Tebeşir Yayınları Melekler Parkı

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Trains in ukraine back in those years were not fast.

a machine that stops every fifty miles could go no more than that. He said to himself, 'well, at least we're going'.

it was the last words of natalia said on the territory of ukraine.

sleep him the exhausting fatigue of years, which he felt full at this moment, caught the shahtamar. During these ten hours of sleep, his creator was applying the psychological therapy he had created with magnificent art.

during the hours he slept, he would completely clear his subconscious and upper mind, erasing everything bad.

he would rebuild the adrenaline channels that were missing or even destroyed in his brain.

like other servants of his creator who were stuck, he would help natalia at the moment of her greatest stuck, giving her a brand new life and joy of fresh life.

and god, having created, like other creatures that actually exist, without flaws, he later awakened her, having rearranged the deformed anatomy of natalia after.

both of them couldn't breathe for a moment, they felt like they were going to drown.

jasmine was able to throw herself at the last minute to someone on the bench at the station.

he gave his approval for the hickeys of that moment to cry without a future. Alexander had seen this scene from the newly departed killer train, unfortunately, but he was also overwhelmed by the fact that he had nothing to do.

wagons that were many meters long were too narrow for alexander.

he could not fit in and his spirituality overflowed from the seat he sat in.

he knew that alexander had cried when he was a child, and he knew that he had not cried since. It's as if all the ages accumulated for years have flooded now, flowing into the velvet-covered cushions of the german seats.

the people in the carriage looked at this turk-looking man with pity, and alexander heard their hearts tremble. They had no common ground with this man, who did not know their language, race, country, and there was no need for it. Everyone would cry the same with tears, and the taste of every drop would always be the same, as the gloom brought by the salt from within would always be the same dose.

german, turkish would not matter because longing, separation, love, love, love was a universal language.

if it were a stone, it could not withstand this view, and it could only be accompanied by crying.

took the choir halisi this sighs and even the rails cried as they went.

turkey and germany countries no matter how far away. The phenomenon called love will ultimately reach wherever it finds resonance, even if it ends sadly, this love will be experienced... publication year: 2012language: turkishpublisher: chalk publications

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• Origin: TR