the silver…skinned beauty lives happily with her husband；

crying　for　hours　on　end　like　a　child。　In　the　end　this　alarms　the　neighbors。　Each

night　as　the　lover　cries　in　agony；　they　are　able　neither　to　beat　him　and　drive

him away nor to fort him。 The Chelebi； as suited a gentleman； learns to

cry inwardly without lashing out or annoying anybody。 But gradually； his

hopeless　grief　works　its　way　into　the　neighborhood；　being　the　sorrow　and

grief　of　all；　the　residents　lose　their　sense　of　well…being；　and　like　the　fountain

which flows mournfully in the square； the Chelebi himself became a font of

sorrow。 Initially； the talk of misery spreads throughout the neighborhood；

being in turn the rumor of ill…fortune and later the certainty of doom。

Some　move　away；　some　experience　a　spate　of　bad　luck　and　some　are　unable　to

practice their craft； because they’ve lost the will to work。 After the

neighborhood　empties　out；　one　day　the　lovelorn　Chelebi　also　moves　away　with

his wife and children； leaving the silver…skinned beauty and her husband all

alone。　This　misfortune；　of　which　they　are　the　focus；　douses　the　flames　of　their

love　and　causes　them　to　drift　apart。　Though　they　live　together　for　the　rest　of

their　lives；　they’re　never　again　able　to　be　happy。

I　was　on　the　verge　of　saying　how　much　I　liked　this　story　because　it　showed

the　pitfulls　of　love　and　women；　when　for　Heaven’s　sake；　I’d　forgotten　that　I’d

lost my capacity to reason。 Since I’m now a woman； I’m going to say

something　else　entirely。　All　right　then；　it’s　something　like　this：

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