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Copied from an Abandoned Notebook Sometimes I think of my past, which passed in the grief and suffering of an unsuccessful artist, in an illogical and vagrant rebellion of passions. This is an incomplete and disconnected novel, an abyss whose […]
January 1st, 320 [1905] Oh, how cold it was this morning. When I left the warmth of my bed, as I put my bare feet into the cold slippers that had absorbed all the coldness of the night that passed
October 3rd, Kuşadası There is such an old and intimate connection between gymnastics and my life that it extends back to my earliest memories. When I was small, when I was still a nine-year-old child, we were living in Kuşdili.
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This violet was very small three weeks ago. Among the tiny leaves that enveloped it, it was hiding with a coquettish self-satisfaction, even afraid of my gaze of admiration. But I had seen it in my lovely garden and appreciated
For three days there has been such an excitement of desire within me that I couldn’t interpret it or its cause at all. I couldn’t succeed in calming my nerves. Finally—even though I knew well the sorrow and grief that
The Şirket-i Hayriye steamboat was gliding forward, sliding through an open, moving breast of water. Within the steady harmony of the wheels, a small melody would sometimes spread through the comforting breast of the spirit trembling in the silence, and
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One evening I’m at my sister’s house. Outside, the frosted windows trembling with the screams unleashed by the snowstorm seemed to be sweating from the warmth of the heated room… At one point my sister, probably for some task, went
One day… it was a rainy, gloomy winter day. With a mental disarray born of boredom, I was leafing through my books, looking at the endings of the books I picked up with tired eyes, or at the pages I
After Aunt Julie finished her tea, she leaned against the armchair by her window and became absorbed in the gentle, endless dance of the snow falling outside. On this newly begun winter day, there was a weariness that troubled her
You know, my namesake, even though these villagers complained about us, saying we stole chickens and kids, they still loved us. They collected nearly a kile of wheat among themselves and gave it to Atmaca. And the miller added two
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