasn't easy for us; we had no money. . . . well, it's paid for at last, and i'm glad indeed." madame forestier had halted. "you say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?" "yes. you hadn't noticed it? they were very much alike." and she smiled in proud and innocent happiness. madame forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands. "oh, my poor mathilde! but mine was imitation. it was worth at the very most five hundred francs! . . . " author: guy de maupassant classics index sponsored content disha patani: no guy has come up and said they find me hot, no one flirts with me india today recommended by short stories index the necklace to home page share this page: what’s this? facebook twitter enjoy this page? please pay it forward. here's how to ... report this ad sponsored content malaika arora in bikini goes swimming in austrian lake, arjun kapoor records videos. seen yet? india today recommended by report this ad follow these links! quick links confused words what is new? nursery rhymes beauties of english top menu follow us privacy policy © 2019 english-for-students.com. all rights reserved. back to top
english for students the necklace the necklace is a classic story. let us enjoy reading this one. she was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. she had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the ministry of education. her tastes were simple because she had never been able to afford any other, but she was as unhappy as though she had married beneath her; for women have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are their only mark of rank, and put the slum girl on a level with the highest lady in the land. she suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. she suffered from the poorness of her house, from its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains. all these things, of which other women of her class would not even have been aware, tormented and insulted her. the sight of the little breton girl who came to do the work in her little house aroused heart-broken regrets and hopeless dreams in her mind. she imagined silent antechambers, heavy with oriental tapestries, lit by torches in lofty bronze sockets, with two tall footmen in knee-breeches sleeping in large arm-chairs, overcome by the heavy warmth of the stove. she imagined vast saloons hung with antique silks, exquisite pieces of furniture supporting priceless ornaments, and small, charming, perfumed rooms, created just for little parties of intimate friends, men who were famous and sought after, whose homage roused every other woman's envious longings. when she sat down for dinner at the round table covered with a three-days-old cloth, opposite her husband, who took the cover off the soup-tureen, exclaiming delightedly: "aha! scotch broth! what could be better?" she imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken. she had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. and these were the only things she loved; she felt that she was made for them. she had longed so eagerly to charm, to be desired, to be wildly attractive and sought after. she had a rich friend, an old school friend whom she refused to visit, because she suffered so keenly when she returned home. she would weep whole days, with grief, regret, despair, and misery. * one evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand. "here's something for you," he said. swiftly she tore the paper and drew out a printed card on which were these words: "the minister of education and madame ramponneau request the pleasure of the company of monsieur and madame loisel at the ministry on the evening of monday, january the 18th." instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring: "what do you want me to do with this?" "why, darling, i thought you'd be pleased. you never go out, and this is a great occasion. i had tremendous trouble to get it. every one wants one; it's very select, and very few go to the clerks. you'll see all the really big people there." she looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: "and what do you suppose i am to wear at such an affair?" he had not thought about it; he stammered: "why, the dress you go to the theatre in. it looks very nice, to me . . ." he stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth. "what's the matter with you? what's the matter with you?" he faltered. but with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks: "nothing. only i haven't a dress and so i can't go to this party. give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than i shall." he was heart-broken. "look here, mathilde," he persisted. "what would be the cost of a suitable dress, which you could use on other occasions as well, something very simple?" she thought for several seconds, reckoning up prices and also wondering for how large a sum she could ask without bringing upon herself an immediate refusal and an exclamation of horror from the careful-minded clerk. at last she replied with some hesitation: "i don't know exactly, but i think i could do it on four hundred francs." he grew slightly pale, for this was exactly the amount he had been saving for a gun, intending to get a little shooting next summer on the plain of nanterre with some friends who went lark-shooting there on sundays. nevertheless he said: "very well. i'll give you four hundred francs. but try and get a really nice dress with the money." the day of the party drew near, and madame loisel seemed sad, uneasy and anxious. her dress