Your wonderful Christmas gift to my daughter,
Lan Anh came this morning. She is wholly
captivated with her beautiful doll and I am sure
would thank you for it if she could talk.
Let me thank you for your kindness in
remembering her.
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Bài 6 - Letters of thanks
(Thư cảm ơn)-phần2
Thank You Letter for a Gift to a child (Bức thư cảm ơn vì món
quà được gửi đến cho con)
88 Pho Hue St.,
Hai Ba Trung
Dist., Hanoi,
December 31, 2009.
My dear Mr. Viet Phuong,
Your wonderful Christmas gift to my daughter,
Lan Anh came this morning. She is wholly
captivated with her beautiful doll and I am sure
would thank you for it if she could talk.
Let me thank you for your kindness in
remembering her.
Cordially yours,
Tran Thi Thanh Hang,
Hoặc:
43 Van Mieu St. ,
Dong Da Dist.,
Hanoi
July 15, 2009.
My dear Mrs. Bao Hoa,
I appreciate very much the exquisite flowers
which you so kindly sent to Le Anh. She is rapidly
improving and will soon be about again.
We send our warmest thanks.
Very sincerely yours,
Tran Duc Quan.
Thank You Letter for a Favor (Thư cảm ơn vì được giúp đỡ)
125B Lo Duc St.,
Hai Ba Trung
Dist., Hanoi
November 25, 2009.
My dear Mrs. Ngan Cuc,
You were very kind indeed in entertaining my
cousin, Mrs. Ngoc Mai, during her stay in your
city. I am exceedingly grateful and I hope to find
some way of reciprocating.
Very sincerely yours,
Tran Kim Lien.
Sau đây bài giảng sẽ giới thiệu cho các bạn những bức thư cảm
ơn hay và thú vị từ của nhân vật khác nhau.
Trước hết, bức thư đầu tiên mà chúng tôi muốn giới thiệu là bức
thư của George Meredith gửi tới quí bà Granby, thông báo đã
nhận được bản sao bức chân dung bà vẽ quí bà Marjorie
Manners.
Các bạn hãy quan sát bức thư dưới đây:
Box Hill, Dorking,
Dec. 26, 1899.
Dear Lady Granby:
It is a noble gift, and bears the charms to make it
a constant pleasure with me. I could have wished
for the full face of your daughter, giving eyes and
the wild sweep of hair, as of a rivule issuing from
under low eaves of the woods--so I remember
her. You have doubtless other sketches of a maid
predestined to be heroine. I could take her for
one. All the women and children are heaven's
own, and human still, and individual too.
Behold me, your most grateful,
George Meredith.
Bức thư cảm ơn trên được trích từ "Letters of George Meredith."
Bản quyền tác giả, 1912, bởi Chas. Scribner's Sons.
Bức thư thứ hai chúng tôi muốn đưa ra là bức thư cảm ởn do
Lord Alfred Tennyson viết gửi tới Walt Whitman:
Farringford,
Freshwater, Isle of
Wight,
Jan 15th, 1887.
Dear old man:
I the elder old man have received your Article in
the Critic, and send you in return my thanks and
New Year's greeting on the wings of this east-
wind, which, I trust, is blowing softlier and
warmlier on your good gray head than here,
where it is rocking the elms and ilexes of my Isle
of Wight garden.
Yours always,
Tennyson.
Bức thư trên và bốn bức thư dưới đây đều được trích dẫn từ
"With Walt Whitman in Camden," của Horace Traubel. Bản quyền
tác giả, 1905, 1906, 1912, 1914, bởi Doubleday, Page & Co.
Tiếp theo là bức thư Ellen Terry gửi tới Walt Whitman:
Grand Pacific
Hotel, Chicago,
January 4th, '88.
Honored Sir--and Dear Poet:
I beg you to accept my appreciative thanks for
your great kindness in sending me by Mr. Stoker
the little big book of poems--As a Strong Bird, etc.,
etc.
Since I am not personally known to you I conclude
Mr. Stoker "asked" for me--it was good of him--I
know he loves you very much.
God bless you, dear sir--believe me to be with
much respect
Yours affectionately,
Ellen Terry.
