ABBA VITE namely Doctor Solzhenitsof's novel

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Prof. MES Solzhenitsof

SAMPLING FATHER

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-Before thanking you, I would like to tell you a piece of history that I find useful so that you do not mislead your children. However, it is my responsibility to remind you that you should behave cordially and that if you do not like such conversations, you can leave immediately.
The crowded group dispersed immediately because these were honest people, they would not stand in front of you without sincerity. So only one person remained there in all sincerity, "one person remained there in all sincerity" with the disingenuous, insincere platitude that does not inspire confidence. The person waiting for the explanation in the room was a healthy foods expert, an elegant, modest lady who looked like she was preparing to transition from youth to middle age. He was telling her,
-The snow covered the windows of the headman's office near the ground, almost like a cotton curtain. The light of the crescent moon in the sky, which was thick, especially in its blizzard, and which gave the impression that the clusters of houses and building blocks in the background, which we must consider to be brown-painted, were swinging on a swing, were insistently presenting to my mother and me that the walking path was a muddy thin strip covered with a snow wall on both sides.
My mother had obviously taken advantage of our early night walk from visiting friends to our nearby residence as an opportunity for the "model father". Because the qualities he described were shifting from love to power.
The young lady who stayed to listen to him interrupted him in a very mature tone,
-Do you think love and power are compatible?
-You are curious about morality, tradition, and one hundred percent compatible with the free thinking and free belief taught in schools, and how your curiosity might be related to curiosity, believe me, we would not be able to understand it if we both wondered together... According to the latest Rumors, people have been here for seventy thousand years, and they are driven to find something to do with the curiosity they have been taught for seventy thousand years.
-Did you find your job by searching?
-No, work found me.
-If you speak more clearly...
-Sometimes, resourceful types think like “we chose life”. It's wrong... life chose them.
-The seat chose you? Is it lunch?
-No, I'm the chooser here.
-Why did you choose it?
-Why are we talking to you, what is our business purpose here? Avoiding explanations.
-I don't know...
-But I know the reason you want to know, I rose to such a position with that knowledge.
-What is your reason for promotion?
- You already asked "Who chose your job?" I gave you the answer.
-There is a reason you haven't explained.
-Ha! My reason for ascension is that I can be trusted to never reveal that reason that I know…you don't understand that, and I know the reason you don't.
(The young lady does not invite him to "explain why" again, because such an insistence would be enough to force the highest-level manager to do what he should not do and be fired. He swallows hesitantly and holds a mirror-like plate in his hand towards the gentleman. On the extended screen, a cleanly dressed peasant woman, at a diagonal distance from the building, neither far nor near, according to their location, is seen at a mobile market stall, on her right, on her left, and in her front display case, fruits and dried fruits. nuts, woolen gloves and socks, honey with and without honeycomb, various cheeses, sausage, boiled corn that probably keeps its temperature on bottled gas, tarhana soup, noodles and meatballs - it is displaying its local products, smiling just enough to show its missing teeth, proving that the village women were born with a neutral face shape...)
Without neglecting the senior management gestures specific to his high rank, he asks the girl,
-What is he doing there?
-Sir, he is waiting for instructions from you, or rather the possibility of it, thinking that you may be craving local products.
-What can this worker aunt sell me when I don't know about her existence? Their goods will go to waste.
-The goods cannot be considered to belong to him, because he does his job for a salary.
-Put it this way (he is relaxed, he speaks with joy at the level of a grin), my dear friend. (Thinking about the possibilities, he bursts out laughing) Who knows, how many blessings that I don't know about, that have been allocated to me, are displayed around me, far from my ability to evaluate...
-How peaceful you are, sir. Don't the blessings you don't realize upset you?
-Which school did you graduate from? To which product can a person direct any emotion without being aware of it?
-If you excuse me, I have a special question for you; With your permission of course!
-I don't understand why you are hesitating, we are talking informally here.
-Sir, I said "blessing", I think you specifically used the word "product"; I wonder if I'm wrong?


TO BE CONTINUED...

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Prof. MES Solzhenitsof

SAMPLING FATHER

-What's wrong? I don't see anything to be wrong about, to be shy about, or to ask for an explanation.
-Then, with your permission, let me repeat: blessing or product?
-Look, even an exemplary father cannot make this distinction!
-Sir, forgive me if I exceeded my limits...
-Exceeding the limits? Under that weight, where will someone who carries the product-blessing dilemma jump and what limits will he cross?
Risking everything, the girl ran away from the big crowd, saying her last words:
-I now understand, dear sir, how you achieved success with the confidence instilled by Example Baba. What was given to you was actually and always what you deemed yourself worthy to receive!
(It's almost morning. After sending the officer girl away, before going to bed, she sings her famous song, which she made up using Roland's name:

VIOLET IN THE PHOTO

Do not underestimate the plants: if the flower in the picture is not a violet, it rebels against the light they turn, to the flash, to the twilight;
There are no photographs anywhere; which pictures which flower: room
The little one got up to pray in the morning, we are looking at the mountain,
There is not a single spot on the mountain that is open to dispute; related to him
We were considered, his only dignity was the old snow on his back,
Besides, what matters is neither flowers nor plants
This place, this cold little room is warmer;
It is important, my mother and my father used to argue here...

