Question

una historia corta en ingles !!

Answer 1

Once upon a time there was a prince who
wanted to marry a princess; but she would
have to be a real princess. He travelled all
over the world to find one, but nowhere
could he get what he wanted. There were
princesses enough, but it was difficult to
find out whether they were real ones. There
was always something about them that was
not as it should be. So he came home again
and was sad, for he would have liked very
much to have a real princess.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there
was thunder and lightning, and the rain
poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking
was heard at the city gate, and the old king
went to open it.

It was a princess standing out there in front
of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight
the rain and the wind had made her look. The
water ran down from her hair and clothes; it
ran down into the toes of her shoes and out
again at the heels. And yet she said that she
was a real princess.

“Well, we’ll soon find that out,” thought the
old queen. But she said nothing, went into
the bed-room, took all the bedding off the
bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then
she took twenty mattresses and laid them
on the pea, and then twenty eider-down
beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to lie all
night.

In the morning she was asked how she had
slept.

“Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely
closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows
what was in the bed, but I was lying on
something hard, so that I am black and blue
all over my body. It’s horrible!”

Now they knew that she was a real princess
because she had felt the pea right through
the twenty mattresses and the twenty
eider-down beds. Nobody but a real princess
could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his wife, for now
he knew that he had a real princess; and the
pea was put in the museum, where it may
still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story

Answer 2

  I was at school when my teacher came up to me, yet did not want to answer the question he asked me a few minutes ago, I had the right answer, but my companions whispered some behind the teacher. 
We went to the break and the teacher called me into the classroom, obeying his orders, I approached, she asked me some questions of history, which I did not understand, but I made my effort to pass that exam. The teacher asked me very angry book and handed it slowly. I just told her to give me another chance and that the next day I repeated the test, she sighed and looked into my eyes, nodded his head and handed me the notebook.