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    WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH? Turkish Ayatollah and secret terrorist F. GULEN? NO!
    WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH THEN? HE IS THE PRESIDENT AND CALIPH OF TURKEY SOVIET!
    Turkish Ayatollah and secret terrorist F. GULEN's ex student-The New Ottoman Caliph wins sweeping new powers after general election victory won won sweeping new executive powers on Monday after his victory in elections that also saw his Islamist-rooted BP (The Bleached Party) instead of having not been able to secure a majority in parliament. The New Ottoman Caliph’s main rival, M. INCE of the Republican People’s Party (RPP), conceded defeat but branded the elections unjust and said the presidential system that now takes effect was “very dangerous” because it would lead to one-man rule.
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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III


    The place was about the size of several thousand beds. But even more surprising, although it was hard to say just why, were the corners of it. Through some huge hatches, say HHs, not the only openings in the walls of the parlour wherefrom bright light sun and that of pale moon might come in, no doubt from the yard, and cast a sheen like silky textures on the dress of the lady teachers almost a lot of them lying, for they looked so tired, on soiled sofas or in some tall armchairs far back in the middle right one of the multiple corners. Had some of the lady teachers urchin babies at their breasts. A few children were playing around them, obviously the children of the madams working there as teacher, servant, officer or as the spouse of a janitor although they did look like familiar existences with the vicinity no doubt having got several people suffering from sickness and weariness would make even rustics appear refined. ‘Sit down,’ said one of the people, a bearded, black moustached fellow who kept his mouth ready to say 'sit down' all the time under his moustache, breathing noisily and raising his hand above the side of a table, an earnest sight, he pointed to an armchair, and in doing so splashed water neither hot nor cold but tepid-all over his face. The old man who had let him in was sitting on the chair too, lost in thought although he was glad of the chance to sit down at last no need to remind that no one bothered about him anymore. As for the lady teachers' feature around at one was blonde, lean, young, and the others' generally based on brown from hair to eyes and buxom, when they were singing softly at their work, the men in the corners were exercising TURCO-Islamic terror induced war games stamping their feet crying their bloody parole taught by the secret Islamic Terror Lecturer F.GULEN-Allah The Greatest and turning this way and that, the children were trying to get closer to them in order to imitate their butcher parents, but were always chased away by great jets of waste or rather tepid water which did not spare him either, an old woman- highly likely killed by the murderers under the command of The New Ottoman Caliph/President in the armchair lay as if lifeless, not even looking down at any child at her breast, but gazing vaguely upwards.He-twos or threes in one from the point of existentialism-had probably been watching this unchanging, dully but nice scene for some time, but then he must have fallen asleep, for when a loud voice hailed him he woke with an impulse and found that his head was resting on the shoulder of his. The people had not finished their queer action in the imitation of praying in a huge tub or bathing in a sanctuary so the oldest citizens of the city were now splashing about in it, with the blonde woman watching over them and were standing naked or clothed within the transparent material to say him "welcome!" They were really in front of him, and the bearded man with the loud voice turned out to be the less important of the persons. The other man, no taller than his friend and with a much sparser beard, was a quiet, slow-thinking fellow, sturdy of stature and broad of face, and held his head bent. ‘Mr Love hunter, sir,’ he said, ‘forgive the incivility, but you can’t stay in The Girls' Lyceum’ ‘I didn’t want to stay,’ said he, ‘only to rest for a little while. I feel rested now, and I’ll be on my way.’ ‘You’re probably surprised to find the citizens of the Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum so inhospitable,’ said the man, ‘but hospitality is generally a custom here, believe me, and we do need a lot of visitors.’


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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III (Continuing)

