The Story of Uncle EliasIn Septembe

The Story of Uncle Elias
In September 1887 my wife was visiting some of her family, so I was staying with my old friend Sherlock
Holmes in Baker Street. It was a windy, stormy evening, and the rain was falling heavily outside
. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
I looked at my friend in surprise. 'Who can this be?' I asked.
'If he comes on business in this weather, it's important,' said Sherlock Holmes. 'Come in!' He called.
A young man came in. He looked wet, tried and worried, 'I' ve come to ask for help,' he said. 'I' ve heard
of you, Mr Holmes. People say you know everything. I don't know what to do.'
'Well, sit down,' said Holmes, 'and tell me about yourself.'
The young man sat down, and put his wet feet near the fire. 'My name is John Openshaw. My father,
Joseph, had a brother, my uncle Elias, who went to live in America when he was young. He made a lot of
money there. He didn't like the black Americans, so during the Civil War he fought against the men from
the North, and with those from the South. But when the South lost the war, and there was equality for
black people, Uncle Elias left America. So in 1869 he came back to England and went to live in a large
house in the country. He was a strange, unhappy man.
'He did not want any friends,'John Openshaw went on, 'and he often drank a lot. But he liked me, and
when I was twelve, I moved to Uncle Elias's house. He was very kind to me. I could go anywhere in the
house. But there was one small room at the top of the house which was always looked. Nobody could go
into this room.
'One day Uncle Elias got a letter from Pondicherry in India. "I don't know anyone in Pondicherry!" He
said, but when he opened the envelope, five little orange pips fell on to his plate. I began to laugh but
stopped when I saw my uncle's white face.
'"K.K.K.!" he cried. " Oh my God, my God, they've found me!"
'"What do you mean, uncle?" I asked.
'"Death!" he cried, and ran upstairs.
'I looked at the envelope, which had three Ks on the back. There was no letter. Who sent it? And why
was my uncle so afraid?
'Uncle Elias went immediately to the secret room and took out a box which also had three Ks on it. He
burnt all the papers in the box, and said to me, "John, I know that I'm going to die soon. My brother,
your father, will have all my money and my house after my death, and you will have it all when he dies.
I hope you can enjoy it, but if not, give it your worst enemy. I'm afraid that my money brings death with
it."
'I didn't understand what he meant, and nothing happened for a few weeks, so I did not feet so worried.
But my uncle was very afraid. He stayed in his room most of the time, and drank more than before. He
always locked all the doors carefully. Then one night he drank very heavily and ran wildly out of the
house, and in the morning we found him dead in a river. The police said he killed himself, but I knew he
was afraid to die, so I didn't think that was true.'
Holmes stopped the young man for a minute. 'Tell me.' he said. 'When did your uncle get the letter from
India, and when did he die?'
'The letter arrived on 10th March 1883, and he died seven weeks later,' answered John Openshaw.
'Thank you. Please go on,' said Holmes.
'After my uncle's death, my father moved into the house. Of course I asked him to look carefully at the
locked room, but we didn't find anything important.'

نتایج (فارسی) 1:

The Story of Uncle EliasIn September 1887 my wife was visiting some of her family, so I was staying with my old friend Sherlock Holmes in Baker Street. It was a windy, stormy evening, and the rain was falling heavily outside. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.I looked at my friend in surprise. 'Who can this be?' I asked.'If he comes on business in this weather, it's important,' said Sherlock Holmes. 'Come in!' He called.A young man came in. He looked wet, tried and worried, 'I' ve come to ask for help,' he said. 'I' ve heard of you, Mr Holmes. People say you know everything. I don't know what to do.''Well, sit down,' said Holmes, 'and tell me about yourself.'The young man sat down, and put his wet feet near the fire. 'My name is John Openshaw. My father, Joseph, had a brother, my uncle Elias, who went to live in America when he was young. He made a lot of money there. He didn't like the black Americans, so during the Civil War he fought against the men from the North, and with those from the South. But when the South lost the war, and there was equality for black people, Uncle Elias left America. So in 1869 he came back to England and went to live in a large house in the country. He was a strange, unhappy man.'He did not want any friends,'John Openshaw went on, 'and he often drank a lot. But he liked me, and when I was twelve, I moved to Uncle Elias's house. He was very kind to me. I could go anywhere in the house. But there was one small room at the top of the house which was always looked. Nobody could go into this room.'One day Uncle Elias got a letter from Pondicherry in India. "I don't know anyone in Pondicherry!" He said, but when he opened the envelope, five little orange pips fell on to his plate. I began to laugh but stopped when I saw my uncle's white face.'"K.K.K.!" he cried. " Oh my God, my God, they've found me!"'"What do you mean, uncle?" I asked.'"Death!" he cried, and ran upstairs.'I looked at the envelope, which had three Ks on the back. There was no letter. Who sent it? And why was my uncle so afraid?'Uncle Elias went immediately to the secret room and took out a box which also had three Ks on it. He burnt all the papers in the box, and said to me, "John, I know that I'm going to die soon. My brother, your father, will have all my money and my house after my death, and you will have it all when he dies. I hope you can enjoy it, but if not, give it your worst enemy. I'm afraid that my money brings death with it."'I didn't understand what he meant, and nothing happened for a few weeks, so I did not feet so worried. But my uncle was very afraid. He stayed in his room most of the time, and drank more than before. He always locked all the doors carefully. Then one night he drank very heavily and ran wildly out of the house, and in the morning we found him dead in a river. The police said he killed himself, but I knew he به مرگ، ترس بود، بنابراین من فکر می کنم که درست بود. "هلمز مرد جوان را برای یک دقیقه متوقف می شود. 'بگویید من"او گفت. "هنگامی که آیا خود عمو دریافت نامه ای از هند، و زمانی که آیا او مرد? ""نامه ای در دهم مارس 1883 وارد و او، هفت هفته بعد،" جان Openshaw پاسخ داده شده."با تشکر از شما. لطفا بروید در تاریخ، "هلمز گفت."پس از مرگ عموی من، پدر من نقل مکان به خانه. البته او به دقت نگاه پرسیدم اتاق قفل شده است، اما ما هر چیزی مهم را پیدا کند. "

