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“It will pass.” “But behave yourself… Don’t serenade everywhere.” I laughed. Sait was introducing me to those gathered. “Muslihiddin Bey, one of the most enlightened of Ottoman intellectuals…” I was greeting them all separately. Anyway, there were only six I […]
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Literature, General Topics, The Complete Stories of Ömer Seyfettin…I was looking for apartment number twenty-five in the row of Tokatlıyan. Louis Durant was leading a very brilliant and genteel life. I also had a passing acquaintance with him from afar. He stopped by Tokatlıyan every evening. His wife
How I love examinations! But don’t misunderstand me. Not taking them, but giving them… Being an examiner is the sweetest of life’s drudgeries. During examination time, my soul changes, my feelings change, my thoughts change. In fact, you won’t believe
Once he made his decision, he slept very comfortably that night. In his dream, the dervish came again. He repeated his question: “O Hasan Bey! A very great calamity will befall you. Should it come in your old age? Or
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Literature, Editor’s Pick, General Topics, Must Read, The Complete Stories of Ömer SeyfettinA fair-haired, dark and simple-faced man—swaying on his white horse like a bewildered bride and looking ahead, followed by new recruits in fours, also looking ahead like their commander and repeating the piece played by the band: Our army has
I would feel it on my own lazy head. And suddenly on my lips would fly the Turkish poet’s verse: “A drop of blood suffices to drown all tyranny and grief, O East! Awake, enough, O East! Awake, enough…” Yes,
I don’t know why, but encountering a face from the past whose affection grows as it becomes more distant made me happy. I was joyful. And with all my strength I was squeezing the warm hand in my hands. He
I was born in Gönen… This town, which I haven’t seen for twenty years, has now become a mirage in my imagination. Many places have been forgotten, like an old, distant dream. I try now to remember the Market Mosque
“What will you do there among the drunkards? Sit here, wait, half an hour, my darling, be brave.” “Ah, if only you’d take your revolver with you…” “I’m not going to war… I’m going to talk, no need!” he said.
Translation from Ottoman Turkish “Strange!” And I thought. Just in front of the railway bridge on the narrow road leading to the bank of the Vardar, we ran into cavalry lieutenant Emin Bey. There were two or three people from
