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CHAPTER ONEA Letter for AdamOne day
CHAPTER ONE
A Letter for Adam
One day a postman came to my village. The postman brought me a letter from my son, Saul.
'Is your name Adam?' the postman asked. 'Yes,' I said.
'I've got a letter for you.' The postman read the envelope: 'Adam of the village of Minta.'
'A letter for me. Who is it from?' I asked. The postman looked at the envelope again. 'From Saul' he said. He gave me the letter and walked away.
'Martha, Martha,' I called to my wife. 'Come here. We have a letter from our son, Saul.'
Martha came out and looked at the letter. She was excited but she was also worried.
'A letter from Saul,' slie said. 'Is he alive and well? I'm going to find the school teacher. He can read the letter.
There was no school fifty years ago. So I cannot read or write. I live in a small village. The only work is farming. My only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married. Saul is making a lot of money in a foreign country.
Martha and the school teacher came back. A lot of other people came. Everyone wanted to hear my letter. The school teacher opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Father,
I am living in London. I have a job in a factory. The work is very hard. But the pay is good.
I am well and I live with people from my country.
I am sending you $100 in this letter. This is for you and my mother.
Love to you and mother.
Saul
'One hundred dollars!' I said to the school teacher. 'You're wrong. It's a mistake.'
'No', the school teacher said. 'I'm not wrong. It's not a mistake. Here is the money.' And he gave me a piece of paper.
'What is this?' I asked.
'A money order,' the school teacher said. 'Go to Darpur. Take this money order to the Post Office in Darpur. The money order is worth one hundred dollars. The Post Office official will give you the money.'
'One hundred dollars!' I said again.
Everyone laughed and said, 'Adam, you are a rich man. You can buy many things for your farm and for your house.'
'And I can buy some good food and drink in Darpur. I am going to give a party for you all,' I told my friends.
Martha said, 'Saul is a good son.'
That evening, the village people talked about the money order and my money. Martha and I also talked about the money. We needed many things for the farm.
A Letter for Adam
One day a postman came to my village. The postman brought me a letter from my son, Saul.
'Is your name Adam?' the postman asked. 'Yes,' I said.
'I've got a letter for you.' The postman read the envelope: 'Adam of the village of Minta.'
'A letter for me. Who is it from?' I asked. The postman looked at the envelope again. 'From Saul' he said. He gave me the letter and walked away.
'Martha, Martha,' I called to my wife. 'Come here. We have a letter from our son, Saul.'
Martha came out and looked at the letter. She was excited but she was also worried.
'A letter from Saul,' slie said. 'Is he alive and well? I'm going to find the school teacher. He can read the letter.
There was no school fifty years ago. So I cannot read or write. I live in a small village. The only work is farming. My only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married. Saul is making a lot of money in a foreign country.
Martha and the school teacher came back. A lot of other people came. Everyone wanted to hear my letter. The school teacher opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Father,
I am living in London. I have a job in a factory. The work is very hard. But the pay is good.
I am well and I live with people from my country.
I am sending you $100 in this letter. This is for you and my mother.
Love to you and mother.
Saul
'One hundred dollars!' I said to the school teacher. 'You're wrong. It's a mistake.'
'No', the school teacher said. 'I'm not wrong. It's not a mistake. Here is the money.' And he gave me a piece of paper.
'What is this?' I asked.
'A money order,' the school teacher said. 'Go to Darpur. Take this money order to the Post Office in Darpur. The money order is worth one hundred dollars. The Post Office official will give you the money.'
'One hundred dollars!' I said again.
Everyone laughed and said, 'Adam, you are a rich man. You can buy many things for your farm and for your house.'
'And I can buy some good food and drink in Darpur. I am going to give a party for you all,' I told my friends.
Martha said, 'Saul is a good son.'
That evening, the village people talked about the money order and my money. Martha and I also talked about the money. We needed many things for the farm.
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CHAPTER ONE
A Letter for Adam
One day a postman came to my village. The postman brought me a letter from my son, Saul.
'Is your name Adam?' the postman asked. 'Yes,' I said.
'I've got a letter for you.' The postman read the envelope: 'Adam of the village of Minta.'
'A letter for me. Who is it from?' I asked. The postman looked at the envelope again. 'From Saul' he said. He gave me the letter and walked away.
'Martha, Martha,' I called to my wife. 'Come here. We have a letter from our son, Saul.'
Martha came out and looked at the letter. She was excited but she was also worried.
'A letter from Saul,' slie said. 'Is he alive and well? I'm going to find the school teacher. He can read the letter.
