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Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once, when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread.

Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety. He groaned and said to his wife, "What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?"

"I'll tell you what, husband," answered the woman, "early tomorrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest. There we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them."

"No, wife," said the man, "I will not do that. How can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest? The wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces."

"Oh! you fool," said she, "then we must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our coffins," and she left him no peace until he consented.

"But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same," said the man.

The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Gretel wept bitter tears, and said to Hansel, "Now all is over with us."

"Be quiet, Gretel," said Hansel, "do not distress yourself, I will soon find a way to help us." And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside.

The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffed the little pocket of his coat with as many as he could get in. Then he went back and said to Gretel, "Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will not forsake us," and he lay down again in his bed.

When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children, saying, "Get up, you sluggards. We are going into the forest to fetch wood." She gave each a little piece of bread, and said, "There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else."

Gretel took the bread under her apron, as Hansel had the pebbles in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest.

When they had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house, and did so again and again. His father said, "Hansel, what are you looking at there and staying behind for? Pay attention, and do not forget how to use your legs."

"Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me."

The wife said, "Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys."

Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road.

When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said, "Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold."

Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said, "Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away."

Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed that their father was near. It was not the axe, however, but a branch which he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes closed with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep.

When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Gretel began to cry and said, "How are we to get out of the forest now?"

But Hansel comforted her and said, "Just wait a little, until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way." And when the full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them the way.

They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once more to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Gretel, she said, "You naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest? We thought you were never coming back at all."

The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone.

Not long afterwards, there was once more great dearth throughout the land, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father:

"Everything is eaten again, we have one half loaf left, and that is the end. The children must go, we will take them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again. There is no other means of saving ourselves."

The man's heart was heavy, and he thought, "It would be better for you to share the last mouthful with your children." The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says a must say b, likewise, and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.

The children, however, were still awake and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hansel again got up, and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little sister, and said, "Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleep quietly, the good God will help us."

Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of their beds. Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground.

"Hansel, why do you stop and look round?" Said the father. "Go on."

"I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me, answered Hansel.

"Fool." Said the woman, "That is not your little pigeon, that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney."

Hansel, however, little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path. The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before.

Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said, "Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little. We are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done, we will come and fetch you away."

When it was noon, Gretel shared her piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell asleep and evening passed, but no one came to the poor children.

They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said, "Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way home again."

When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. Hansel said to Gretel, "We shall soon find the way."

But they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.

It was now three mornings since they had left their father's house. They began to walk again, but they always came deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted. And when they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar.

"We will set to work on that," said Hansel, "and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet."

Hansel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the parlor -

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw

who is nibbling at my little house?"

The children answered -

"The wind, the wind,

the heaven-born wind,"

and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who liked the taste of the roof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretel pushed out the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it.

Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the hills, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands.

The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said, "Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? Do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you."

She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.

The old woman had only pretended to be so kind. She was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and Gretel came into her neighborhood, she laughed with malice, and said mockingly, "I have them, they shall not escape me again."

Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks, she muttered to herself, that will be a dainty mouthful.

Then she seized Hansel with her shrivelled hand, carried him into a little stable, and locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help him. Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried, "Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him."

Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced to do what the wicked witch commanded. And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried, "Hansel, stretch out your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat."

Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it, and thought it was Hansel's finger, and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him.

When four weeks had gone by, and Hansel still remained thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any longer.

"Now, then, Gretel," she cried to the girl, "stir yourself, and bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, to-morrow I will kill him, and cook him."

Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow down her cheeks. "Dear God, do help us," she cried. "If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should at any rate have died together."

"Just keep your noise to yourself," said the old woman, "it won't help you at all."

Early in the morning, Gretel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire.

"We will bake first," said the old woman, "I have already heated the oven, and kneaded the dough." She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. "Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it properly heated, so that we can put the bread in." And once Gretel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too.

But Gretel saw what she had in mind, and said, "I do not know how I am to do it. How do I get in?"