    He-twos or threes in one from the classical point of view based on id, ego, and superego, having lightly been refreshed by a sort of siesta, and listening a little more attentively than before was also glad to hear him speak so frankly. He or the other must have been moving more easily by that time, and yet only one of them placing his walking-stick now here, now there, while having approached the woman in the armchair but that one wasn't him. He himself might physiologically the fairest person in. ‘To be sure,’ said he ‘Why would you need visitors? But a visitor or so is needed now and then, for instance me, as a love hunter.’ ‘I don’t know about that,’ said the man-the person having been placing the walking stick-slowly. ‘If that sensational force sent for you, then the lovable ones probably do need you,but that’s an exception.As for us too much ordinary folk of Erzurum-the city loved by Pushkin, we stick to the rules, and you can’t hold that against us.’ ‘No, no,’ said he ‘I owe you thanks, you and everyone here.’ And when none of them expected it, he suddenly swung round to stand in front of the woman. She looked at him through tired eye-lashes; a translucent silk headscarf came halfway down her forehead, and the position gave him the happiness as if he was sleeping at her breast as a baby.Then he asked dismissively 'Who are you?’ And yet it was not clear whether the people's disdain was meant for him generally or their behaviour caused it generally nonetheless one of them said: ‘I’m from the directorate of the Girls' Lyceum’ All this had taken only a moment, but already the two men were one on each side of him, tried to frogmarch him forcibly to the door, as if there were no other means of mutual understanding instead of their attempt has gone away in vain while the old man, watching in a futile way, seemed pleased about something, even tempted to be clapping his hands. The lady teachers too laughed as they stood among the very beautiful and non-native girls some of them having been older than eighteen and suddenly they began to romp noisily...Romping and chanting some vivid lyrics based on "touch and kiss" on the contrary of the attitude adopted by the men attacked him. As for him, he proved that he wouldn't be soon out in the alley, with the drowsy men watching him from the doorway. Tension was falling again-What tension? That of the socio-psychological interrelation of course-but it seemed a little lighter than before. The bearded man renewed his position and called impatiently for one more time: ‘Where do you want to go? This is the Lyceum Of Girls, that’s the way to the science for future ladies’ He did not answer, but said to the other man, who despite his superior status seemed more approachable: ‘Who are you? To whom do I owe thanks for my rest here?’ ‘I am not a susceptible person like you, say the master lover, huh?’ was the reply, ‘and you owe no one any thanks.’ ‘Very well,’ said he ‘Perhaps we’ll meet again.’ ‘I shouldn’t think so,’ said the man. At this moment the bearded man, raising a hand, called out: ‘Good day, MESO; good day, SOLZH!’ He turned. So there were people out and about on the village streets after all! The twos or rather the threes in one was coming along the road from the school-The Girls' Lyceum.

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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III (Continuing)

    The girls were of medium height indeed very fitting to be the students of "Girls Lyceum", and very lean, in close-fitting clothes, and their faces too were very much alike, with dark blonde complexions setting off their very chestnut horse tail hairs. They were walking remarkably fast, considering the present ground of the corridors, swinging their long legs in time. ‘What’s going on?’ called the indignant directress of the school. She had to raise his voice to communicate with the girls-especially with the 18+ ones amongst them-, so they were walking so fast to and fro winding the atmosphere there as a breeze would do, and didn’t stop. ‘We have no business here to attend lessons and to attract attentions of everybody male or female!’ He called back, laughing. ‘For what?’ ‘Not for anything, and yet here in the school downright.’ ‘I'd like to be there too,’ shouted he, his voice suddenly rising above all the others. He very much wanted the adult girl pupils to take him with them. Striking up an acquaintance with them didn’t seem as if it would lead anywhere much, but they would obviously be good, cheerful companions on a the corridors of The Girls Lyceum. However, although they heard what he said, they simply nodded, walked on, and were in a deeper silence as it be before in a moment.He was left standing in the universal place of loneliness, say an empty lane feeling disinclined to haul his spirit out of loneliness only to have it sink in again a little further on. The directress and her students, happy to be rid of him at last, made their way slowly back through the door of the school, which was only standing ajar, still keeping an eye on him, and yet he was absolutely left alone in the all-enveloping situation of being lonely just looking at his worldly heaven-the Girls Lyceum full of lovely females too much young but some of the +18. ‘If I’d come here by chance and not on purpose,’ he thought, ‘I might fall into despair at this point as the fate of big loves would reach at last.’Then a large window opened while its pane seemed predominantly glistening in one of the sub-blocks of the grand school building on his left. Closed, it had looked gloomy gray, perhaps reflecting the official working atmosphere behind them, and it was so very voluminous that, now it had been opened, he could see the whole faces of the persons behind it, and yet only some of those person’s eyes: they were old, gray eyes too. ‘There he is,’ he heard a quavering female voice say. ‘It’s the love hunter one in twos or threes,’ said another female voice. The great majority of lady teachers came to the window and asked, in non-unfriendly tones, but as if anxious to make sure that all was well with the lanes surrounding the Girls Lyceum: ‘Who are you waiting for?’ ‘I’m waiting for a beautiful girl student that will fix an appointment time with me to give a chance to know each other,’ said he...‘There won’t be any girls having been 18+ years old in this place,’ said the lady having got most shrilling voice. He asked, ‘Don’t have you some nice girls lost some educational years because of that or this reason any how or somehow, huh?"’ ‘But this is the school to talk about the good manners and students' success,’ she objected. ‘All the same,’ said he, with a certain implacable note in his voice, ‘we-love hunters do have traffic here or there including reactionary peoples city that had been loved by modern poet Pushkin once.’ Then they both fell silent. But the lady was obviously thinking something over, for the window was still open and a bundle of shrill voices was pouring out of it. ‘It’s a bad conversational way there,’ said he, to help the conversation along.


