The door of our wooden house was two wings in Kastamonu. Someone…


Bizim ahşap evimizin kapısı Kastamonuda iki kanatlıydı. Biri hep kapalı du…

The door of our wooden house was two wings in Kastamonu. Someone always stood closed, beating the iron behind the wings. Night would be closed from the glory of darkness, one wing. The wooden door was unpainted, so I trusted him. Fifty-three years. I am in third. Malenkof when I was about to fight! I shouted … www.muhteva.co I / …


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