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 Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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Frederick Algernon Trotville, or Fatty as he is better known, is the leader of the Five Find-Outers. As an only child, he frequently receives huge tips from wealthy relatives, and always has money when he needs it, to the frustration of the others. Fatty loves disguising himself - both to assist in the solving of mysteries, and to play tricks on the others. He is very clever, and usually works out the mysteries before the others, but he is distinctly lacking in modesty.
Lawrence Daykin, known as Larry is the eldest at 13, and was the original leader of the Five Find-Outers, but passed the role willingly to Fatty after the second mystery. Larry is smart, but is often scornful towards the younger members of the group
Margaret Daykin (Daisy) is Larry's younger sister. She is twelve years old, and the practical one in the club. It was her idea to form the club in the first place.
Philip Hilton (Pip) is the same age as Daisy. He seems to be less in control than the others, and is always struggling to have something important to do. His parents are strict, and wish he would put as much effort into his schoolwork as he does into the mysteries
Elizabeth Hilton, (Bets) is Pip's young sister, and the youngest in the group. She is in awe of Fatty, and he is fond of her. She frequently comes across a vital clue in the mysteries, and is the first one to recognise Fatty in his disguises.
Buster is Fatty's little Scottish Terrier, who is fiercely protective of his master. He loves chasing rabbits and snapping at the ankles of Mr. Goon.
Theopholus Goon, the local bobby, is not fond of the Five Find-Outers, as they seem to be cleverer than him. He detests Buster and always seems to get the wrong suspect in the end.
Inspector (then Cheif Inspector, then Superintendent)Jenks is a friend of the children. He is based on a real character from Enid Blyton's home town.
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 Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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Mystery of the Burnt Cottage (1943)
Mystery of the Disappearing Cat (1944)
Mystery of the Secret Room (1945)
Mystery of the Spiteful Letters (1946)
Mystery of the Missing Necklace (1947)
Mystery of the Hidden House (194
Mystery of the Pantomime Cat (1949)
Mystery of the Invisible Thief (1950)
Mystery of the Vanished Prince (1951)
Mystery of the Strange Bundle (1952)
Mystery of Holly Lane (1953)
Mystery of Tally-Ho Cottage (1954)
Mystery of the Missing Man (1956)
Mystery of the Strange Messages (1957)
Mystery of Banshee Towers (1961
أخي فرانكلي
إن لم تخني الذاكرة كان أول لُغز هو لغز (الكوخ المحترق) كما هو الحال هنا في هذه القائمة أعلاه.
وأيضاً على ما أذكر (الرسائل السرية) و (الأمير المخطوف) و (اللص الخفي) وجميعها موجودة في القائمة أعلاه وأتمنى أن تكون أسماً فقط دون أخذ كامل المحتوى وإلا انهار رمز جميل عشقناه إبان طفولتناالبديعةوصار (لوسيفر) ذلك الملاك الذي ضل فهوى.
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: زهير حيدر صديق)
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أخي زهير حيدر صادق
للأسف ليس فقط العنوان وإنّما المحتوي والشخصيات وحتى الرسومات فقط يتم مصرنتها يعني يجعل محمود سالم القصة وكأنها تدور أحداثها في مصر بشخصيات مصرية
أنظر لهذا الرسم الذي يرافق القصة دوماً ولاحظ لمستر قووق أو الشاويش فرقع والكلب زنجر الذي يتلذذ بمشاكسته
ما من شكل بأنّ محمود سالم قام بمصرنة القصص
ولكن هل ما قام به لم يخالف حقوق الكاتبة الإنجليزية الأدبية خاصة وأنه لم ينوه من قريب أو بعيد بمصرنة أعماله من الأصل الإنجليزي؟!!
تحياتي فرانكلي
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: amara)
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| Quote: ونسيت خالهم سامي والشاويش الذى كان لديه عداوة مع كلبهم زمجرة |
لم انسهم بل تركت اسمائهم كما هي بالإنجليزية
الكلب زنجر = باستر Buster
والشاويش فرقع = مستر قوون Theopholus Goon
والمفتش سامي = المفتش جنكس Inspector Jenks
Quote: Buster is Fatty's little Scottish Terrier, who is fiercely protective of his master. He loves chasing rabbits and snapping at the ankles of Mr. Goon.