There was no school fifty years ago. So I cannot read or write. I live in a small village. The only work is farming. My only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married. Saul is making a lot of money in a foreign country.
Martha and the school teacher came back. A lot of other people came. Everyone wanted to hear my letter. The school teacher opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Father,
I am living in London. I have a job in a factory. The work is very hard. But the pay is good.
I am well and I live with people from my country.
I am sending you $100 in this letter. This is for you and my mother.
Love to you and mother.
Saul
'One hundred dollars!' I said to the school teacher. 'You're wrong. It's a mistake.'
'No', the school teacher said. 'I'm not wrong. It's not a mistake. Here is the money.' And he gave me a piece of paper.
'What is this?' I asked.
'A money order,' the school teacher said. 'Go to Darpur. Take this money order to the Post Office in Darpur. The money order is worth one hundred dollars. The Post Office official will give you the money.'
'One hundred dollars!' I said again.
Everyone laughed and said, 'Adam, you are a rich man. You can buy many things for your farm and for your house.'
'And I can buy some good food and drink in Darpur. I am going to give a party for you all,' I told my friends.
Martha said, 'Saul is a good son.'
That evening, the village people talked about the money order and my money. Martha and I also talked about the money. We needed many things for the farm.
A Letter for Adam
One day a postman came to my village. The postman brought me a letter from my son, Saul.
'Is your name Adam?' the postman asked. 'Yes,' I said.
'I've got a letter for you.' The postman read the envelope: 'Adam of the village of Minta.'
'A letter for me. Who is it from?' I asked. The postman looked at the envelope again. 'From Saul' he said. He gave me the letter and walked away.
'Martha, Martha,' I called to my wife. 'Come here. We have a letter from our son, Saul.'
Martha came out and looked at the letter. She was excited but she was also worried.
'A letter from Saul,' slie said. 'Is he alive and well? I'm going to find the school teacher. He can read the letter.
There was no school fifty years ago. So I cannot read or write. I live in a small village. The only work is farming. My only son, Saul, left the village two years ago and my three daughters are married. Saul is making a lot of money in a foreign country.
Martha and the school teacher came back. A lot of other people came. Everyone wanted to hear my letter. The school teacher opened the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Father,
I am living in London. I have a job in a factory. The work is very hard. But the pay is good.
I am well and I live with people from my country.
I am sending you $100 in this letter. This is for you and my mother.
Love to you and mother.
Saul
'One hundred dollars!' I said to the school teacher. 'You're wrong. It's a mistake.'
'No', the school teacher said. 'I'm not wrong. It's not a mistake. Here is the money.' And he gave me a piece of paper.
'What is this?' I asked.
'A money order,' the school teacher said. 'Go to Darpur. Take this money order to the Post Office in Darpur. The money order is worth one hundred dollars. The Post Office official will give you the money.'
'One hundred dollars!' I said again.
Everyone laughed and said, 'Adam, you are a rich man. You can buy many things for your farm and for your house.'
'And I can buy some good food and drink in Darpur. I am going to give a party for you all,' I told my friends.
Martha said, 'Saul is a good son.'
That evening, the village people talked about the money order and my money. Martha and I also talked about the money. We needed many things for the farm.
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BAB SATU