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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III (Continuing)

    Although, all the shrill pipe lady teachers said was: ‘Yes, to be sure.’ and "just so should be" he kept silence. After a while, however, he did add: ‘I’ll take you in my own drawing room if you like.’ ‘Yes, please do,’ said lady teacher, delighted to hear it. ‘How much will you ask?’ ‘Nothing,’ said he, I'm not a play-boy, and to hiss great surprise everybody yelled ‘Well, you’re the love hunter,’ they explained in a choir, ‘and you belong to Aphrodite but where do you want to go?’ ‘Why, to the school to stroll in its corridors,’ he was quick to say. ‘Oh, then I’m not go with you’ lady shrilling pipe cried at once. ‘But I belong to the heart affairs induced estate of Aphrodite,’ he opposed, repeating the madam teacher’s own words. ‘Maybe,’ said the teacher coldly. ‘Take me to the corridors of the Girls Lyceum, then,’ requested he, and ‘Ouch never,’ replied the lady. ‘I’ll bring request written formally on a standard form round in a minute.’ None of this exchanging sounds-one shrilling and the other hoarsely-particularly friendly; it was more like a kind of self-interested, anxious, pettily meticulous attempt to get the twos in one-even the threes in one- namely MEO, SOLZH and "He" away from where "He" was standing in front of the Girls Lyceum. Not suddenly in the way of impending events the main gate opened, and a huge-throne like-armchair, flat-appeared. It was not for him-to sit down a bit instead of standing still-carrying light loads like a horse-cart!Actually he had no seat of any kind within the broad loneliness in a narrow lane, and his sense was drawn by a feeble little depression created by some people there in the Girls lyceum, behind which the non-depressive women and men must have been and no doubt they should come into view soon. Although he wasn’t old he seemed feeble himself in the situation compelling him to make some comparisons of his age and those nice lady students 18+, so he stooped and walked with worn out leg muscles-but not with a limp-, and his face was red, as if he had a common cold if not grippe. Instead his sense based on worrying in vain seemed particularly small because of he was wearing woollen scarf wrapped tightly around his neck in order to keep him against the famous evening breeze of the city or rather Pushkin's beloved Erzurum. He was obviously not sick, and yet a little worn out. As what had come out of the Girls Lyceum couldn't be guest-generally-before the throne like horse cart might have been invented spontaneously only to get him away from there. He said something to that effect, but the ladies giggling while looking out of the windows-some of them dark gray and others briskly full of light-dismissed his speculations. All he learned was that he was over a well deserved carrier, none had had to bring that thing uncomfortable to be carried but apt only to sit down because it happened to be standing ready, even if getting another one would have taken too much time. ‘Sit down, huh’ remarked sourly he, pointing to the back of the arm-chair with his pen he had drawn already. ‘Hey lady teacher, if you should be carried with me in the gilded, huge armchair like throne or rather on the throne like arm chair I’ll sit beside you,’ shouted he towards her. ‘I’m going to walk,’ said lady. ‘But why?’ asked he without taking account the fact that there was no horse to pull that throne court into. Lady teacher repeated ‘I’m going to walk,’ repeated, and then succumbed to a fit of coughing which shook her so badly that she must have to brace her legs in the Turkish carpet covering the floor from one side to the other adjacent to the window.