"Silly goose," said the old woman, "the door is big enough. Just look, I can get in myself." And she crept up and thrust her head into the oven.

Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh. Then she began to howl quite horribly, but Gretel ran away, and the godless witch was miserably burnt to death. Gretel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, and cried, "Hansel, we are saved. The old witch is dead."

Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cage when the door is opened. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other. And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they went into the witch's house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels.

"These are far better than pebbles." Said Hansel, and thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in.

And Gretel said, "I, too, will take something home with me," and filled her pinafore full.

"But now we must be off," said Hansel, "that we may get out of the witch's forest."

When they had walked for two hours, they came to a great stretch of water.

"We cannot cross," said Hansel, "I see no foot-plank, and no bridge.

"And there is also no ferry," answered Gretel, "but a white duck is swimming there. If I ask her, she will help us over." Then she cried -

"Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,

Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee.

There's never a plank, or bridge in sight,

take us across on thy back so white."

The duck came to them, and Hansel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him.

"No," replied Gretel, "that will be too heavy for the little duck. She shall take us across, one after the other."

The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father's house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlor, and threw themselves round their father's neck. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest. The woman, however, was dead. Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness.

My tale is done, there runs a mouse, whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.
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Darkness

Nasreddin Hodja, One day the Hodja lost his ring. He searched and searched, but he couldn't find it. Then he got out the house and began to search the ring on the road. People passing by asked him: “Hodja Effendi, what are you doing?” “I've lost my ring at home, and now I'm searching it.”” “Why don't you search it inside?” “The house is too dark. I can't see anything, so I'm searching my ring outside!”
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Will of the Wind - Rüzgarın Hevesi

