Yapı Kredi Yayınları The Rose Season Is Füruzan-YKY Months Away.

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Number of pages: 88 size: 13.5 x 21 cm reprint: 36. Print / 03.2023 “as our soldiers passed by, all of izmir was hanging out of the windows, crying, sobbing. The dust it concentrated the heat more, it was all over the place. I had started crying with the suspicion that things would never be the same. The first man who kissed me was dead.”is love the essence of life? What can it dominate

what can it stand against? How long can it last?.. I was born in izmir. We are the nobility of the ottoman time. My father gave up the appellation that bears his name, indicating his gratitude afterwards. When the republic brought equality to people, our family was called dürrüoğlu. Of course, this is something that happens on our plain population paper. Nevertheless, for those who know and hear, we are in dürüzade. This one has not and will not change. Yes a section of our land that was once visible has been sold. For my father, who started a business and opened stores, there were no people laughing and saying that he was satisfied with being a grocer. "they were jealous," said my late mother, ms. perran hanımefendi. As soon as the republic was established, they were jealous of my father, my daughter, because he didn't stay as the man who supervises our farms on noble horses, wandering around with his bell-bottomed trousers and halis glase boots, looking for new jobs with his abilities. My father had opened one store in izmir and two in istanbul in the years i could remember. It had come to the point where it would work with europe. A new state needed new customs, new goods. Was my dad the guy who wouldn't get it? He was thrown away and he succeeded... my mother and i visited his store in izmir one day. We had let out of the car inside. He said, 'come on,' and we got off and walked. The hat was now common to the good. The distinguished ladies were having their hats brought from marsel in istanbul, from madam nina at the flower market. My mother found a flared, bright-colored fedora suitable for me. I was still a young girl and they promised sermet vasıf beyle that day, my heart was crying blood. Because the one i loved was dead on the front. Otherwise, the renunciation, the breaking of my heart's bond was not from my side. If rüştü şahin had lived, it definitely wouldn't have happened. My refuge, my first love, had taken war from me. My father greeted us with a sweet attitude that we were not used to. Although his behavior could not be called harsh, i, and i think my mother, would not hesitate to tell him about our troubles and our pain. He had such a distance from us that he had prepared in advance. Perhaps that was always reinforcing our stand. I shouldn't speak for my mother, ms. perran, as they were husband and wife. And i am one who has learned and tried what makes a husband over the years. Yes, sorrows are virtues acquired by being burdened, not joining anyone's sorrows.

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