Theopholus Goon, the local bobby, is not fond of the Five Find-Outers, as they seem to be cleverer than him. He detests Buster and always seems to get the wrong suspect in the end.
Inspector (then Cheif Inspector, then Superintendent)Jenks is a friend of the children. He is based on a real character from Enid Blyton's home town |
تحياتي فرانكلي
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 Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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المكرم فرأنكلي
تحية الود والامنيات ,,,
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ربما لم يزل عندي البعض منها أن اجتهدت في البحث في مخزن بيتنا بالسودان
لغز كلب البحر , لغز الفهود السبعة , لغز جاسوس السويس , لغز مزرعة الرياح , لغز الشبح الاسود
ووووو .......................... ربما أكون من من قرؤا كم هائل من مغامرات المغامرون الخمس وبوقتها كانت الالغاز الاكثر جاذبية حتي من الشياطين 13 والمغامرون الثلاثة وغيرهم
ولكن هل فقط المغامرون الخمس للكاتب محمود سالم هي القصص الماخوذة من مصادر أجنبية !!!!!!!!
في مجله سمير مثلا كنت اتابع يوميات عصام وهو شخصية الاطفال المعروفة في أمريكا دينس لذلك ربما كثير من أدب الاطفال تم تعريبه فقط ولكن لم يقدم شخصيات أو قصص تخلوا من الاقتباس والنقل 100%
ملاحظتك تلك أرجوا أن تتوسع من أدب الطفل وحاول أن تسقطها على برامج التلفزيون , أغنيات الفيديو كليب , صرعات الموضة ............ الخ صدقني في العالم العربي لايوجد أجتهاد في عمل شي بل يكون الاجتهاد في أتقان أقتباس الافكار أعتفاء من سرقتها لنصفق بعفوية لهذا الابداع
ولك خالص ودي ,,,,,
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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أتذكر هذه الروايات والتي بدأت ب :
الكوخ المحترق
الشبح الأسود
الحقيبة السوداء
الثعبان الأعمي
لغز الشاويش فرقع
لغز ورقة الكوتشينة
الضباب الغامض
النجمة الخضراء
تختخ كان يمثل دور الشاب القوي والفتوة والعضلات
أما نوسة فكانت هادئة وتعمل في إطار المجموعة
لوزة كانت العقل المدبر ومساعدة في حل الكثير من الألغاز
أما عاطف فقد أشتهر بتوفير الدعم اللوجستي
ومحب بطل في الكراتيه وينوب عن تختخ في بعض المهام
كانت هناك منافسة حادة بين الشاويش فرقع والمغامرين الخمسة حول حل بعض الألغاز
هذه الروايات لمحمود سالم ، ولكن الادب البوليسي مبني علي الاخذ والعطاء ومتقارب من ناحية الشكل والمضمون ، وعندما قرأنا هذه الروايات لم نكن نأبه لأمر الكاتب وطريقة معالجته للحبكة ، فالمدي العمري للقراء كان أقل من معرفة المؤلف الحقيقي لهذه الروايات ، وربما الآن بسبب إتساع المعرفة ووسائل النشر أصبح من السهل إصطياد المقلدين ، كما فعل الآن الأخ فرانكلي ، ومهما أنتقصنا من قدر الكاتب ، إلا أننا لا نستطيع أن ننكر دوره الكبير في تعميق خيال قرائه من المراهقين في فترة الثمانينات ، وقد خلقت له هذه المجموعة القصصية العديد من المحبين في مختلف نواصي العالم العربي .
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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الأخ كمال
سلام ...