Còn đây là bức thư cảm ơn Moncure Conway gửi tới Walt
Whitman:
Hardwicke Cottage,
Wimbledon Common,
London, S. W.,
Sept. 10, '67.
My dear friend:
It gave me much pleasure to hear from you; now I
am quite full of gratitude for the photograph--a
grand one--the present of all others desirable to
me. The copy suitable for an edition here should
we be able to reach to that I have and shall keep
carefully.
When it is achieved it will probably be the result
and fruit of more reviewing and discussion. I shall
keep my eyes wide open; and the volume with
O'C.'s introduction shall come out just as it is: I am
not sure but that it will in the end have to be done
at our own expense--which I believe would be
repaid.
It is the kind of book that if it can once get out here
will sell. The English groan for something better
than the perpetual réchauffé of their literature. I
have not been in London for some little time and
have not yet had time to consult others about the
matter. I shall be able to write you more
satisfactorily a little later. I hear that you have
written something in The Galaxy.
Pray tell O'Connor I shall look to him to send me
such things. I can't take all American magazines;
but if you intend to write for The Galaxy regularly I
shall take that. With much friendship for you and
O'Connor and his wife, I am yours,
Moncure Conway.
Bức thư cảm ơn John Addington Symonds viết cho Walt Whitman
có nội dung như sau:
Clifton Hill House,
Bristol,
July 12, 1877.
Dear Mr. Whitman:
I was away from England when your welcome
volumes reached me, and since my return (during
the last six weeks) I have been very ill with an
attack of hemorrhage from the lung--brought on
while I was riding a
pulling horse at a time when I was weak from cold.
This must account for my delay in writing to thank
you for them and to express the great pleasure
which your inscription in two of the volumes has
given me.
I intend to put into my envelope a letter to you with
some verses from one of your great admirers in
England. It is my nephew--the second son of my
sister. I gave him a copy of Leaves of Grass in
1874, and he knows a
great portion of it now by heart. Though still so
young, he has developed a considerable faculty
for writing and is an enthusiastic student of
literature as well as a frank vigorous lively young
fellow. I thought you might like to see how some of
the youth of England is being drawn towards you.
Believe me always sincerely and affectionately
yours.
J. A. Symonds.
Bức thư sau đây là thư Edward Everett Hale gửi tới Lyman
Abbott:
Jan. 29, 1900, Roxbury, Monday morning.
Dear Dr. Abbott:
I shall stay at home this morning--so I shall not
see you.
All the same I want to thank you again for the four
sermons: and to say that I am sure they will work
lasting good for the congregation.
More than this. I think you ought to think that such
an opportunity to go from church to church and
city to city--gives you a certain opportunity and
honour--which even in Plymouth Pulpit a man
does not have--and to
congregations such a turning over the new leaf
means a great deal.
Did you ever deliver the Lectures on Preaching at
New Haven?
With Love always, Always yours,
E. E. Hale.
Bức thư trên được trích dẫn từ phần "Silhouettes of My
Contemporaries," của Lyman Abbott. Bản quyền tác giả, 1921, do
Doubleday, Page &
Co.
Còn dưới đây là bức thư cảm ơn Friedrich Nietzsche gửi tới Karl
Fuchs:
Sils-Maria, Oberengadine, Switzerland, June 30,
1888.
My dear Friend:
How strange! How strange! As soon as I was able
to transfer myself to a cooler clime (for in Turin
the thermometer stood at 31 day after day) I
intended to write you a nice letter of thanks. A
pious intention, wasn't it? But who could have
guessed that I was not only going back to a cooler
clime, but into the most ghastly weather, weather
that threatened to shatter my health!
Winter and summer in senseless alternation;
twenty-six avalanches in the thaw; and now we
have just had eight days of rain with the sky
almost always grey--this is enough to account for
my profound nervous exhaustion, together with
the return of my old ailments.
I don't think I can ever remember having had
worse weather, and this in my Sils-Maria, whither
I always fly in order to escape bad weather. Is it to
be wondered at that even the parson here is
acquiring the habit of swearing?
From time to time in conversation his speech
halts, and then he always swallows a curse. A few
days ago, just as he was coming out of the snow-
covered church, he thrashed his dog and
exclaimed: "The confounded cur spoiled the
whole of my sermon!"...
Yours in gratitude and devotion,
Nietzsche.