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It was September, schools were opening again, it was one of the months when life in Eskişehir became more active. Students took buses from different cities and came to this university city, where their jobs had taken over. Some students went to the artificial sea in Eskişehir and tried to tan with their planes after the sun, while some of them were fasting at noon to escape the heat. However, in the evenings, the boulevards were just like that. It was so crowded that the loud sound of another city reminded them that while Necip was walking around Analar Boulevard with his friend Cennet, familiar faces were coming, small faces of familiar families, young people were going to the theater or cinema and they were enjoying the nightlife in this student city. They were holding hands and heading home. Suddenly, Necip, a young Tatar Red that I had seen for the first time, started talking. By chance, in the shuttle bus he got on while he was on his way to work at an ordinary school in Eskişehir's Yer district, the short-haired fake blonde Tatar girl sitting next to him was taking a computer class, and from there along the way, she was talking to the school principal. The man said, I told him why he shouldn't come to school in a skirt, and he kept telling him about it. It was a Tatar girl. What caught my attention was the girl's small brown eyes, which looked at every object, including people, as if they were objects, with a strange openness and clarity. And her eyes were small with Tatar lines. * and understand widely and became a big brother, this is mandatory as it leaves enough room to kiss as it should be. Erdoğan said I love the nostril, but it is tired of working, which indicates human efforts. That's why he didn't have a mood that invited to kiss at all. They never talked to each other at the beginning of the journey There was an argument going on on one side of the place where they were sitting on the edge of the window with all their attention. At the tables in the cafe, chatting, joking and looking at each other, I'm sick, eventually turned into relationships. In the end, when one of the two girls was exposed to the rain of insults from the other couple, even though she was not very beautiful, her boyfriend Her friend did not even give the slightest support. She was uncomfortable. Each new She was enthusiastically joining in the laughter of the others in the attack. Soon, the laughter also spread to other people. Ziraat dressed up and took over the joy of Cakir sitting next to the boys. The other girls also started to abuse the humiliated and the joy they felt for a rival to be harmed. Their rude voices echoed inside her with the smoke and fear of people in the cafe, and she suddenly became silent. I reach the table outside, the girls' eyes showed pity, only you, and anger at being exposed to such a situation. One of them was able to record in this video. I hugged you a little more, but none of them are as impressed as your values. He was observing, but now it was not too intense, he was not taking sides, he was telling the truth, it was clearly visible. In the end, it seemed that I had no more to pay, he slowly stood up, out of his system, and we wanted to calmly intervene or order them to stop. For example, he extended one hand towards the arguing young people, but at the same time, he became aware of the spontaneous movement. Zerrin held herself back and her face became hot. Zerrin looked a little helpless in this state. While she was standing there like that, she encountered the girl's eyes who had started to cry with her feelings of helplessness and abandonment. My daughter's cheeks were obviously red. Tears were rolling down her hand. Her lips were uncontrollably sad. The long and long time between them and Zerrin was sad. At the end of the strange look, the expression of that crying face changed, as if one of the eyes of the skin was a help, the other was not a caress, but a support, something lucky or something that created and relieved her loneliness seemed to be teleported. The change in the expression on the girl's face could be clearly seen at the table. Because I was sitting almost right across the table, a thank you, a surprised expression, a thoughtful expression, in response to the noise and the noise of the people next to her. I didn't even notice that the couples at his table got up to leave and your own mother took her worn-out top hat from the obstacle. At that moment, the man nudged the girl with someone and asked her to hurry up. The girl shook her head and said a few things with the Eskişehir perception. Even though what he said was not obvious from the outside, his behavior was clear. The disdain was obvious. He looked at her looking surprisingly serious and shaken among the other women who admired the rose dressed like the skills of the girls at their table, dressed in shawls. Then they saw that the girl came out of her head and walked towards their table. But at that moment, something unexpected happened, the girl stood next to Zerrin and said something. He searched his lips as if he wanted to say something, and suddenly, with a movement from his natural and attractive permeability period, he suddenly extended himself to her particle. Zerrin held the hands that focused on her, and said something somewhere on her bed, with an amusing expression of surprise.Everyone laughed at this little game. I actually made jokes about Zerrin's success. They actually teased her a lot. She also became very quiet. One of the ladies misunderstood the serious expression on her face and made the following comment. Yes, it is a very unexpected and troubling friendship. This creature may meet you again on the street somewhere else and be very quiet. If he tries to greet you sincerely, if there are people with you, he may surprise them and spoil your beautiful day. They will be in a rush saying that there is no need to be afraid of such a thing. Let's bet Necip Erdoğan, even if he were to come across you today, he would pass by without saying hello and attracting your attention. If we were in another country, he would be in trouble. His gratitude would haunt us, but it is not a nice thank you to give such relief to a daughter of an old culture that has penetrated all layers of the people over time and has become almost no Güleser, but I would be glad to see her again. What first caused me to feel so horrified was the sight of these girls being equally disregarded by men and their own sex, as if they were living in a hostile country. Never before had I seen such charged contempt as I saw on the faces of those men, nor had I ever seen the sudden emotion read in the looks of the other girls. Unfortunately, girls from Turkey are always humiliated, despised, subjected to violence and even killed, and unfortunately, women do not support women, the support comes from men with a high level of culture, conscious and brave men who do not engage in sexual intercourse against femicide in our country. It happens that women are killed and in the face of this painful situation, someone said that we have to overcome this with education. This is true. Sometimes they are really grateful for something like this. I also lived for an hour, didn't you? Zerrin's light brown eyes turned to the young man with great knowledge, he fully devoted himself to the subject. Why not? Because I assume that girls like this will approach all men with distrust. Aren't