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?


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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)

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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".

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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.

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In this case, the exemplary father's suggestion does not change: To feel the greatest pleasure, be one of the great helpers of people, then die to receive the reward of pleasure. Where do we see this clearly? From the self-confidence of older siblings who command their younger siblings to say, "Run and get me a glass of water" as if they are the ones who know everything. It's misplaced self-confidence, but it's in place. Older children are also injured in train accidents, but little ones are luckier in the soft parental arms.
It does not matter whether the conversation is with someone outside or whether it is a daytime delirium, if the source is a solid example, it is guaranteed in terms of productivity: health efficiency, consciousness efficiency, happiness and long-term efficiency. These listed - in a sense - building blocks of prayer, parents, require an exemplary personality in order to be considered a parent. If someone says that he lived the most important part of his childhood during the World War, not to mention the fear of death, or at least the fear of suffering, and that he developed a philosophy of life based on a single principle that does not fit into the experiences of his young age, and if the other person asks for that principle to be explained, of course, he should be ready to hear vital words... Also, the speech vernier:
-What did your principle foresee?
-In short, the truth that we were born for one purpose: to die without committing suicide and without suffering.
-Where were you when you put these into words?
-In the living room of our house, of course.
(The house is two-storey, its roof protrusions are not dangerous at all, its cylindrical structure with pedestals consists of cone-cut gutters, or rather baroque excesses, designed to be suitable for rainwater. At the back of the building, there is a wire fence drawn to protect the space that is not considered a garden, and a stone-paved courtyard at the front. area... The size of the windows and the ceiling heights are suitable for the rooms they illuminate. Perhaps due to the westward aspect of the windows, the curtains are cream coloured and the bottom edge embroidery is in tassel style. It exhibits straight, thick silk threads, thicker embroidered spirals, and rhombuses. The inside of the windows is large enough to fit a book or gas lamps to be used in an emergency.)
When there are no more details to talk about, we stop the conversation—even though they know the details haven't come to the fore yet. Even though conversations can be heard far away from our surroundings, a conversation has started and ended.

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If the person in question has a serious mental breakdown, the thoughts, thought fragments and words passing through him/her are limited, or the flow rate of these is so limited that it cannot be felt! However, an opposite concern emerged. Could the conversation that was left unfinished after shouting after a single principled philosopher be brought to a conclusion one way or another? Without being overly shy, he followed up with a slightly uneducated expression:
-Forgive my haste, on what basis did your relations with the opposite sex - with dignified female citizens while maintaining your gentlemanly demeanour - develop... if anything tangible occurred?
-You're welcome, what is there that cannot be forgiven -especially in double-intellectual talk?
It is not known which apology came from the speaking parties. Even if it is heard personally, it still requires additional proof:
-Now is the time to get curious: Is seeking a painless death, provided that one does not commit suicide, and concentrating on the ability to achieve it, explained by the absence of an exemplary father or by the absence of a savior or, let's go back to the stereotypical narrative, a role model?
When it becomes unclear who wants to understand what or from whom the request comes, only fragments of the conversation remain:
-Can we say that 'Only this choice suits a hero of his early youth who was introduced to piety at a young age when his father was inadequate?'
-Absolutely not! Maybe the right word is saviour or parent.
-The protector of the family? How does it protect?
-'The right choice is in parsing. Moreover, its content includes: "Is salvation possible without a family?" It contains the question.
-Family?
- Playing on the wall - there are many walls around anyway - if you look at the shadows and tell me what comes to your mind, we can define it together as my family, the rest is easy.
-First of all, there is a beach, a smooth road parallel to the beach, of course; It is quite wide, perhaps intercity... All of the streets opening to this wide road are very orderly... decorated entrance doors on both sides... some leading to a store, some opening to a hall. Except for one hill, because its dusty highway rises towards the slums of the hill, which is neglected and even jostled. Many children are visiting various corners of this neglected majestic highway day and night, asking for a profession!
-What do you do? Director, screenwriter?
-I am a producer of joy! The house we live in does not belong to us, sir. That's why I wonder how clouds, snow, sun, rain, hot and cold would make me happy from a distance if they were presented on the screen of a device belonging to our own home... I would enjoy it, even be happy.

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- You were saying, 'The highway that climbs a neglected hill and perhaps spirals towards the slums behind it...'
-There is someone there who was pelted with stones, he is a postal worker with something pomegranate red leaking from his bleeding face. What difference does it make whether he is an exemplary father or the protector of a family?
-What difference does it make?
-Undoubtedly in the growing help of the saviour.
-I seem to understand you.
(What is meant to be understood? It is a neighbourhood that can be travelled from one end to the other in a quarter of an hour, no, in half of that time. Of course, when cowboying is played, it grows inwards excessively, because the game goes from corner to corner and appears before the opponent at an unexpected moment, and the sound of shooting - in general, that imitation sound is universal -Removing. During the time you spend with your mother, you hear the sounds of your playmates, but you don't hear them.
It seems that environmental warming did not exist at that time... Because there was no time when there were no white clouds in the sky, the thick sheep settled in the room, the windows painted in khaki colour with a large surface, whose inner space was large enough to reflect all kinds of natural events, with lights and shades.)
-My mother is an example...
-You said he was an exemplary father...?
-Don't worry, my dear, if necessary, I can give examples of exemplary family, exemplary wife, exemplary personality, exemplary businessman, exemplary student and many more to erase your unnecessary sorrows.
-Forgive me if I made any mistakes while examining you. Really, why did you come to this world where you look from afar with the dream of painless death without committing suicide?
-Of course, out of boredom. Boredom drove us all to the edge: imagine that we competed to the death with our own siblings and their sibling reproductive cells, which inhabited the same exemplary mother and exemplary father.
-How to die?
-It is outside the parliament to take your personality as an example and talk about it. Is there any fertilization cell that has survived after losing the race?
-If I am a strange creature that was born while I was unsuccessful in the competition, do not talk to me, sir. In other words, I shouldn't be your audience.
-This is the truth... I will tell you even when you are not around; Essentially, if you wish, don't go, stay. There's no harm in even if you interfere occasionally.

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