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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III (Continuing)

    As for him he hold on to the other side of the subject-The love Affair for he should say more...So he but sat down at the centre of the most front part-left from the garbage put on it to transport to the neighbourhood's public waste of the throne like armchair, and inspired by the lady teacher whose coughing gradually subsided, and he started to speak boldly: Love shouldn't be between the different genders but different existences that would not share anything with men or women. The love affairs-from the platonic ones to the body parts no matter face, muscles, the attractive ingredients around genital region or chest induced loves-or even the same sex marriage cases upped above the modern judiciary system or even modernized tradition-then seemed curiously under the obligation of darkness that dispersed from place that he had hoped to reach then so that it was-the desire to be whispering to each other head to head, chest to chest in wrapped by the twilight of his drawing room-was retreating into the distance again as if suggesting that the vague situation ought to be present where the two person or a group would make love somehow. After that explanation he fled his drawing room lonely, and yet it was only a temporary farewell, however, a bell would ring there in the Girls Lyceum with a lively, cheerful note, although the sound might be painful too tomorrow, and might make his heart quail momentarily as if threatened with getting what it vaguely would be desirable. Inasmuch as the clang of that harsh cry from minarets soon was heart and died away, and as it should have been generally to be succeeded by the faint but non harmonic sounds of the far minarets, perhaps also near to the Girls Lyceum or perhaps in the town. The composition of the minaret tilting cries was certainly a more suitable accompaniment to the slow progress with the feeble but implacable chat mate as the shrill-pipe lady teacher. ‘You know,’ cried he suddenly-they were already near the church, the road to the inn was not far away, and he thought he might venture this remark-‘I’m very surprised to find you willing to speak to me on your own responsibility. Is it allowed by the directress?’Altogether the directress took no notice, and continued to protect her position behind the crowd-of madam teachers and mademoiselle students but above them of course. ‘Hey!’ cried he, saluting them with his hands from the place therein the breeze throwing leaves dried or green. Some of them hit both left and right on the ear. At this he did stop saluting them whose crowd was swelling and turned to be bulging from the hinges so that when he saw the people so close to be tumbled down he has moved a little further on when he saw the groups belonging to the swelling group bent from heights perilously, as if physically mistreated, the red, narrow faces with cheeks that somehow looked lopsided, one smooth and the other strained in stress caused by him or the others-MESO and SOLZH-within his existence, the almost grinned through a full teeth mouth constantly open as if to help everybody to bite every nice girls of the North America... Besides he found he had to repeat what he had justsaid in chatting but this time with compassion, asking whether the directress might be punishing lady teacher for giving him a chance in chat. Highly likely she would ask the other ‘What are you getting at?’, but waiting for no further explanation she should have called to the non-little girls say 18+ nice ones and they moved on in a more homogenous, say monotonously to make aimless observation to follow the wonting-yes loveable or not-actions of his. When they had almost reached the common output obtained from the observation there which he recognized by some bend in the road the pavement he should protect his position to look at the windows thereabout he saw to his surprise that the Girls Lyceum was already entirely dark.



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    Breaking news...…..breaking news...….breaking news.....
    The missing journalist jamal khashoggi's fiancee is a turco-islamic terrorist, not female but male!
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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER III (Continuing)

    Then as if through a skill to be called as " Sneak Peak" he or-God knows who-amongst he, MESO, and SOLZH somebody offered something that had got affability towards the matter-from the sake of accuracy let's say "Love Affair" yes with a husky but loud voice: "Let's take the newly married royal viz. respectable couple. Therewith one could make endless speculations about the love between Prince William and Kate Middletown the first having been endure his -very heartily-excitement based on marriage, and the later getting worn out deeply in making the lovely face of hers that she couldn't have got from the very beginning of the labor whereby she should be born. Eventually her birth was something to start her tale of a non-natural beauty and to give way her to be a beauty as she would without intrigue or not over genetics induced stakes that could shake even me when I was to remember that face neither real nor fake like the Saudi monarchy willing to reach modernization and escape from it at the same time, and as Hon. and lovely Kate was shaping the beauty notion of the world not regionally but globally, even universally for just when her well shaped feet touched the draught suffering soils of Australia it began to rain cats and dogs. One of the least appreciated aspects of that magic was the influence of Kate's home-made beauty who has shown the ability, through the well-timed release of crucial details from the point of Aesthetics thoroughly, to fuel the global will that might be much more eager than that of all times past in the line from the heart of Don Quixote-humbly-to that of Casanova-wildly- against that of mine magnificently tampered tamped down.He or they-MESO and SOLZH viz. the twos in one shut up immediately when the strong words they-he-uttered tended to affect everybody. Why then they chose silence...for waiting applause, huh? Had they-he-been out of the conditions of having been applauded so long? He pondered! Only one or two hours, by his calculations. And instead of the fact that he had left early-no matter in the afternoon, evening or morning-his bed he had not felt hungry since. Again, it had been full moon light until a little while ago, and only now was it broad daylight. ‘Short days are still to be created by the official summer time accommodation’ he said to himself.

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