كتبت تلك الألغاز بقلم
محمود سالم
هدى شرقاوي
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لغز الكوخ المحترق
لغز البيت الخفي
لغز العقد المفقود
لغز الشبح الأسود
لغز المنزل رقم 98
لغز الألغاز
لغز الرسائل الغامضة
لغز الأمير المخطوف
لغز القفاز الأحمر
لغز القصر الأخضر
لغز اللص الشبح
لغز اختفاء الخنفس
لغز سرقة البنسيون
لغز الوثائق السرية
لغز الجزيرة المهجورة
لغز الحقيبة السوداء
لغز التسعة
لغز الغابة الملعونة
لغز وادي الذئاب
لغز الرسائل الطائرة
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حوالي 167
نواصل
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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الأخ فرانكلي
أكتشفت هذه الحقيقة بالصدفة عن طريق أحد الأصدقاء في منتصف التسعينات و قمت بعد ذلك بالتأكد من خلال البحث عن الروايات الأصلية. روايات المغامرون الخمسة منقولة بالكامل حيث تم تعريب و تمصير نظيرتها الإنجليزية. أتفق معك 100%.
صحيح أن هذه الروابات البوليسية قد أمتعتنا و وسعت مداركنا و ألهبت خيالنا في سن مبكرة للدرجة التي كنا لا نفصل فيها بين الواقع و الخيال. إلا أنه كان حرياً بالكاتب محمود سالم أن يشير للنصوص الأصلية من باب الأمانة و إحترام الملكية الفكرية و ما كان هذا سينقص من إسهامه في شيئ. ولكن...
الشخصيات الأخرى مثل ميكي و بطوط و عصام و تان تان أصبحت شخصيات معروفة للجميع حيث أجتهد الكثيرون و أبدعوا في تحويرها وفقاً للواقع المحلي دون حاجة للإشارة للشخصيات الأصلية التي باتت معروفة من الأساس.
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: طارق أحمد خالد)
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Oh Frankly,
I feel so betrayed.
تربيت على كتب الالغاز خاصة المغامرون الخمسة ,, وأشعلت كتبهم بداخلى شغف القراءة .. فذلك الحين لم يكن هناك فضائيات او أنترنت ,,كانت كتبهم النافذة الوحيدة تقريبا الى العالم الخارجى. كنت أشعر بالكثير من التحرر(liberation) فى تلك الكتب ,, خاصة حينما أتصور أولادا و بناتا بالكاد فى سن المراهقة يتمتعون بمثل تلك الحرية فى الحركة و التفكير (ربما لذلك كنت الى حد ما أشتم رائحة أجنبية بتلك الكتب رغم صغر سنى و قلة تجربتى) ,, وغالبا ما كنت أقارنهم بحياتى التى كنت أعتبرها رتيبة- وهى كانت كذلك -وغالبا ماهى محصورة بين جدران المنزل.....
نعم ,, الاعتراف بمصدر تلك الاعمال هى من أسس الامانة الفكرية ,, و كما قال الاخرون , لم يكن ليأخذ هذا الاعتراف شيئا من سحر و جاذبية مغامرات المغامرين الخمسة .
أعتقد انه يستحق المحاكمة (أذا ما كان حيا) ..
(عدل بواسطة Outcast on 08-23-2006, 05:57 PM)
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Re: من هو المبتكر الحقيقي ل" المقامرون الخمسة" تختخ ومحب ونوسة وعاطف ولوزة والكلب زنج (Re: Frankly)
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Mystery11 — Mystery of Holly Lane, The - Blyton, Enid
Off to Meet Fatty.
"Bets — don't gobble your porridge like that!" said Mrs. Hilton. "There's no hurry, surely!"
"Well, there is, Mother," said Bets. "I've got to go and meet Fatty's train this morning. Have you forgotten that he's coming home today?"
"But he's not arriving till the middle of the morning, is he?" said her mother. "There's plenty of time. Please don't gobble like that."
"I expect Bets wants to go and lay a red carpet down for Fatty, and get a band to play to welcome him," said her brother Pip, with a grin. "That's what you're in a hurry about, aren't you, Bets? Got to go and round up the band and see that all their instruments are polished!"
"Don't be so silly," said Bets, crossly, and tried to kick him under the table. He dodged his legs out of the way and she kicked her father's ankle instead. He put down his paper and glared.