Will of the Wind
William Brandon

Mrs. Hackett found her in her bedroom crying. She stood in doorway and said seriously, “ I came in to borrow some sugar, Sylvia. The door was open so I just walk in. Now what’s on earth ‘s wrong with you?
Sylvia sat up and dried her eyes. Her skirt was wrinkled and her black hair hung in disorder over her forehead. A pin had come out of her imitation lace collar and it had fallen down to catch in the little red buckle at her waist. She said shakily, “Hello, Mrs. Hackett. Nothing.”
Mrs. Hackett drew down the corners of her mouth. “Nothing, indeed. It’s because of Chip wanting leave here and go to Canton. Isn’t it? Of course it is.”
Sylvia pushed her hair aside out of her eyes. “ I won’t do it,” she said angrily. “I won’t.”
“Mm,” Mrs. Hackett said sourly. “A boy’s will is the wind’s will. ’That’s a poem. It’s the truest thing in the world. It doesn’t do any good to fight against it. Remember that and you’ll have it easier’’
“I won’t do it. I won’t move around to one mill after another all my life, and never have anything, no home, and no-nothing! I won’t!”
“Well it’s his job if he wants to give it up.”
“It isn’t! It’s just as much mine as it is his. I don’t believe in that old idea that a woman’s just a-a slave, to follow a man around whatever he happens to want to do!”
“Oh, you don’t,” Mrs. Hackett said. “And just what can you do about it?”
“Sylvia bowed her head and dried her cheeks with her handkerchief. “I don’t know,” she said.
“Of course you don’t. You’re nothing but a child,” Mrs. Hackett said.” You’ll be twenty years finding out what to do and by that time it’ll be too late to do you any good. Unless there’s somebody around to tell you to begin with. Somebody who knows.”
Sylvia was not impressed. “What could you tell me Mrs. Hackett? What could anyone do? I’ve argued with him until I’m almost crazy but he – doesn’t even listen any more. He’s got his mind set on moving on, to something different that won’t be any different at all, and he’ll want to go again, and—“
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will, “ said Mrs. Hackett, “That’s what the poem says. It’s just as true of a man or an old man, for that matter. The older they get the truer it gets, I guess. Only they give up trying to do anything about it after so long a time.” She pushed up her lower lip and looked down her nose at Sylvia. “Like Mr. Hackett.”
Sylvia looked up, surprised. “You mean Mr. Hackett used to – want to—“
“He was the hardest man to hold down in this town. He got tired of everything, that was his trouble. It’s sort of laziness, that’s all it is. But he stuck here. He stuck, all right.”
“Why?” Sylvia asked. “What did you do?”
“Well,” Mrs. Hackett said, “you can take it for what it’s worth, Sylvia. It worked with Mrs. Hackett, I know that.”
“But what was it?”
“Whenever he got all excited about leaving here and going away some place to look for something he thought was better, I simply gave him his way. I didn’t oppose him in the least.”
Sylvia looked disappointed and confused. “Oh.”
“But,“ Mrs. Hackett said profoundly, “he didn’t know it. ""I always took him on a trip. Just a week or so. And I kept him on the jump every minute of it. I always liked little trips around, anyway. Well, bye the time that man would get home again he’d be so tired of jumping around that he wouldn’t have left for a thousand dollars. "That,“ Mrs. Hackett said, “is something you find about men, Sylvia. They like to start but they like to get back home a whole lot more.”
Sylvia said doubtfully. “It doesn’t seem that Chip would—“
“Maybe he wouldn’t. I’m the last person in the world to try to give other people advice, Sylvia. Nobody wants it and I guess everyone has to live his own life, anyway. But Mr. Hackett says that they’re shutting down the mill for a week, and if Chip was to spend that week in a car traveling along fast from one place to another, without even a chance to catch his breath….Well, a boy’s will is the wind’s will’—the idea of that is that the wind can change in a minute.”
“But what if he wouldn’t want to go?”
“Mm. You tell him you want a little vacation before you move to Canton. If he thinks that you‘ve given in to him about moving to Canton, he’ll take you. You try it and see.”
They went up into Michigan, west to Wisconsin, down through Minnesota and Iowa and St. Louis to Memphis, east to Knoxville and up through Louisville to come to home. They were gone six days. Each day Sylvia arranged it so that they got up very early and were on the highway by daylight and she kept on the job, planning the things to visit at the next stop, until late at night. She called upon Chip to stop often at roadside stands and she filled him with hot dogs, soft drinks and bad coffee. She was surprised and delighted at the dull look that appeared in his eyes on the third day.
Mrs. Hackett came over the day after they returned to bring back the cup of sugar she had borrowed. She said, “Well !” and paused expectantly, holding the cup of sugar in both hands.
“He went back to work today,” Sylvia said. There was a tired note in her voice. “He hasn’t said a thing about going to Canton for several days.”


