journy to the center of the earth

1 Late one Sunday afternoon in May I863, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came home early. We lived in a house in the city of Hamburg. He was very excited. Martha, our cook, was worried. Why is Professor Lidenbrock here so early? she cried.... More

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Late one Sunday afternoon in May I863, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock,
came home early.
We lived in a house in the city of Hamburg.
He was very
excited.
Martha, our cook, was worried.
Why is Professor Lidenbrock
here so early? she cried.
His dinner isn t ready yet.

َ‫ػب‬ ٛ٠‫ِب‬ ‫شٙغ‬ ٝ‫ف‬ ‫اٌظٙغ‬ ‫ثؼض‬ ‫ادض‬ َٛ٠ ‫إٌّؼي‬ ‫ٌضٔجغٚن‬ ‫األؿزبط‬ ّٝ‫ػ‬ ً‫صس‬1863‫ِجىغا‬ ْ‫ٚوب‬.
‫ٔؼ١ش‬ ‫وٕب‬
‫٘بِجٛع‬ ‫ِض٠ٕخ‬ ٝ‫ف‬ ‫ِٕؼي‬ ٝ‫ف‬‫ط‬‫فظغسذ‬ ‫لٍمخ‬ ‫وبٔذ‬ ‫ِبعصب‬ ‫ؿجبسزٕب‬ ٓ‫ٌى‬ ‫ؿؼ١ضا‬ ّٝ‫ػ‬ ْ‫،وب‬"‫٠ٛجض‬ ‫ٌّبطا‬
‫؟‬ ‫جضا‬ ‫ِجىغ‬ ‫ٚلذ‬ ٝ‫ف‬ ‫ٕ٘ب‬ ‫االؿزبط‬" "‫ثؼض‬ ‫٠جٙؼ‬ ٌُ ٖ‫ػشبؤ‬ ْ‫ا‬"
I told Martha not to worry and she went back to the kitchen.
I started to go
upstairs to my room, but Uncle Otto s voice stopped me.
Axel, come here! he
shouted.
I entered his room.
My uncle was sitting at his desk.
He was looking
at an old book.
’ Look at this! he exclaimed.
What a fantastic book! It s
more than six hundred years old.
It s wonderful.

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