(After the song is finished, he decides to fill the box of purpose in his life. He will buy a second bedspread embroidered with violets that know how to keep secrets, for his expensive velvet-covered bedside bed.)


THE FIRST END OF THE "THE BACK TOMORROW" PARTS OF THE NOVELLA BY ABBA SOLZHENITSOF (NAMELY PROF MES SOLZHENITSOF VIZ. ASSOC PROF DR MUSTAFA ERDOGAN SURAT)

COMING NEXT: THE FULL TEXT

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THE ABBA* SOLZHENITSOF’S NOVELLA (FULL TEXT)
Doctor M. Erdogan Surat MD., Ph. D /Medic-Scientist
• Ankara ÜNİ, Tıp. Fak Dip. no 5481/Sağlık Bak. Tescil: 154552
• Hacet. ÜNİ. Sosyal Bil ENST. 10-V-1993 /205-1189
• YÖK Tez No 26759 (Endüstri, Meslek Hst. Sosy. Değerlend.)

SAMPLING FATHER

Doctors' offices and similar shops have recorded this title as "role model" in their workbooks. Notebooks or files, the staid stationery stores where the establishment buys them are mostly on an east-west boulevard. The colours and shapes we use to describe that magnificent street are both strongly dependent on ostentatious features. For example, in a pastry shop where you live with your father, the ornaments are stretched and stretched away from the food items in the window-almost like crepe paper, when they are pulled and suddenly released, they wave- when viewed from various angles, they are spiral, shellfish-their soul is hidden in their shell - snails of all sizes, irregular sections scissored from the cone, accompanied by plus and minus symbols. crosses, of course lots of crystal light play and polygonal prisms.
Two objections may be raised to all of them now:
-That I didn't go to such a place with my father-I don't even remember going anywhere-one; latter:
-The place in question-slightly incongruously called a shop-is a psychological counselling centre.
-You seem to have a good command of the subject...
-This has nothing to do with the topic-what is our topic-yes, with the mastery of the topic; The guidance interview has already started in that place where there is no assurance of meeting with the title of father or "role model"...
- Well, let me explain: 'When we returned from a business trip with my father - that is, from my little expedition where my father went for his job, and he took me with him for a change-we were not in the mood to start the day again after a joyless evening; Half-shadowed occupations that we cannot talk about, drinking water from the silver-white glasses of the newly purchased jug set, solving the riddle of the newspaper left on the table at dinner, etc. We must have finally gone to bed and slept because the next day started in the morning, like every calendar day.'
-It's hard to listen to you without being surprised. The parts of a life wasted in vain in the presence of an exemplary father cannot be found in the things you describe and, in its content-that term that cannot be underestimated-that is, "role model".

TO BE CONTIUED...

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SAMPLING FATHER
(Continuing from the previous page)

A break from thinking out loud…
The eastern side of the boulevard overlooks ghostly distant buildings that are no less obvious in every direction. Although structural determinations leave the door open to denial, the "model father" business is comprehensive. If it weren't for him-obviously he doesn't exist-what is a person doing on a big street? If the exemplary father was not a cause, that is why he helped our social existence: if he were not, we would be in hell on earth instead of heaven on earth, where there is no good or evil other than busyness.
Was it only his father who was his "role model" with his shopkeeper's accent? While your father's friends, who radiated mental and physical health, joy and confidence with their stylish clothes, took refuge in the passive geometry of an abandoned mill and listened to nature, he did not fear that an attack would come from an aggressive focus. On the contrary, the foundation that furnished it was a trust. In this way, even though good and bad experiences were forced to occur, permanence was always in the permanent paint of the good ones. If you have taken refuge in a castle, is it possible to forget that the sample paint on the wall is petrol green with large yellow spots sprinkled on it?
He was actually standing in front of a medical doctor, looking at the microscope device placed for decorative purposes behind the glass, which would contribute a lot to his career in the future. He made his way to the stone-paved garden of the house where the smell of roasted onions and lamb meat was coming from the kitchen - always close because he was walked frequently.

When you look at the lantern-type lamp on the right or perhaps left of the outer door, there is a hesitation that comes to mind: Considering the "Exemplary Father" and his friends - it is unimaginable if we do not include it - one can live with considerable wealth and the self-confidence of an upper-middle class or bourgeoisie, but in the dark Even if the head of the family cannot defend himself completely, if he is attacked by a street thug, life must be protected, walk and stay in the noise, do not remember the opening melody of a tango. It cannot overshadow his efforts. If the Exemplary Father is a concept, self-confidence is the basis of success. Even if very platonic love remained in the image in societies where some branches of education were appreciated, the young man was made into someone who read books. After all, conversations can be started by an enlightened and acceptable young professional:
-How interesting is Curzio's depiction of an emotion with green spots on yellow...
-I think dirty yellow will suit you!
-I congratulate you on the 'dirt' issue. Betting on them out of the blue left me open to intellectual insults. I understand this from your words: If we ask the leaders of great states what they felt in their last breath, they will talk about the most unique pleasure they have felt in their entire lives.

TO BE CONTINUED....