Rüzgarın Hevesi
William Brandon

Bayan Hackett onu yatak odasında ağlıyorken buldu. Kadın kapı aralığında durdu ve ciddi bir şekilde “Sylvia, biraz şeker ödünç almak için gelmiştim. Kapı açıktı ben de içeri girdim. Şimdi Allah aşkına neyin var yine?”
Sylvia dik oturdu ve gözlerini sildi. Eteği buruşmuştu ve siyah saçları alnının üzerine dağınık şekilde sarkmıştı. Taklit dantele benzeyen yakasından bir iğne dışarı çıkmıştı ve bluzundaki küçük kırmızı kopçayı tutturmak için aşağı doğru uzanıyordu. Sesi titreyerek “Merhaba Bayan Hackett, bir şey yok” dedi.
Bayan Hackett çenesinin kenarlarını ovarak “hiç bir şey yok, gerçekten. Chip’in buradan ayrılıp Canton’a gitmek istemesinden dolayı, değil mi. Elbetteki öyle.”
Sylvia saçlarını gözlerini önünden yanaklarına doğru itti. Sinirli şekilde “Bunu yapmayacağım” dedi . “Yapmayacağım.”
Karamsar bir şekilde “hımm” dedi Bayan Hackett. “’Genç bir erkeğin arzuları rüzğarınki gibidir.’ Bu bir şiirdir. Dünyadaki en doğru şey. Buna karşı savaşmanın hiç bir faydası yoktur. Bunu hatırla ve böylece daha kolay kabulleneceksin”
“Bunu yapmayacağım . Hayatım boyunca bir değirmenden ötekine dolaşmayacağım, ve asla bir şeyin olmayacak, evin olmayacak, hiç bir şeyin olmayacak; bunu yapmayacağım.”
“Bu onun işi isterse bırakabilir.”
“Öyle değil . Onun olduğu kadar benim de işim. Şu eski fikre,- Kadını her istediğini yapmak isteyen bir erkeğin peşinden koşan bir köle gibi gören - fikre inanmıyorum!”
“Ooo , inanmıyor musun?” “Peki, sen onunla ne yapabilirsin?” dedi Bayan Hackett.
Sylvia başını öne eğdi ve yanaklarını mendiliyle kuruladı. “Bilmiyorum” dedi.
“Elbette bilmezsin. Henüz daha bir çocuksun.” dedi Bayan Hackett. “Ne yapacağını öğrenene kadar yirmi yaşına basacaksın ve ve o zaman da kendin için bir şeyler yapmak için çok geç olacak. Tabii etrafında bulunanlardan biri sana nereden başlayacağını söylemediği sürece. Birisi kim bilir.”
Sylvia etkilenmemişti. “Bana ne söyleyebilirsiniz ki , Bayan Hackett? Kim ne yapabilir ki? Onunla deli oluncaya kadar tartıştım fakat beni dinlemedi bile. Gitmeyi kafasına koymuş, sonunda hiç bir farklılık yaratmıyacak farklı bir şeye ve tekrar gitmek isteyecek ve…”
“Genç bir erkeğin arzuları rüzğarın isteğidir” dedi Bayan Hackett. Şiirin söylediği bu. Bu konu genç bir erkek için ne kadar doğruysa yaşlı bir adam için de öyledir. Yaşlandıkça daha doğru olur, tahminimce. Sadece çok uzun bir zaman sonra bu konu hakkında bir şeyler yapmayı bırakırlar.” Alt dudağını yukarı doğru büktü ve burnundan aşağıya Sylvia’ya baktı. “Bay Hackett gibi” dedi.
Sylvia kafasını kaldırdı, şaşırmıştı. “Yani Bay Hackett da gitmek isterdi….?”
“Bu kasabada tutulması en zor adamdı. Onun sıkıntısı herşeyden bıkmasıydı. Bir çeşit tembellikti, hepsi bu kadar. Fakat burada kaldı. Burada kaldı, tamam mı?”
“Niye , ne yaptınız ki?” diye sordu Sylvia.
“Şey, değeri ne ise o kadarıyla alabilirsin, Sylvia. Bay Hackett’ta işe yaradı, bunu biliyorum.”
“Fakat o neydi?”
“Ne zaman burayı terk edip ve daha iyi olduğunu düşündüğü birşeyler bulacağı başka yerlere gitmekle ilgilendiyse; ben açıkça ona yolu gösterdim. Hiç bir şekilde ona engel olmadım.”
Sylvia şaşırmış ve hayal kırıklığına uğramış bir şekilde baktı “Yaa! ” dedi.
“Fakat “ dedi Bayan Hackett “O bunu bilmiyordu."
