😄 The Last Lesson 😄
( 🖋 by Alphonse Daudet )
Ye kahani ek chhote ladke Franz dwara sunaee gai hai, jise French bhaasha seekhne se nafrat thi aur vo apne teacher M. Hamel ki daat se bohot darta tha. Ek din, vo bahut der se school ke lie nikla aur townhall se guzarte samay usne bulletin road ke samne bheed dekhi (jahaan se pichle do saalon se sabhi buri khabrein aa rahi thi jaise ki hari hue ladai, drafts aur commanding officer ke orders) usne socha ke ab konsi khabar aayi hogi, lekin wo waha chala gya kyunki wo school ke liye late ho rha tha.
Jab vo school pahuncha to Sunday ki subah jaisa shaant sannaata tha, ek badi halachal ke bajaay jaise ki desk ke khulne aur band hone ki awaz, ek awaz mein repeat kiye gae lessons aur desk par teachers ke dandon ka shor nahi tha.
Franz ne class mein enter kiya aur M. Hamel ne uske saath bahut acha vyavahaar kiya. phir usne dekha ki M. Hamel ne to apna sundar green coat, apne jhaalaradaar shirt aur choti kali silk ki hat pehni thi, jisse wo inspection aur prize days ke alawa kabhi nahi pehnte the.
Hamesha khali rehne vali last benches par gaon ke logon ko chup chaap baithe dekhakar vo bhi hairaan rah gaya. Teen corner vali cap ke saath purane hausar the, former mayor aur former post master bhi the.
Achanak usse ek jhatka laga, jab M. Hamel ne kaha ki - "Mere bachon, ye akhree class hai, jo main tumhe aaj doonga" Berlin se ek order aaya hai jisme Alsace aur Lorraine schools mein sirf German padhaane ke lie kaha gaya hai. Phir, Franz ko jo books kuch samay pehle itne boring lagti thi, aur bag mein usse le jaana itna bhari lagta tha, ab vo haar nahin maan sakta tha. M. Hamel ki last lesson ne Franz ko ve bhula diya ki vo kitne strict teacher hai aur unke ruler so vo kitna darta tha.
Uss din, M. Haimel ke paas nayi copies thi jisme bohot sundar writing me likha tha - France, Alsace, France, Alsace. Keval ek hee awaz jo vo sun sakta tha, vo thi paper par pens ki chalne ki awaz.
Phir achank, church ki clock mein 12 baje aur drill se laut rahe Prussians ki trupmets ki awaz humari windows ke neeche bajne lage. phir, M. Hamel ne ek chalk ka tukda liya aur vo blackboard ki or mude aur jitna bada ho sakta, utna bada likhne lage - "Vive La France!"
M. Hamel phir ruk gaye aur deevar pe apna sir jhuka liya, aur apane haath se ishaara kiya - "School khatam hua - aap sab jaa sakte hain".