was ready, however. one evening her husband said to her: "what's the matter with you? you've been very odd for the last three days." "i'm utterly miserable at not having any jewels, not a single stone, to wear," she replied. "i shall look absolutely no one. i would almost rather not go to the party." "wear flowers," he said. "they're very smart at this time of the year. for ten francs you could get two or three gorgeous roses." she was not convinced. "no . . . there's nothing so humiliating as looking poor in the middle of a lot of rich women." "how stupid you are!" exclaimed her husband. "go and see madame forestier and ask her to lend you some jewels. you know her quite well enough for that." she uttered a cry of delight. "that's true. i never thought of it." next day she went to see her friend and told her her trouble. madame forestier went to her dressing-table, took up a large box, brought it to madame loisel, opened it, and said: "choose, my dear." first she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a venetian cross in gold and gems, of exquisite workmanship. she tried the effect of the jewels before the mirror, hesitating, unable to make up her mind to leave them, to give them up. she kept on asking: "haven't you anything else?" "yes. look for yourself. i don't know what you would like best." suddenly she discovered, in a black satin case, a superb diamond necklace; her heart began to beat covetously. her hands trembled as she lifted it. she fastened it round her neck, upon her high dress, and remained in ecstasy at sight of herself. then, with hesitation, she asked in anguish: "could you lend me this, just this alone?" "yes, of course." she flung herself on her friend's breast, embraced her frenziedly, and went away with her treasure. the day of the party arrived. madame loisel was a success. she was the prettiest woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. all the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introduced to her. all the under-secretaries of state were eager to waltz with her. the minister noticed her. she danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart. she left about four o'clock in the morning. since midnight her husband had been dozing in a deserted little room, in company with three other men whose wives were having a good time. he threw over her shoulders the garments he had brought for them to go home in, modest everyday clothes, whose poverty clashed with the beauty of the ball-dress. she was conscious of this and was anxious to hurry away, so that she should not be noticed by the other women putting on their costly furs. loisel restrained her. "wait a little. you'll catch cold in the open. i'm going to fetch a cab." but she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the staircase. when they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance. they walked down towards the seine, desperate and shivering. at last they found on the quay one of those old nightprowling carriages which are only to be seen in paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight. it brought them to their door in the rue des martyrs, and sadly they walked up to their own apartment. it was the end, for her. as for him, he was thinking that he must be at the office at ten. she took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. but suddenly she uttered a cry. the necklace was no longer round her neck! "what's the matter with you?" asked her husband, already half undressed. she turned towards him in the utmost distress. "i . . . i . . . i've no longer got madame forestier's necklace. . . ." he started with astonishment. "what! . . . impossible!" they searched in the folds of her dress, in the folds of the coat, in the pockets, everywhere. they could not find it. "are you sure that you still had it on when you came away from the ball?" he asked. "yes, i touched it in the hall at the ministry." "but if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall." "yes. probably we should. did you take the number of the cab?" "no. you didn't notice it, did you?" "no." they stared at one another, dumbfounded. at last loisel put on his clothes again. "i'll go over all the ground we walked," he said, "and see if i can't find it." and he went out. she remained in her evening clothes, lacking strength to get into bed, huddled on a chair, without volition or power of thought. her husband returned about seven. he had found nothing. he went to the police station, to the newspapers, to offer a reward, to the cab companies, everywhere that a ray of hope impelled him. she waited all day long, in the same state of bewilderment at this fearful catastrophe. loisel came home at night, his face lined and pale; he had discovered nothing. "you must write to your friend," he said, "and tell her that you've broken the clasp of her necklace and are getting it mended. that will give us time to look about us." she wrote at his dictation. * by the end of a week they had lost all hope. loisel, who had aged five years, declared: "we must see about replacing the diamonds." next day they took the box which had held the necklace and went to the jewellers whose name was inside. he consulted his books. "it was not i who sold this necklace, madame; i must have merely supplied the clasp." then they went from jeweller to jeweller, searching for another necklace like the first, consulting their memories, both ill with remorse and anguish of mind. in a shop at the palais-royal they found a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly like the one they were looking for. it was worth forty thousand francs. they were allowed to have it for thirty-six thousand. they begged the jeweller not to sell it for three days. and they arranged matters on the understanding that it would be taken back for thirty-four thousand francs, if the first one were found before the end of february. loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs left to him by his father. he intended to borrow the rest. he did borrow it, getting a thousand from one man, five hundred from another, five louis here, three louis there. he gave notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money-lenders. he mortgaged the whole remaining years of his existence, risked his signature without even knowing if he could honour it, and, appalled at the agonising face of the future, at the black misery about to fall upon him, at the prospect of every possible physical privation and moral torture, he went to get the new necklace and put down upon the jeweller's counter thirty-six thousand francs. when madame loisel took back the necklace to madame forestier, the latter said to her in a chilly voice: "you ought to have brought it back sooner; i might have needed it." she did not, as her friend had feared, open the case. if she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? what would she have said? would she not have taken her for a thief? * madame loisel came to know the ghastly life of abject poverty. from the very first she played her part heroically. this fearful debt must be paid off. she would pay it. the servant was dismissed. they changed their flat; they took a garret under the roof. she came to know the heavy work of the house, the hateful duties of the kitchen. she washed the plates, wearing out her pink nails on the coarse pottery and the bottoms of pans. she washed the dirty linen, the shirts and dish-cloths, and hung them out to dry on a string; every morning she took the dustbin down into the street and carried up the water, stopping on each landing to get her breath. and, clad like a poor woman, she went to the fruiterer, to the grocer, to the butcher, a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, fighting for every wretched halfpenny of her money. every month notes had to be paid off, others renewed, time gained. her husband worked in the evenings at putting straight a merchant's accounts, and often at night he did copying at twopence-halfpenny a page. and this life lasted ten years. at the end of ten years everything was paid off, everything, the usurer's charges and the accumulation of superimposed interest. madame loisel looked old now. she had become like all the other strong, hard, coarse women of poor households. her hair was badly done, her skirts were awry, her hands were red. she spoke in a shrill voice, and the water slopped all over the floor when she scrubbed it. but sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and thought of that evening long ago, of the ball at which she had been so beautiful and so much admired. what would have happened if she had never lost those jewels. who knows? who knows? how strange life is, how fickle! how little is needed to ruin or to save! one sunday, as she had gone for a walk along the champs-elysees to freshen herself after the labours of the week, she caught sight suddenly of a woman who was taking a child out for a walk. it was madame forestier, still young, still beautiful, still attractive. madame loisel was conscious of some emotion. should she speak to her? yes, certainly. and now that she had paid, she would tell her all. why not? she went up to her. "good morning, jeanne." the other did not recognise her, and was surprised at being thus familiarly addressed by a poor woman. "but . . . madame . . ." she stammered. "i don't know . . . you must be making a mistake." "no . . . i am mathilde loisel." her friend uttered a cry. "oh! . . . my poor mathilde, how you have changed! . . ." "yes, i've had some hard times since i saw you last; and many sorrows . . . and all on your account." "on my account! . . . how was that?" "you remember the diamond necklace you lent me for the ball at the ministry?" "yes. well?" "well, i lost it." "how could you? why, you brought it back." "i brought you another one just like it. and for the last ten years we have been paying for it. you realise it wasn't easy for us; we had no money. . . . well, it's paid for at last, and i'm glad indeed." madame forestier had halted. "you say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?" "yes. you hadn't noticed it? they were very much alike." and she smiled in proud and innocent happiness. madame forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands. "oh, my poor mathilde! but mine was imitation. it was worth at the very most five hundred francs! . . . " author: guy de maupassant classics index sponsored content disha patani: no guy has come up and said they find me hot, no one flirts with me india today recommended by short stories index the necklace to home page share this page: what’s this? facebook twitter enjoy this page? please pay it forward. here's how to ... report this ad sponsored content malaika arora in bikini goes swimming in austrian lake, arjun kapoor records videos. seen yet? india today recommended by report this ad follow these links! quick links confused words what is new? nursery rhymes beauties of english top menu follow us privacy policy © 2019 english-for-students.com. all rights reserved. back to top গল্পটি বাংলা ভাষায় অনুবাদ করে