Surat untuk Adam Suatu hari seorang tukang pos datang ke desa saya. Tukang pos membawa saya surat dari anak saya, Saul. "Apakah Anda Adam?" tanya tukang pos. "Ya," kataku. "Aku punya surat untuk Anda." Tukang pos baca amplop: '. Adam desa Minta' 'Sebuah surat untuk saya. Siapa dari? " Saya bertanya. Tukang pos menatap amplop itu lagi. "Dari Saul" katanya. Dia memberi saya surat itu dan berjalan pergi. "Martha, Martha," Aku dipanggil untuk istri saya. 'Kemari. Kami memiliki surat dari anak kami, Saul. " Martha keluar dan melihat surat itu. Dia senang tapi dia juga khawatir. "Sebuah surat dari Saul," kata slie. "Apakah dia masih hidup dan baik? Aku akan menemukan guru sekolah. Dia bisa membaca surat itu. Tidak ada sekolah lima puluh tahun yang lalu. Jadi saya tidak bisa membaca atau menulis. Saya tinggal di sebuah desa kecil. Satu-satunya pekerjaan pertanian. Satu-satunya anak, Saul, meninggalkan desa dua tahun lalu dan tiga anak perempuan saya menikah. Saul membuat banyak uang di luar negeri. Martha dan guru sekolah kembali. Banyak orang lain datang. Semua orang ingin mendengar surat saya. Guru sekolah membuka amplop dan membaca surat itu. Bapa, aku tinggal di London. Saya memiliki pekerjaan di pabrik. Pekerjaan ini sangat sulit. Tapi bayarannya baik. Saya dengan baik dan saya hidup dengan orang-orang dari negara saya. Aku mengutus kamu $ 100 dalam surat ini. Ini adalah untuk Anda dan ibu saya. Cinta kepada Anda dan ibu. Saul 'Seratus dolar! " Saya berkata kepada guru sekolah. "Kau salah. Ini kesalahan. ' 'Tidak', kata guru sekolah. "Aku tidak salah. Ini bukan kesalahan. Ini uangnya. ' Dan dia memberi saya secarik kertas. "Apa ini?" Tanyaku. "Sebuah wesel," kata guru sekolah. 'Ke Darpur. Mengambil pesanan uang ini ke kantor pos di Darpur. Wesel bernilai seratus dolar. The Post Office resmi akan memberikan uang. " "Seratus dolar!" Aku berkata lagi. Semua orang tertawa dan berkata, "Adam, Anda adalah orang kaya. Anda dapat membeli banyak hal untuk peternakan Anda dan rumah Anda. " "Dan aku bisa membeli beberapa makanan dan minuman di Darpur. Saya akan memberikan pesta untuk kalian semua, "Saya mengatakan kepada teman-teman saya. Martha berkata, "Saul adalah anak yang baik." Malam itu, orang-orang desa berbicara tentang wesel dan uang saya. Martha dan saya juga berbicara tentang uang. Kami membutuhkan banyak hal untuk pertanian.
Surat untuk Adam Suatu hari seorang tukang pos datang ke desa saya. Tukang pos membawa saya surat dari anak saya, Saul. "Apakah Anda Adam?" tanya tukang pos. "Ya," kataku. "Aku punya surat untuk Anda." Tukang pos baca amplop: '. Adam desa Minta' 'Sebuah surat untuk saya. Siapa dari? " Saya bertanya. Tukang pos menatap amplop itu lagi. "Dari Saul" katanya. Dia memberi saya surat itu dan berjalan pergi. "Martha, Martha," Aku dipanggil untuk istri saya. 'Kemari. Kami memiliki surat dari anak kami, Saul. " Martha keluar dan melihat surat itu. Dia senang tapi dia juga khawatir. "Sebuah surat dari Saul," kata slie. "Apakah dia masih hidup dan baik? Aku akan menemukan guru sekolah. Dia bisa membaca surat itu. Tidak ada sekolah lima puluh tahun yang lalu. Jadi saya tidak bisa membaca atau menulis. Saya tinggal di sebuah desa kecil. Satu-satunya pekerjaan pertanian. Satu-satunya anak, Saul, meninggalkan desa dua tahun lalu dan tiga anak perempuan saya menikah. Saul membuat banyak uang di luar negeri. Martha dan guru sekolah kembali. Banyak orang lain datang. Semua orang ingin mendengar surat saya. Guru sekolah membuka amplop dan membaca surat itu. Bapa, aku tinggal di London. Saya memiliki pekerjaan di pabrik. Pekerjaan ini sangat sulit. Tapi bayarannya baik. Saya dengan baik dan saya hidup dengan orang-orang dari negara saya. Aku mengutus kamu $ 100 dalam surat ini. Ini adalah untuk Anda dan ibu saya. Cinta kepada Anda dan ibu. Saul 'Seratus dolar! " Saya berkata kepada guru sekolah. "Kau salah. Ini kesalahan. ' 'Tidak', kata guru sekolah. "Aku tidak salah. Ini bukan kesalahan. Ini uangnya. ' Dan dia memberi saya secarik kertas. "Apa ini?" Tanyaku. "Sebuah wesel," kata guru sekolah. 'Ke Darpur. Mengambil pesanan uang ini ke kantor pos di Darpur. Wesel bernilai seratus dolar. The Post Office resmi akan memberikan uang. " "Seratus dolar!" Aku berkata lagi. Semua orang tertawa dan berkata, "Adam, Anda adalah orang kaya. Anda dapat membeli banyak hal untuk peternakan Anda dan rumah Anda. " "Dan aku bisa membeli beberapa makanan dan minuman di Darpur. Saya akan memberikan pesta untuk kalian semua, "Saya mengatakan kepada teman-teman saya. Martha berkata, "Saul adalah anak yang baik." Malam itu, orang-orang desa berbicara tentang wesel dan uang saya. Martha dan saya juga berbicara tentang uang. Kami membutuhkan banyak hal untuk pertanian.
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