"Her zaman onu bir geziye çıkardım. Sadece bir hafta veya biraz fazla . Gezinin her dakikasında onu meşgul ettim. Neyse küçük gezilerden her zaman hoşlanmışımdır. Yani , tekrar eve geldiği zaman o etrafta dolaşmaktan çok yorgun düşmüş olurdu ki bin dolar verseydiniz bile tekrar gitmezdi." “Bu” dedi Bayan Hackett “senin erkekler hakkında öğrendiğin bir şey, Sylvia. Onlar başlamaktan hoşlanır ama en sonunda eve dönmekten çok daha fazla hoşlanırlar.”
Sylvia tereddütle “Chip vazgeçecek gibi gözükmüyor”
“Belki vazgeçmeyecek. Dünyada diğer insanlara öğüt verecek son kişiyim, Sylvia . Kimse tavsiye istemez ve bence herkes yine de kendi hayatını yaşamak zorundadır. Fakat Bay Hackett değirmeni bir haftalığına kapatacağını söylüyor, ve eğer Chip bu haftayı bir şehirden diğerine hızlıca, hatta nefes almasına bile fırsat vermeden arabayla yolculuk yaparak geçirirse….. genç bir adamın isteği, rüzğarın isteğidir. Bu rüzğarın bir dakika içinde değişebileceği fikridir.”
“Fakat; ya gitmek istemezse?”
“Hımm, sen ona Canton’a gitmeden önce ufak bir tatile çıkmak istediğini söyle. Eğer senin Canton’a gitme fikri hakkında ona boyun eğdiğini düşünürse, seni tatile götürür. Dene ve gör.”
Michigan’ın kuzeyine, doğuya Winconsin’e, aşağı doğru Minnesota ve Iowa ve St. Louis’den Memphis’e, batıya Knoxville’ne ve eve gelmek için yukarıya Louisville’ye gittiler. Altı günlüğüne gitmişlerdi. Her gün Sylvia geziyi düzenledi dolayısiyle çok erken kalktılar ve gündüzleri otoyoldaydılar ve bir dahaki duracakları yerde neleri ziyaret edeceklerini planlama işini Sylvia gece geç saatlere kadar sürdürdü. Sylvia Chip’ten sık sık yol kenarındaki büfelerde durmasını istedi ve ona sosisli sandöviç , alkolsüz içecekler ve kötü kahve yedirip içirtti. Üçüncü gün Chip’in gözlerinde görünen donuk bakışlara şaşırıp ve sevindi.
Döndüklerinin ertesi günü Bayan Hackett ödünç almış olduğu bir kase şekeri geri vermek için çıka geldi.
“Eee!?!” dedi ve her iki eliyle şeker kabını tutarak umutla bekledi.
“Bugün işe geri döndü” dedi Sylvia. Sesinde yorgun bir ifade vardı. “Bir kaç gündür Canton’a gitmeyle ilgili bir şey söylemedi!”
“Hımmm ! Peki eve geldiğinde ne söyledi ?” diye sordu. “Evin ona hiç bu kadar güzel göründüğünü asla düşünmediğini.” söyledi. Sylvia başını salladı. Mutfak sandalyesinin birine oturdu ve bir an için düşüncelere dalmış gözüktü. “Aynen öyle söyledi!” dedi en sonunda.
“Bir ay boyunca onu sinemaya gitmek için bile evin dışına çıkaramayacaksın. Sana söylemiştim.”Rüzgarın arzuları” işte şiir bu. “ Onların hepsi aynı ,bütün erkekler”. Şeker kasesini mutfak dolabına koydu ve Sylvia’ya baktı. “Ama senin bu konudan çok mutlu göründüğünü söyleyemem. Çok yorgunsun.”
Sylvia çenesini ellerinin üzerine dayadı. İçini çekti ve “Sanırım bu kasabadan bir parça sıkıldım. Sadece dün geri geldiğimizde düşündüm ve bu kasaba çok eski, kirli, sıkıcı, bunaltıcı göründü ve düşündüm de bütün ömrümüzü burada geçireceğiz, yapacak bir şey olmadan sadece aynı eski ….Aman, Sadece düşünüyordum!”
Bayan Hackett geri çekildi ve ciddi bir şekilde Sylvia’ya ya baktı ve “Sadece yorgunsun, Sylvia. Aman Allahım, şu uzun gezi …..”dedi.
Sylvia başını kaldırıp baktı, gözleri parlıyordu. “Fakat ben yorulmadım ki” dedi. Harika bir zaman geçirdim.

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