THE MILKMAID AND HER PAIL

ORİJİNAL METİN (DİNLEME METNİ)

 

BASİTLEŞTİRİLMİŞ METİN
A farmer's daughter had milked the cows and was returning to the dairy. She was carrying the milk pail on her head. As she walked, she began dreaming and talking to herself like this; "The milk in this pail will provide me with cream. I will turn the cream into butter and take it to the market and sell it. With the money, I will buy eggs. These eggs, when hatched, will produce chickens, and in time, I will have a large poultry-yard. Then I will sell some of my chickens, and with the money I will buy myself a new gown. I will wear the gown when I go to the fair; and all the young men will admire it, and they will want to talk to me, but I will toss my head will not talk to them." While dreaming, she forgot about the pail on her head, and, suiting the action to the word, she tossed her head. The pail went down and all the milk was spilled, and all her dreams disappeared.
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

= hareketini (hayalindeki) söze uydurarak

= mandıra

money disappears from the table

spilling coffee on the laptop

tossing the head

fair (=fuar / panayır)

gown

poultry

eggs hatched

pail

A farmer is milking the cows.
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THE MILKMAID AND HER PAIL
A farmer's daughter had been out to milk the cows, and was returning to the dairy carrying her pail of milk upon her head. As she walked along, she fell a-musing after this fashion: "The milk in this pail will provide me with cream, which I will make into butter and take to market to sell. With the money I will buy a number of eggs, and these, when hatched, will produce chickens, and by and by I shall have quite a large poultry-yard. Then I shall sell some of my fowls, and with the money which they will bring in I will buy myself a new gown, which I shall wear when I go to the fair; and all the young fellows will admire it, and come and make love to me, but I shall toss my head and have nothing to say to them." Forgetting all about the pail, and suiting the action to the word, she tossed her head. Down went the pail, all the milk was spilled, and all her fine castles in the air vanished in a moment!
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.