"Oh, Dad — I'm sorry!" said Bets. "Please I'm very sorry. I meant to kick Pip. You see..."
"Any more of this kind of behaviour at breakfast-time and you can both go out of the room," said Mr. Hilton, and raised his paper again, leaning it against the big milk-jug. There was a dead silence for a minute or two except for the sound of spoons in the porridge bowls.
"Are you both going to meet Fatty?" asked Mrs. Hilton at last.
"Yes," said Bets, glad to have the silence broken. "But I want to go round and collect Buster first Fatty asked me to. That's why I'm in a hurry."
"I suppose you're going to give old Buster a bath, and then dry him, and then brush him, and then tie a red ribbon round his neck," said Pip. "Well, well — that will take half the morning, certainly. Are you going to wear your best dress to meet Fatty, Bets?"
"I think you're horrid this morning," said Bets, almost in tears. "I should have thought you'd be pleased to meet Fatty, too. It's maddening that his school should have broken up after Easter, instead of before, like ours did. It means we'll go back before he does."
Pip stopped teasing Bets. "Yes, it's a silly idea, some schools breaking up before Easter and some after. I'm coming to meet Fatty too, of course, and I'll go and collect Buster with you. I'll even help you to bath him."
"I wasn't going to bath him," said Bets. "You know I wasn't. Pip — do you suppose Fatty will be in disguise — just to have a joke with us?"
"I hope to goodness you are not going to get mixed up in any nonsense again these holidays," said her father, entering suddenly into the conversation again. "I'm getting tired of having that fat policeman, Mr. Goon, round here complaining of this and that. As soon as that boy Frederick appears on the scene something always seems to happen."
"Well, Fatty can't help it," said Bets loyally. "I mean — mysteries keep on happening, Dad, you can't stop them. The papers are full of them."
"There's absolutely need for you to be mixed up in so many," said her father. "That boy Frederick — or Fatty as you so rightly call him — ought not to poke his nose into them. Leave them to the police!"
"Oh, but Fatty's much cleverer than our policeman, Mr. Goon," said Bets. "Anyway, I don't expect there will be time for anything exciting these hols."
Pip changed the subject quickly. He didn't want his father suddenly to forbid him and Bets to have anything to do with any possible new mystery, as he had done once before. He had a kind of feeling that that was what would happen if he didn't hurriedly change the subject!
"Dad — the gardener is still away," he said. "Is there anything you want me to do in the garden, just to help out?"
Mr. Hilton looked pleased. "Ah — I wondered if you were going to suggest giving a bit of help," he said. "Now, you come into my study before I go and I'll give you a list of jobs I'd like done. They'll keep you out of mischief anyway!"
Pip heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't particularly want to do any gardening, but at least he had headed his father off the subject of Mysteries. It would have been dreadful if he had been forbidden to take part in any during the three weeks that were left of the holidays. He gave Bets a frown to make her understand she was not to mention Fatty again.
After breakfast Pip disappeared into the study with his father. He came up to Bets later, as she was making her bed. He looked rather rueful.
"Look at this list! Whew! Dad must think I'm a super-gardener! I'll never do all this."
Bets looked at the list. "Please go and do some now," she said. "You don't want to spend all the afternoon doing it — Fatty might want us to go to tea, or something. I wish I could help you. I'll make your bed and tidy your room, anyway. Will you be ready to start at twenty to eleven, Pip? Fatty's train gets in just before eleven, and I must collect Buster."
Pip heaved a mournful sigh as he looked at his list of jobs once more. "All right. I'll go and start now. Thanks for saying you'll do my bed and tidy up. See you later!"
At twenty to eleven Bets went out into the garden to find Pip. He was just putting a rake away, and looked extremely hot. "Is it time?" he called. "Gosh, I've been working like ten gardeners rolled into one."
"You look as if you're going to burst into flame at any minute," said Bets, with a giggle. "You'd better wash your hands, they're filthy. I'll go on ahead and collect Buster. Don't be long!"