نتایج (فارسی) 2:

داستان عمو الیاس
در سپتامبر 1887 همسر من در بازدید از برخی از خانواده اش، بنابراین من با دوست قدیمی من شرلوک ماندن شد
هولمز در خیابان بیکر. این باد می وزد، شب طوفانی بود و باران به شدت در خارج از سقوط شد
. ناگهان بد گویی کردن از درب وجود دارد.
من به دوستم با تعجب نگاه کرد. 'چه کسی می تواند این باشد؟' پرسیدم.
"اگر او در کسب و کار در این آب و هوا می آید، این مهم است، گفت: شرلوک هلمز. 'بیا تو!' او نامیده می شود.
"او گفت: مرد جوان در آمد. او نگاه کرد و مرطوب، محاکمه و نگران، 'من می آیند تا کمک بخواهد. «من» ام شنیده
از شما، آقای هولمز. مردم می گویند شما همه چیز را می دانم. من نمی دانم چه باید بکنید. '
'خوب، نشستن،' گفت هولمز، و در مورد خود من بگویید. "
مرد جوان نشست و پا خیس خود را در نزدیکی آتش قرار داده است. 'نام من جان Openshaw است. پدر من،
یوسف، برادر، عموی من الیاس، که رفت به در امریکا زندگی می کنند زمانی که او جوان بود. او ساخته شده بسیاری از
پول وجود دارد. او آمریکایی های سیاه و سفید را دوست ندارد، بنابراین در طول جنگ داخلی او در برابر مردان از مبارزه
شمالی با کسانی که از جنوب، و. اما زمانی که جنوب در جنگ از دست داده، و برابری برای وجود
مردم سیاه و سفید، عمو الیاس امریکا باقی مانده است. بنابراین در سال 1869 او را به انگلستان آمد و رفت و به در بزرگ زندگی می کنند
خانه ای در کشور است. او عجیب و غریب، انسان ناراضی بود.
"او هیچ دوستی را نمی خواهم، 'جان Openshaw در رفت، و او اغلب مقدار زیادی نوشید. اما او به من را دوست داشت، و
وقتی که من دوازده بود، من به خانه عمو الیاس نقل مکان کرد. او بسیار مهربان به من بود. من می توانم در هر نقطه از رفتن
به خانه. اما یک اتاق کوچک در بالای خانه که همیشه نگاه شده است. هیچ کس می تواند به
به این اتاق.
"یک روز عمو الیاس یک نامه از طرف Pondicherry در هند است. "من کسی را در Pondicherry نمی دانم!" او
گفت، اما زمانی که او باز پاکت، پنج پیپ پرتقال کمی در را به صفحه خود سقوط کرد. من شروع به خنده، اما
متوقف وقتی دیدم چهره سفید عموی من است.
"KKK!" او گریه می کرد. "آه خدای من، خدای من، آنها به من پیدا کردم!"
"" شما چه معنی، عموی؟ " پرسیدم.
"" مرگ! " او گریه، و طبقه بالا زد.
"من در پاکت، که سه KS در پشت حال نگاه کرد. هیچ نامه ای وجود دارد. چه کسی آن را فرستاده؟ و چرا
عموی من تا ترس بود؟
'عمو الیاس بلافاصله به اتاق مخفی رفت و در زمان از جعبه که همچنین سه KS بر روی آن بود. او
سوخته تمام مقالات را در جعبه، و به من گفت، "جان، من می دانم که من بزودی می میرد. برادر من،
پدر خود را، تمام پول من و خانه من را پس از مرگ من، و شما باید آن همه وقتی که او می میرد.
من امیدوارم که شما می توانید از آن لذت ببرید، اما اگر نه، آن را بدترین دشمن خود را به من بدهید. من می ترسم که پول من مرگ به ارمغان می آورد با
آن. "
"من نمی فهمیدم چه منظور او، و هیچ چیز برای اتفاق افتاد چند هفته است، بنابراین من نمی پا تا نگران.
اما عموی من بسیار نگران بود. او در اتاق خود در آنجا ماند بیشتر از زمان، و نوشید تر از قبل. او
همیشه با دقت قفل شده است تمام درها. سپس یک شب او بسیار به شدت نوشید و شدید از فرار
از خانه، و در صبح ما در بر داشت او را در رودخانه مرده است. پلیس گفت که او خودش را کشته، اما من می دانستم که او
ترس به مرگ بود، بنابراین من فکر نمی کنم که درست بود. "
هولمز مرد جوان برای یک دقیقه متوقف شد. 'به من بگو.' او گفت. 'چه زمانی عموی خود را دریافت کنید نامه ای از
هند، و هنگامی که آیا او مرد؟ '
'در این نامه وارد در 1883 مارس 10، و او هفت هفته بعد درگذشت،' پاسخ جان Openshaw.
"با تشکر از شما. ادامه لطفا، 'گفت هولمز.
"پس از مرگ عموی من، پدر من نقل مکان کرد به خانه. البته من از او پرسیدم به دقت نگاه کنید در
اتاق قفل شده است، اما ما هر چیزی مهم را پیدا کند. "