they right to think that men expect much more from them than trust? Necip Erdoğan thought, Wow, and looked at Zerrin more carefully, with such unique issues and a man he doesn't know, here in Eskişehir, in the middle of the night. The degree of comfort she showed while talking in this street cafe was striking, with an expression on her face as if they were talking about rare breeds. Playful student girls, young men, night cafes and love adventures were really like rare breeds for her at this time. At the same time, I think this assumption does not overshadow her confidence in men. Because A man can expect something from them as a woman, as well as being impressed by them as a human being. They find it too harsh. Otherwise, their pride would be examined and their self-confidence would not increase. He answered Zerrin's question. While saying these, he looked around to see if he could hear the conversations of small groups who were already busy on other topics. He leaned a little more towards Zerrin in order to continue with a louder voice. He leaned towards Zerrin in the same way. They were both closed on the table, only Zerrin was looking towards the wall, not at the man. Suddenly she turned and looked at the man and touched her thin lips to the man's thick lips. These were good kisses. Then they continued with their heads glued to the table and They continued to sit in the cafe with their lips touching and their hands holding each other. This situation changed when the waitress came and asked "What would you like?" "Perhaps the dish is not as surprising as it seems to you," he continued. Because what was just mentioned was something these girls are very accustomed to. It was a form of communication. Without even realizing it, emotional upheavals in friendships, gratitude, or I will love everything, including those who are heartbreaking. And everything they can't express in a ball. It was such a habitual and ordinary way of speaking that they used to express. It became their style. The informal closeness with which they said these things and the It was as if he had created it from others along with himself and it didn't bother the girl. The girl bowed her head and seemed to be lost in thought. After a short silence, she asked excitedly. So you want to say that these girls, mostly their cucumber friends, have feelings for boys and they only express these feelings, let's say, Wrong? I have a hard time imagining it. Actually, because even though this is not the one they are most comfortable using to express everything, still, all people use it completely differently for different objects, right? You know, from my perspective, I believe that a very similar observation can be made among us. Our girls are completely in touch with the men around them, completely away from lust. They are so used to using a form of communication that they have no Is that what you are saying? From my perspective, a very similar longing can be made between us. Moreover, our girls are so accustomed to using a completely common form of communication with the men around them, completely conservative lust, that they express with this language things that are not meant in an abstract sense. As they claim that they share nothing but mental and state and spiritual closeness while thinking of nothing but possessing her. However, for a little girl, the human closeness of a man is something that will never happen in a rare sense. For the women around us, this hold means that a woman does not care and lives for herself. Necip We had just finished Erdoğan's speech. Unfortunately, the group started to get up. Chairs, flowers, everyone was talking at the same time. While everyone was talking at the same time, one of the girls grabbed Zerrin's arm and prevented her from answering. They went out, participating in a feature that was not interesting because everyone was involved. Necip Erdoğan still continued walking on the streets with them in the night. Then they went to a restaurant that was open 24 hours a day and drank soup. While they were still aching, they watched with the others from the wide windows of the restaurant the images of the entrance of the products resembling a magnificent painting. Meanwhile, they learned something about the life of a Tatar girl who knew the family of Veri, at least as it seemed from the outside. It was as if the girl was only in this world. There were brothers. Is this the reason for the genderless atmosphere of their works? Or is this extremely pure behavior a front that teaches a life? The girl must have known a lot about the world and people. The environment they belong to is well protected. Much more than she knows from the skies. Thoughts to Recep Erdoğan. And her gaze was constantly wandering towards his hand, which she suspected was teasing herself so cleverly and successfully. Behind that outfit, which was almost striking among the other girls' toilets, a complete lightness was forbidden, or else this open, bright face was hiding something sensual, as only a fool would be deceived. During their first meeting, she poisoned him. They spent the night in his room but in different beds. In the morning, after breakfast, Zerrin put on her miniskirt, but she was not wearing underwear. She sat on the sofa opposite the repairman and spread her legs. Her peasant genitals were visible from under the skirt. The hairs on both the upper and lower parts were a little darker red. He had a very small quilt. Maybe it was because he was a Tatar. Because his hands were also small and his eyes were his own imagination playing tricks on him. Or are they always calling the Fires that mysteriously give themselves away even though you want to look so chaste? A young man wrapped in flowers that creates a strange lair. Do I remember the primacy of the spirituality of the figure of the period? In every way, something exciting radiates from him, reaches Necip Erdoğan, and although he finds it repulsive to every girl who was a know-it-all who was studying at a university at that time, it creates a strong impression on me there. Yes, Necip Erdoğan says that when he is poisoned, his seriousness is only apparent. He accepted it as a proof. While leaving the restaurant, someone suggested that they should go to the street of headlights for a long night of entertainment, but the suggestion was always followed by news from the beginning. Moreover, there was no car in sight. In the end, it was decided that he would walk to the houses and know that each of the gentlemen will consume each of the ladies and me. Again, of course, from the beginning. All they will do now is Gunes Sabahci, feeling saddened by you. He started to turn red in the streets of Eskisehir, created by his reputation. He stopped in the middle of the street shouting, "This is amazing." But then he immediately continued his words with a very ordinary request. "If only I had a cup of coffee, then when I get home, right now." If you don't have to go to bed, I'll save you there. Nothing, you don't look tired, on the contrary, you're perfectly at home. I looked at the girl. Recep Erdoğan. Tatar girls don't sleep at night. I guess not sleeping one night won't force you. Obviously, he nodded to my poison. He said, "I'm used to it." I prefer to sit in front of books at night. The last book I read was Gazi and Fikriye. She was talking about Ataturk and her great love in a book called "Hearing a Young Girl say such a thing sounds crazy to the ears," said Necip Erdoğan.