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Outside, the summer night laden and sweet with all its transparent blue mysteries… Inside, in my solitary and calm room shadowed by the emerald darkness produced by the lamp’s green shade, I… Sometimes the solitary and separation-laden nightingale sounds echoing […]
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Literature, General TopicsTo Ali Canip Bey The calm of convalescence felt after fiery, feverish, violent loves are extinguished under the hot wings of an uninterrupted bond of loyalty that burns and fans, after love’s sweet and destructive excitements, its continuous fevers are
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Literature, General TopicsI was passing by there by chance. The rain was falling with all its force. The mud in the roads was at a level that would reach not just a person’s knees but even their waist. In front of the
Thirty years later: It was a dull and cool autumn night. In the literary hall in the middle of the magnificent garden that resembled a fairy garden far from reality with its massive trees, a conference was being given about
Ahmet Bey Fifty years old Bihter Hanım Twenty-two years old Hamit Bey Twenty-five years old Maid and servant A European-style bedroom – Large closet, console, mirror, etc. – Armchairs – The wall clock indicates one o’clock at night. FIRST SCENE
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Literature, General TopicsCopied from a student’s diary. I wonder why I’m thinking about these things? What is it that makes me repeat these dark, bitter memories this evening?… Here I am in my room. My head hurts a little—more accurately, I drank
The following lines are copied from the diary of a boarding school student still in a French household. Oh, what ugly things… How wretched this life is, this human society, these people, especially these women, how common they are. How
We were in the village… I was so close to the small waterfall that roared with a pure and moderate rush of joy that the invisible particles flying from the falling water were wetting my face like an imaginary rain,
My dear Sermet, I have finally gotten married. A year after my farewell to bachelorhood, in the ornate and strange salon of a strange and unbalanced family life, in an extremely strange and haughty mood, I begin to write you
August 21st, Thessaloniki Yesterday I ran into someone here, a school friend whom I hadn’t seen for five years. This is an incomprehensible, unanalyzable physiognomy, so ambiguous, as ambiguous as it is meaningful, smiling, cheerful… As soon as he saw