She ran down the drive happily. She was tremendously glad that Fatty was coming back at last. Bets was very fond of him. She thought he must be the cleverest, most ingenious and certainly the kindest boy in the world. The things he could do!
"Those disguises of his! And the way he thinks out things — and the daring things he does!" she thought, as she turned out of the front gate and up the lane. "Oh, I'm glad Fatty's coming back. Things are always dull without him. It's quite true what Dad said — things do begin to happen when Fatty is around!"
Somebody whistled loudly when she got into the main road and she turned quickly. It was Larry, with Daisy, his sister. They waved madly and began to run.
"Are you going to meet Fatty? So are we! Where is Pip? Isn't he coming?"
Bets explained. "I'm on my way to collect Buster," she said. "Pip's just coming. Won't old Buster be pleased to see Fatty? I bet he knows it's the day he's arriving."
"I bet he does," agreed Larry. "He'll be waiting for us, his tongue out, panting to go!"
But oddly enough, Buster was not waiting. Mrs. Trotteville, Fatty's mother, was picking daffodils in the garden when the three children came up. She smiled at them.
"Going to meet Fatty? It will be nice to have him back, won't it?"
"Yes, very," said Larry. "Where's Buster, Mrs. Trotteville? We thought we'd take him along."
"In the kitchen, I think," said Mrs. Trotteville. "I haven't seen him for a little while. He would keep treading all over the daffodils, so I sent him in."
Larry, Daisy and Bets went to the kitchen door and called loudly. "Buster! Hey, BUSTER! Come along, we're going to meet Fatty!"
But no Buster appeared. There was no scamper of short, eager legs, no welcoming volley of barks. The cook came to the door.
"He's not here," she said. "He did come in a minute or two ago, but off he went again. He's probably gone off with the baker's boy. He likes him, goodness knows why. He's a cheeky little monkey, that boy."
"Well — we'll have to go Without Buster," said Larry, disappointed. "How maddening of him to go off just at this time. Fatty will be disappointed."
They set off to the station, joined by a breathless Pip. "Where's Buster? Don't say he's gone off just when we want him! Not at all like Buster!"
They hurried on. "Do you suppose Fatty will play a joke on us and turn up in disguise?" said Bets. "I do hope he doesn't. I just want to see him nice and fat and grinning all over his face."
"We shall be jolly late if we don't hurry," said Larry, looking at his watch. "Look — isn't that the train coming in now — and we're not nearly there. Buck up!"
They bucked up, and arrived at the station just as the train began to pull out again. The passengers had got out and were now walking down the platform. Two or three were waiting with their luggage for a porter.
"Look — there's old Buster!" said Pip, suddenly. "Would you believe it! Sitting under that seat — look — all by himself, watching."
Sure enough, there was the little Scottie, patiently waiting there. "How did he know that Fatty's train was due now?" said Bets, in wonder. "However DID he know! So that's where he ran off to — the station! He was on time too, and we weren't. Clever old Buster!"
"Where's Fatty?" said Daisy, as the crowd of passengers came up to the door where the ticket-collector stood. "I can't see him yet."
"He may be in disguise — just to test us and see how bright we are," said Pip. "Look at every one very carefully — especially people with glasses."
They stood silently behind the collector as every one surged past, giving up tickets. A big, bustling woman — a pair of schoolgirls — a man with a bag — two young soldiers in khaki, each with enormous kit-bags on their shoulders — two men bundled up in thick overcoats, both wearing glasses. Was one Fatty? They were both about his build. One said something in a foreign language as he passed by.
The four children stared after him doubtfully. He could be Fatty. They turned to watch the rest of the passengers, but there was no one who could possibly be Fatty.
At the end came Buster, all alone. Bets patted him, thinking that he looked sad. "So you missed him too, did you?" she said. "Buster, was he one of those bundled-up men?"
There was now no one left on the platform except a porter. "Come on," said Larry, making up his mind. "Fatty must have been one of those men. We'll follow them. We can't have old Fatty tricking us as easily as this!"
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Frankly
nadus2000
Ridhaa
طارق أحمد خالد
Outcast
ابي عزالدين البشري
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست