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    When MESO and SOLZH let embrace them they went their face was all literally inspired from theirs. Some of the people in the line might have applauded and even dapped, but the old woman right behind, who had her hair done in a pompadour askew so that the rat showed through and who wore two padded pink silk dressing gowns one above the other said spitefully, "Now you'll have to go and make your statements style free."

    Instead MESO recited:

    The Book of Egypt, Si-Si Sea (11)

    Try and escape from crummy feel,
    The feel of having the peerless taste of siesta, lol,
    Under the sky of your Northern countries lacking the sun
    In the nostrils lingers the staleness of discouraged, lifeless
    Days tending to set down
    Crowded into a transient urban
    Camp, the acidic or potassium accumulated stench
    Of the barn, reflecting to the taut cheeks
    Additionally the shamed flush from the boring eyes of corps
    And railroad bulls that would eat
    Two acres a day, they are buttoned into well made
    Clothes who have wives to sleep with,
    Kids to play with after supper
    Dinner
    Without the sureness of power behind their back
    So that to eradicate the internet dandies ready to hack...

    SOLZH interpreted that poem (No. 11) like that:

    After that they considered themselves engaged, but they couldn't get married, because the markets had been gutted with the rest of the block it stood in, and MESO was out of a trip. Mademoiselle M. used to let him kiss her and hug her in dark doorways when he took her home at night, but further than that he gave up trying to go. In the next day he got a job on the Egypt Official Bulletin. That was night Work and he hardly ever saw Mademoiselle M. except Sundays, but they haven't begin to talk about getting married in fortnights.When he was away from her he felt somehow sore at Mademoiselle M. most of the time, but when he was with her he melted absolutely while tried to get her to read pamphlets on liberalism, but she laughed and looked up at him with her big intimate blue eyes and said it was too deep for her. She liked to go to the theater based on free thought and eat in restaurants where the linen was starched and there were waiters in dress suits. About that time he went one night to hear democrat MPs speak about the Arab Springs. Next to him was a young man in black suits. He had a nose like an average nose and yet very gray eyes and deep creases under his cheekbones and talked in a slow drawl. His name was not a name of a VIP. After the lecture they went and had a beer together and talked, and that non-VIP belonged to the new liberal organization called within important words and terms of the Liberal World. He read MESO the preamble over a second glass of COKE.Then SOLZH had just hit town as a speedy hare or rather a rabbit would do so that he was healthy of the bum grub and hard life on the ocean. He still had his pay in his pocket and he was bound he wouldn't blow it in on a bust. He'd heard that there was one of the great students parade in Alexandria and he thought he'd go up there and see what he could do. He made-actually he would try over his cell phone and make- feel that he was leading a pretty stodgy life helping production good tides on behalf of the working class. "God almighty, man, you're just the kind o' stuff we need out there. We're going even to publish happy news along the Nile." That night MESO went round to the local and filled out a card, and went home to his boarding house with his head swimming. I was just on the point of rejoicing the son of Liberal Egyptians, he said to himself. The next Sunday he and Mademoiselle M. had been planning togo up the Scenic Railway-if there should be any-to the top of Mount Sinai. They-MESO and SOLZH-were terribly sleepy when the alarm clock got them out of bed. They had to start early because he had to be on the job again that night. As he walked to the ferry station-not knowing if there were any-where they were going to meet friends at nine the clank of the touristic pamphlets were still in their head, and the sour smell of ink and paper bruised under the presses, and on top of that the smell of the hall of the house he'd been in with a couple of the fellows, the smell of moldy rooms and slop pails and the small of armpits and the dressing table of the frizzy haired girl he'd had on the clammy bed and the taste of the stale beer they'd drunk and the cooing mechanical voice!MESO has given start to saluting the passers-by "Goodnight, dear citizens, finish your works, gain money abundantly and come round soon..." then cried "God, I'm a good believer," and mumbled in a way to say to himself, " I remember clearly for clear mornings would have always elicited, when all the colors in the street shone like bits of glass. God, I was very fond of praying say wandering round to find a pretext to pray aloud. If Mademoiselle M. would only be a sport, if Mademoiselle M. was only one of those citizens you could talk to like you could to a friend. And how the hell was he going to tell her he was too much fond of prayer as if praying was his job he could not give up? She was waiting for him at the bus stop looking like an Irish girl with her neat sailor blue dress and hat having got least symbols or pictures. They didn't have time to say anything as they had to run for the bus. Once placing themselves on the seats she lifted up her face to be kissed and yet to have a light kiss so that it could not be evaluated to say if her lips were cool or hot... And In a while both MESO saw her gloved hand rested so lightly on his. At the main boulevard of Cairo they took another bus and changed and she kept smiling at him when they ran to get good places in the scenic vehicle and they felt not alone in the roaring immensity of tawny capital city of Egypt under the cupola of the blue sky. They'd never been so happy together. She ran ahead of him all the way to the top. At the observatory they were both breathless. They stood against a Wall out of sight of the other people and she let him kiss her all over her face, all over her face and neck, and yet he kissed for million times her fingers amongst scraps of mist flew past cutting patches out of their view of the quarter and the alleys and the shadowed corners of the big blocks. When they went round to the shops condensed side of the city a tepid wind was shrilling through everything including their hairs. A churning mass of Semi African Soul induced mini storm was welling up from the side of Abyssinia like a tidal wave.She must have gripped his arm for he felt the force invitation: invitation to waltz as Putin and the Austrian Lady Secretary of State. "Oh, this scares me, honey!" Then suddenly he told her that he couldn't give up his job. She looked up at him frightened and shivering in the hot wind of Cairo and little and helpless ; tears began to run down either side or rather borders betwixt the cheeks and nose. "But I thought you loved me, honey...Do you think it's been easy for me waiting for you all this time, wanting you and loving you? Oh, I thought you loved me!" He put his arm round her. He couldn't say anything. They started walking towards another bus. "I don't want all those people to see I've been crying, We were so happy before. Let's walk down to the peripheral parks, lonely woods, transgressed but vividly green little fields." "It's pretty far, honey" "I don't care; I couldn't want to." "Geez, there is no good sport but job" They started down the footpath and the mist blotted out everything. After a couple of hours they stopped to rest so that they left the path and found a patch of grass in the middle of a big thicket of cists. The hot and humidity induced mist was all around but it was bright overhead and they could feel the warmth of the sun through it stopping the power of pondering.
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    Hey! I'll be at the hills of arcadia for a week long summer holiday!
    Ciao!

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    Hey! I'll be at the hills of arcadia for a week long summer holiday!
    Ciao!
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    Hi! I'm very happy for I cut short my summer holiday and backed to share good tidings with you.
    Here you are the four books I had written here-in The Literature Network-and pblished successively:

    Dating and Regime
    By Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat
    It has been that compelled me not to respect the couple made of the Earthly Life and Mathematics is even extremely likely that it may spring from that secret existence of Byzantium! More
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    Published: Dec. 18, 2014
    Words: 44,210
    Language: American English
    ISBN: 9781310002311

    EXPLORING RELIGION
    By SOLZHENITSOF
    The Messiah who shall carry to the Mankind alongside with all the creatures. Erzurum as being one of the key cities "The Silk Way" between the Asia and the Europe had a lot of flares left over from the history of living creatures! More
    Published: June 03, 2014
    Words: 70,730
    Language: English
    ISBN: 9781311025487

    Great Kobane
    By Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat
    Yes having been sojourned not being a good-or bad-citizen. Instead of gaining nil as a starting point I was as happy as punch, and was going to perform nothing within the rules of the highest discipline I had been taught by my grandfather by my mother side migrated from Russia. It did not occur to me that I might have to ask any prime minister in Turkey to undress. More
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    Published: May 07, 2016
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    ISBN: 9781310680359
    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    ISBN: 9780463219973

    Title: JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

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    MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    ISBN: 9780463139660

    Title: MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

    Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

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    WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH?
    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. A European rights watchdog also said the opposition had faced “unequal conditions”, adding that restrictions on media freedom to cover the elections were accentuated by a continuing state of emergency imposed in the country after a failed 2016 coup. The New Ottoman Caliph 64, the most popular-yet divisive-leader in modern history of the country, told jubilant, flag-waving supporters there would be no retreat from his drive to transform Turkey, a NATO member and, at least nominally, a candidate to join the European Union. He thought to be loved by millions of devoutly Muslim working class for delivering years of stellar economic growth and overseeing the construction of roads, bridges, airports, hospitals and schools. But his critics, including rights groups, accuse him of destroying the independence of the courts and press freedoms. The New Ottoman Caliph and his bleached Party claimed victory in Sunday’s presidential and parliamentary elections after defeating a revitalized opposition that had looked capable of staging an upset. “It is out of the question for us to turn back from where we’ve brought our country in terms of democracy and the economy,” said The New Ottoman Caliph on Sunday night. His victory means he will remain president at least until 2023-the centenary of the founding of the new state after The Ottoman Empire or rather on the ashes of the Ottoman Empire by Mustafa KEMAL Ataturk. The New Ottoman Caliph’s opponents accuse him of dismantling Ataturk’s secular legacy by bringing religion back into public life. And yet The Anti-Semitic leader namely The New Ottoman Caliph responds to such criticism by saying he is trying to modernize the country and improve religious freedoms. With virtually all votes counted, The New Ottoman Caliph had 51 percent against INCE’s 31 percent, while in the parliamentary vote that bleached party took 41.5... percent and its MHP nationalist allies secured 11 percent, furthermore The Country's financial markets initially rallied on hopes of increased political stability as investors had feared deadlock between The New Ottoman Caliph and the opposition, if it had gained control of parliament. However, they then retreated due to concerns about future monetary policy........
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    TO: THE TURCO-ISLAMIC TERRORISTS WHO WOULD HACK MY WRITING
    FROM SOLZHENITSOF

    HEY ABOMINABLE BANDITS! LET ME REMIND YOU OF THE SOUL OF A GREAT AMERICAN MAJOR GENERAL THAT MIGHT ANNIHILATE ALL OF YOU IMMEDIATELY!

    EULOGY FOR THE GREAT GENERAL RAYMOND ODIERNO NAMELY THE GREAT SOLDIER WHO SMASHED ANTI-SEMITISM
    AROUND ISRAEL/JERUSALEM

    By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSY

    One minute towards the doom in Iraq
    They were awakened by the noise of the boots of the Crook
    Namely red and black fascists
    Who-on the contrary to The New Mesopotamians- hate nitches!
    Great Raymond knew from the beginning of The Iraq War
    That the enemies of the USA and its allies were
    The enemies of Democracy as well
    While are ringing the doom’s bell,
    While the assassins
    Would symbolize the body of all sins
    Who had also intended to assassinate the Kurds that have been
    Praying and thinking freely…
    After the Saddam’s regime has been done away with by the
    God’s Great Servants like General ODIERNO
    That opened the windows of freedom in thinking and praying to
    All living bodies in The Middle-East
    To all men in the street!
    The Pro-West Kurdish Muslims to survive for ever
    Were just at the brink of a time calling for the doctor,
    Came ODIERNO having had his rescuing sword
    To cut the bars that imprisoned liberties one after the other in an accord!

    The fascists left their attitudes to harass The Northern Iraq,
    And, following the instructions of God’s servant not using sword yet only the sack
    Suddenly fled behind the heaps of dung…
    He pulled out from his helmet his identification quality
    Presented it gingerly to black and red fascists, who quitted enmity
    On the spot!
    Great General Raymond standing at the head of his army held the liberty’s light.
    In modesty had never turned his back to humanitarian style.
    He helped immediately over problem induced points always in a while!

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    Title: JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

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    MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    ISBN: 9780463139660

    Title: MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

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    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    ISBN: 9780463219973

    Title: JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

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    THE BOOKS BELOW WERE WRITTEN BY ME IN THE PAGES OF "THE LITERATURE NETWORK" AND PUBLISHED BY "SMASHWORDS"

    THANKS TO THE LITERATURE NETWORK!

    Dating and Regime
    By Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat
    It has been that compelled me not to respect the couple made of the Earthly Life and Mathematics is even extremely likely that it may spring from that secret existence of Byzantium! More
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    Fiction » Cultural & ethnic themes » Cultural interest, general
    Published: Dec. 18, 2014
    Words: 44,210
    Language: American English
    ISBN: 9781310002311

    EXPLORING RELIGION
    By SOLZHENITSOF
    The Messiah who shall carry to the Mankind alongside with all the creatures. Erzurum as being one of the key cities "The Silk Way" between the Asia and the Europe had a lot of flares left over from the history of living creatures! More
    Published: June 03, 2014
    Words: 70,730
    Language: English
    ISBN: 9781311025487

    Great Kobane
    By Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat
    Yes having been sojourned not being a good-or bad-citizen. Instead of gaining nil as a starting point I was as happy as punch, and was going to perform nothing within the rules of the highest discipline I had been taught by my grandfather by my mother side migrated from Russia. It did not occur to me that I might have to ask any prime minister in Turkey to undress. More
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    Fiction » Historical » General
    Published: May 07, 2016
    Words: 156,400
    Language: English
    ISBN: 9781310680359
    JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    ISBN: 9780463219973

    Title: JERUSALEM-THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE SONS OF ISRAEL'S UNSEEN STATE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

    Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.
    MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    ISBN: 9780463139660

    Title: MODERN ODYSSEUS ENGLISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABWE

    Author: Prof. Dr. Mesolzhenitsy E. Surat

    Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    Introduction

    Family in a certain time, certain place. It seemed entirely indifferent, just as one seemed not indifferent to the goal of one's life Frieda in a way waiting to be captured by the one in twos i. e MESO-The International Poet and SOLZH-The New Romantic Russian Novelist writing in English. Public opinion in the "Literature Network" reprehended terrorists' attempts to hack the window-"Who Said That", and since the family shared the common reverence for the literature as a whole, and-no doubt-they have internalized the contempt in which they were held over the cyber war betwixt the two main cultures-Radical Islam and Modern Judeo Christianity-of The World. Of the peace and civilization, briefly "love"? Terror would refuse to love, and the Radical’s refusal should have provoked much critical debate. MESO’s own existence SOLZH who understood the love as the abode of divine grace, thought that The Existence’s invitation was a divine command which ought to have overridden ordinary crimes. They-one in twos-compared it to God’s inexplicable instruction to Abraham to give his petition directly to The Father whom told by Kierkegaard in Fear and Trembling, a book well known to MESO and SOLZH, took to illustrate the ‘love induced suspension of the ethical duties of the mankind’. Writing in the pages of The Literature Network, the one in twos-MESO and SOLZH namely Prof. MES (Mustafa ERDOGAN SURAT)questioned this interpretation but argued instead that essentially he was refusing ‘to live by the life forces within his personality’, and longed for "to live by love within..." Hence he becomes hard, cold, and reserved taking his guard against Soviet type regimes: In The North Korea, Syria, Turkey, Iran. But a more complex interpretation could be possible.

    PART ONE

    The first morning therein the arrival of a one in twos so early at dawn, the inhabitants of ERZURUM-the city loved by Pushkin were willing to let the guest sleep on an orthopaedic mattress in The Municipality Halls. He agreed to that. Several of the citizens were still sitting over their teacups made of ordinary material and yet ornamented in the style of ancient China, say too much dear but he didn’t feel like talking to anyone. The janitor fetched the sophisticated mattress down from the rest room of the local governor, and lay on a modern, attractive bed near the mid-window. It was warm, the hall were silent, his weary eyes gave them a queer inspection, and then he fell asleep as not being apt to wake again soon afterwards. A young man in town clothes, with a face like a body guard’s-narrowed eyes, strongly marked eyebrows-was standing beside him with the far relatives of his. Every member of the crowd there were still standing still too, and some of them had turned their eyes towards him so that they could see and hear better. He went on with sleeping and hasn't apologized of course-civilly or not civilly- for not having been woken, and yet after waking up introduced himself as MESO and SOLZH. Mayor Adam-the name of the City's mayor was Adam-used the chance of speaking to him and asked, 'My dear, you remark that you are two persons in one body, say highly likely the sons of the same mother. Now would you like to explain how this could be?' and added: 'Do those two persons belong to the same existence as Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde would be manage it?' He as one in twos smiled: ' Please let everyone who stayed or spent the night here know that my existence is not like that of the duality of Jekyll and Hyde, so to speak, staying apart from absolute unity and usually spending the time in different ways of life day or night at the places in between. And each one of the duality in the personalities-consisted of MESO and SOLZH-should live far from the starting point should be allowed to reiterate the same thing that without waiting for any permit. However, the twos couldn’t have any such permit to leave the "ONE"-I is that very one-shouldered the burden or gift of personality at least both of twos should have shown one.’ Then he had half sat up, had smoothed down his hair, and was now looking up at the crowd consisted of the aristocrats-such as the members of BALTAHANE-of ERZURUM. ‘What city have I come to after my cultural ancestor Pushkin, then?’ he asked. ‘Is there any National Park in the vicinity?’ ‘There most certainly is,’ said a little child on the lap of an older man slowly, as some of those present shook their heads at hiss ignorance. ‘Just The National Park’ ‘Need I any permit to spend my time there?’ asked MESO and SOLZH or rather he, as if to convince himself that he had not, by any chance, dreamed the earlier information. ‘YEP, you need a permit,’ was the reply, and there was downright derision at his expense in the speaking man’s, say mayor's voice as, with arm outstretched, he asked the high level citizens: ‘Or am I wrong? Doesn’t he need a permit?’ ‘Well, I’ll have to go and get a permit, then,’ said he, yawning, and throwing off his quilt as if to rise to his feet. ‘Oh yes? Who from?’ asked the mayor. ‘Why, from me,’ said he. ‘I suppose there’s nothing else for it.’ ‘What, go and get a permit from the governor immediately?’ cried the mayor, retreating a step. ‘Is that impossible?’ asked he, unruffled. ‘If so, why did you pronounce that adverb: "immediately", huh?' At this the mayor was positively beside himself. ‘The manners of a the people believing in the part of time i.e. "immediate!" oh, crying out loud’ while he defined that term as a notion ready to be putrefy. He backed the mayor's definition and requested ‘I demand respect for "time cooking" for "immediate" as a part of time should be left to be cooked as the vegetables should need must wait to be cooked and to gain taste!'Mayor and he exchanged a lot of words afterwards without giving any clues sufficient to narrate one and only event because of the fact that had been reached before the debut of narration skill of the humans ontologically. So MESO and SOLZH told about it after having observed that event from different points:
    MESO: 'l woke you up to tell the city's eligible group of the aristocrats that I must leave ERZURUM-The Pushkin's City immediately.’
    SOLZH: ‘I told them nothing but talked with the mayor with whom I couldn't share anything explicable, and that’s enough of this farce,’ and all of the people present there plunged in silence after I came to an end-or rather the interval of my speech in a noticeably quiet voice.'
    MESO Narrates:
    'Before some eight hours I lay down and pulled the quilt over me, that's true, but not in the city hall but in the suit on the upper storey reserved for me. Young and older aristocrats of the Pushkin's city, you’re going rather too far precipitating around my bed by the pretext of an semi-informal visit, and yet you couldn't have something to say about your conduct in the little hours of the day. The mayor and you gentlemen are my witnesses, if I needed anything I could call for help. As for the rest of your citizens, let me tell you that I’m not any guest to be visited instead of the fact that the local governor sent for me.'
    SOLZH tells:
    Thanks to everybody. My visitors should have been coming this morning that you are here. Methinks my schoolmates ought to come by carriage with my observation and reporting instruments. I didn’t want to deprive myself of a good walk here through the delayed pollens in the fresh air, but unfortunately I did lose my way several times, and that’s why I arrived here so late or too early to be changed in the stipulations depended on to be in the marine times of yesterday or tomorrow. I myself was well aware, even before you delivered your lecture, that it was neither early nor late to present myself in the Pushkin's City.

    TO BE CONTINUED...
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    What's happening here? I cannot edit my posts, say even I cannot reply the threads!
    It's the official hacking attack of Turkey Soviet-TURCO-ISLAMIC terror state, huh?
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    WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH? Turkish Ayatollah and secret terrorist F. G

    WHO IS THAT NOTORIOUS NEW OTTOMAN CALIPH?
    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. A European rights watchdog also said the opposition had faced “unequal conditions”, adding that restrictions on media freedom to cover the elections were accentuated by a continuing state of emergency imposed in the country after a failed 2016 coup. The New Ottoman Caliph 64, the most popular-yet divisive-leader in modern history of the country, told jubilant, flag-waving supporters there would be no retreat from his drive to transform Turkey, a NATO member and, at least nominally, a candidate to join the European Union. He thought to be loved by millions of devoutly Muslim working class for delivering years of stellar economic growth and overseeing the construction of roads, bridges, airports, hospitals and schools. But his critics, including rights groups, accuse him of destroying the independence of the courts and press freedoms. The New Ottoman Caliph and his bleached Party claimed victory in Sunday’s presidential and parliamentary elections after defeating a revitalized opposition that had looked capable of staging an upset. “It is out of the question for us to turn back from where we’ve brought our country in terms of democracy and the economy,” said The New Ottoman Caliph on Sunday night. His victory means he will remain president at least until 2023-the centenary of the founding of the new state after The Ottoman Empire or rather on the ashes of the Ottoman Empire by Mustafa KEMAL Ataturk. The New Ottoman Caliph’s opponents accuse him of dismantling Ataturk’s secular legacy by bringing religion back into public life. And yet The Anti-Semitic leader namely The New Ottoman Caliph responds to such criticism by saying he is trying to modernize the country and improve religious freedoms. With virtually all votes counted, The New Ottoman Caliph had 51 percent against INCE’s 31 percent, while in the parliamentary vote that bleached party took 41.5... percent and its MHP nationalist allies secured 11 percent, furthermore The Country's financial markets initially rallied on hopes of increased political stability as investors had feared deadlock between The New Ottoman Caliph and the opposition, if it had gained control of parliament. However, they then retreated due to concerns about future monetary policy........
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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER I

    He called everybody to keep silence and explained enough details of his night he spent in the city hall: 'We all have to be as calm as a hot day in August, yes I did it...That’s why I contented myself with sleeping the night here, and you have been to put it mildly. Inasmuch as none was not uncivil to disturb my slumbers. And that’s all the explanation I’m making. Good morning, gentlemen.’ Then he turned to the corner where both tea and quick coffee machines-if anybody could use this name for the practical apparatus of modern times- while he carried on with asking important questions about the administrative organs as if they were inutile things. ‘The departments of Government or The Governor His Excellency?’ he heard someone ask hesitantly behind his back, and then fell silent absolutely. But the asker soon pulled himself together and told the Mayor, in a tone just muted enough to sound as if he were showing consideration for his studies that had to be given a start immediately sleeping, but loud enough for him to hear what was said: ‘I’ll telephone the people in every department in charge of, say scholarly visiting in order to supervise the official activities if not observation or even exploration based on scrutinizing them all...’The vice-Mayor who would be hiding behind the boss during the conversation hissed abruptly, 'So there was only one-composed of three other personalities of course, say MESO, SOLZH and the concoct of them i. e. he concerning the communication means-including cell phones-in this city, wasn't he? Seemingly they therein were very well equipped neither as The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit nor Id, Ego, Super-Ego but as a sophistically detailed composition of every people's visible identification unity and invisible parts of the remnants left after that identity shattered...' That surprised him, but on the whole he had expected this. It turned out that there were several classic phones alongside mobile ones installed almost everywhere, for instance right above his head, but drowsy as he was, he had failed to notice it.If he could make a telephone call, then with the best will in the world none could not fail to be eager the reason of his visiting the Pushkin's City. The only point at issue should have been called then "LE VOYAGE A ERZURUM whether they would let him use the telephone, and he decided that he would. In which case, however, there was no point in making out that he was not asleep, so he ought not let himself to return to the bed for he saw the local aristocrats clustering nervously together and conferring; well, the arrival of a fellow country man of Pushkin was no small matter. The door of the city hall had opened and there, filling the whole doorway, stood the monumental figure of the wife of the mayor in her burqa. She couldn't approached because of The Rules of The Islamic manners she was nearing on tiptoe to let herself know what was going on. And then a mobile or rather cell phone conversation between the government spokesperson and him began. The host that were sitting down on their armchairs were asleep, but one of the VIPs, say a deputy aristocrat, or one of several such conspicuous personalities , a certain Mr OTMAN was not, and the person he said "hello" who was on the line was Mr. OTMAN's brother. He who identified himself as both MESO and SOLZH or the personality they lived therein, told Mr err...brother-the brother of OTMAN how he had found the citizen aristocrats, a horde of men of very ragged appearance in their fifties or around speaking peacefully in the city hall...MESO gnarled, "What? City Hall? A throne like bed, huh? With a tiny rucksack as a pillow, and something abominable, sickness induced things around like walking-stick within reach. We SOLZ and I indirectly and he directly had naturally felt suspicious in the destiny if it is the word!" and added seemingly the Mayor had clearly neglected to do our twos in one's briefly his duty it had been up to him to investigate the matter.SOLZH, 'He had acted very churlishly on being woken, questioned, and threatened in due form with expulsion from the county, although, as it finally turned out, perhaps with some reason, for he claimed to be obliged to use cell phones and speak to the governor! And imitated as if speaking to his lordship the governor had sent for that communication with his governor the governor. Of course it was at least their formal duty to check this claim, so OTMAN, would like the other OTMAN at the cell of the other phone to enquire in government, find out whether any such twos in one could be expected to be in Pushkin's beloved city-ERZURUM, and telephone back with the answer for several times.' After secondary personalities in one person namely MESO and SOLZ was quiet there would be the real voice, say the voice of his, and he went to make his enquiries, and there at the City Hall he waited for the answer...Eventually OTMAN was staying where he was, not even turning round, not appearing at all curious, but looking straight ahead of twos-MESO and SOLZH-in one, namely He! The way OTMAN told his tale, not with a way mingling of malice and caution, gave him an idea of what might be called the literature induced training of which even such insignificant figures in the city of Pushkin as OTMAN had a command. There was no lack of industry there either; central administrative building was working even at night, and clearly it answered questions quickly, for every cell phone might be soon rung back. His report, however, seemed to be a very short one both from the point of MESO and SOLZH and yet He-made of the twos viz. MESO and SOLZ-didn't made any comment about it-neither short nor long-for OTMAN immediately slammed the receiver down in anger. ‘I said as much!’ he cried. ‘There’s no knowledge of any guide to help visitors so there could be no city to be found the term governor is a common, lying vagabond and probably worse.’ For a moment he thought all of the personalities within and out of him himself. As for the local aristocrats, the mayor and lady they were going to fall on him, and to avoid at least the real dialogue he crawled under the imaginative or rather mobile communication entirely. Then he slowly put his head out the telephone rang again and, so it seemed to him, with particular force of inspiration, actually the android induced telecommunication was unlikely that the call too could be about nothing at all to be stopped short, and OTMAN should have gone back to the getting at the cell phone even if he was spending a quarter hour behind the back the latrine.Instead of everything he picked up his ears that could be-unlikely those of invisible MESO and SOLZH-seen from a distance. From the other side the twos could write or rather could make him to write and be seen over and through the body parts including face and ears of his- So the twos in one appreciated the advantage of being admitted to exchange some words by means of the androids conquering the profiles of the humans at times without any exception. Had-for all-the governor described "twos in one" as ‘the Russian tourist’. In one way this was unfortunate, since it showed that the civil servants of the government knew all they needed to know about him at the city hall, they had, and they weighed up the balance of power, and were cheerfully accepting the challenge of the twos in one. In another way, however, it was fortunate, for it confirmed his opinion that he was being estimated, and would have more freedom than he had dared to hope from the outset while SOLZH call the situation as underestimated and MESO-on the contrary to it-overestimated or vice versa. And if they or he as a whole thought keep could at least the mayor in a constant state of horror by recognizing his qualifications as two surveyors in this intellectually supercilious way, as it certainly was, then everybody were right. He felt a slight frisson, yes, but that was all. He waved away OTMAN, who was timidly approaching; he declined to move towards the guest's bed, as he was now urged to do, merely accepting a bag from the mayor and the use of a bacon parcel, with a slice of onion and a little tomato, from the OTMAN, and he didn’t even have to ask for the hall to be cleared, since all present were hurrying out with their faces averted, perhaps to keep him from identifying them in bare light of the morning.The light was put out, and he was left alone at last, say one man consisted of the twos-MESO AND SOLZH. He slept soundly through until morning, and yet the twos scarcely fell asleep disturbed once or twice by the ghost like lights having been being come from the lanterns swaying to left and right because of the attacks of a global warming gust scurrying past. After breakfast, which like his entire board and lodging, so the mayor told him, was to be paid for by the treasury director of the government, he thought he would go straight into The Lyceum where one could find girls-to be in love with-from other cities far from Erzurum. But when the mayor's advice came to his mind-to which his words have penetrated very deeply-remembering his behaviour yesterday who had said only the bare minimum, kept hovering around him with a silent plea in his eyes, he-one in twos-took pity on himself alongside MESO and SOLZ that shared the same sentiment with him he asked himself to sit down and keep the twos sheer company for a while. ‘I haven’t met the girl yet,’ said he, ‘but Pushkin had implied that the women representing the native ladies of Erzurum would not pay well for compliments from males no matter how much their invitations to flirt could be good work. Could that be so? Especially if he was travelling as far from his mother and brethren as he was, he would want to bring something worthwhile home. ‘No need to worry about that,' pondered SOLZH, 'there’ve never been any complaints of poor pay from the side of other females far from that old Islamic City.’‘Well,’ pondered MESO., ‘I’m not the timid sort myself, and I can speak my mind even to a native girl let how much she might be, but of course it’s far better to be on friendly terms with such primitive people.’ As for the situation of him...The mayor was perched again opposite him on the edge of the giant windowsill of city hall not daring to sit anywhere more comfortable, and Hon. Turkic-such was his family name of the mayor-kept looking at him with his large, brown, anxious eyes. To begin with he had moved close to his guest, but now he seemed to want to run away. Was he afraid of being interrogated about the government? Did he fear that, although he was now calling his guest ‘sir’, one in twos was not to be relied on? He thought he had better distract his personality based on two other existence hidden within him. Looking at his watch, he said: ‘Well, my MESO and SOLZH will soon be arriving at the point to speak more effectively. Will you be able to accommodate amid the daily life events?’ ‘Of course, sir,’ said the MAYOR. ‘But won’t they be staying with you up at the city hall?’ Was he so easily and cheerfully giving up the prospect of guests, and in particular the custom of him, whom he seemed anxious to send off to any Lyceum especially to the "Girls Lyceum? ‘That’s not decided yet, huh’ inquired he. ‘First I must find out what kind of work the ingredients of my personality-MESO and SOLZH and I want my existence to do. For instance, if I’m to work down here running after flirtation free or concealed...Then it would be more sensible for one in twos to stay down here too. And in addition, he-actually they-afraid that living up in the government buildings none would agree with none. He always prefer to be a free agent. ‘You don’t know what the kiosk of the governor is like,’ said the mayor quietly. ‘True,’ said he ‘One ought not to judge too early. At the moment all I know about the Girls' Lyceum is that up there they know how to pick a good land candidate in the way of loving. And perhaps there are other advantages there as well.’ And he rose to his feet, to allow the mayor, who was uneasily biting his lip, a chance to be rid of his company. MESO cried, 'It wasn’t easy to win that governor’s trust when trying to talk him romantically. As he was walking away, he noticed a dark portrait of the governor in a dark frame on the wall. He had seen it even from where he lay past nights during his voyage, say LE VOYAGE A ERZURUM as Pushkin had inverted it into a book, but at that distance he hadn’t been able to make out the details, and had thought that the probable romance had been removed from the frame, leaving only a dark backing. But there was indeed a picture, say of Madura of Venezuela as he now saw, the head and shoulders of a man of about sixty no older than a chauffeur.' Nevertheless his head was to be bent-to be bent so low on his chest that you could hardly see his nostrils to examine the sanitary induced measures taken to keep the aperture of the nose of his, and the reason why he held it like that seemed to be the weight of his high, heavy forehead and large hooked nose. As for the accessories moustache, monocle-if any available-beard, fez or something else, and even a necktie or even-strange to say-a shawl which was squashed in at his throat by the angle of his head, stood out below his chin. One of his hands not occupied through a tusk an ordinary hand would be spread and he was running it through his thick hair, but nobody could raise his head higher than it could be. ‘Who’s that?’ asked ‘The cousin of the lady mayor your respectable spouse?’ He was standing-according to MESO he could not do it and from the point of SOLZH it would be baseless to accept it or not-in front of the portrait, and did not even look at the mayor. ‘Oh no,’ said the other, ‘that’s the director of educational of the official system.’ SOLZH gave a start to the real explanations of his for he surmised that the reality was to be in only and solely in his narration 'Well, they have a fine educational system there, huh?' and added, ‘A pity its non-systematic situation has turned out so badly.’ ‘No, no,’ said the mayor, drawing SOLZH slightly down to him and whispering in his ear. ‘That system of no-system was putting on airs yesterday; the antecedent of its only a singularity that could not create anything systematic anyhow, and one of the most simple of the system of all systems of the world.’ At this moment the mayor seemed like a child to SOLZH. ‘What a rascal!’ SOLZH said, laughing. However, the mayor did not join in his laughter, but furiously cried, ‘My father is not a rascal neither.’ ‘Oh, come along!’ said SOLZH ‘You think every rascal is destitute including you, I wonder?’ ‘No,’ said the mayor, diffidently but gravely, ‘I don’t think I'm rascal.’ ‘You’re a very bad observer, then,’ said SOLZH. Mayor subdued not ‘The fact is, and just between you and me, I really am not rascal. As a result I probably feel no less respect for the situation of the rascals than you do, but I am honest as you and shall always admit it.’ And SOLZH to cheer the mayor and show his own good-will, he tapped him lightly on the cheek impudently. At this the man did begin to pout a little forever before the vile people.They were only males and females as the people ought to be even they had been imaginative with a soft and almost meaningless face. Instead of that bare and mere truth how had they come to marry their stout or lean, elderly or young wives or husbands, who could be seen through a hatch bustling about their houses or offices hands in their pockets, on their hips elbows jutting, huh? But apart from the existences-MESO and SOLZH-in his soul did not want to probe the persons any further now, or wipe the smile they had finally won from each other off other people's face; he just signed to the mayor to open the door and stepped out into the fine morning snowy as it be in the arctic regions and sunny as on the equatorial belt. Now he could see the main government block afar, distinctly outlined in the clear air, and standing out even more distinctly because of the thin covering of shadows lying everywhere and changing the shape of everything. In fact, much less concrete buildings' silhouettes seemed to have fallen up on the governmental palace-as the grandmother of SOLZH qualified-than here in the town centre, where he found not it as difficult to make his way along the road as it had never been in the past.
    Here the spirit of time came up to the cottage frame of the portrait and weighed down on the low rooftops, while on the government's building everything rose into the air, free and light, or at least that was how it looked from where SOLZH was. Altogether the huge official block at least seeming huge as seen in a heightened up distance, lived up to his expectations, and it should be remembered that there was three "his" in on "his". It was neither an old historically from the days of The Ottoman Empire nor a showy new structure, but an extensively impressive building, a few of its parts with two windows in one room, but many of them had a single embroidered one and crowded close together. If SOLZH hadn’t known it was a block he might have taken it for a middle sized palace peculiar to middle sized towns. SOLZH saw only a single climbing attachment on its roof as a tower, and could not make out whether it was a dwelling or belonged to other people not dwelling there.

    TO BE CONTINUED....
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    THE NEWEST NOVEL BY SOLZHENITSOF:

    THE LOVE OF ONE IN TWOS

    CHAPTER II

    He, and the other he-MESO adding to them another he-SOLZH, within the existence of The Twos-would like to see the flocks of crows to be circling around the place the one in twos namely he. His eyes fixed on the government building, he went on with making nothing, and paying no attention to anything else. But as he came closer nowhere he thought that building disappointing; after all, it was only a poor kind of collection of windows and the magnificent gate helped by the humble door assembled into a meaningless non-living but intimidating silhouette, and distinguished only by the fact that, while it might all be built of stone, the paint to much solid to be flaked off , and the stone itself seemed to be much more solid than its first day after having been accomplished. He thought fleetingly of his own home town, which was neither superior nor inferior to the city loved by Pushkin. If he had come here only to see the place, he would have made a long journey for nothing much, and he would have done better to revisit the old home that he hadn’t seen for so long. In his mind, he compared the minaret's style of the newly built mosques of Erzurum the church tower of his childhood home with the tower up above while he was grinning... The former, tapering into a untouchable pseudo space carrying to the minds something attached to the word vertex and coming down to a broad vortex, was certainly an earthly building-what else can they build? And yet it had been erected for a higher purpose than those huddled, low-built houses and made a clearer statement than the dull, workaday world of this place did. The tower up here-the only visible one-now turned out to belong to a dwelling, perhaps the main part of the magically impressive town induced city. It was a simple, hugely round, partly covered with mildew, and it had small windows, now shining in the sun-there was something crazed about the sight-and was built into the shape of a throne at the top, with insecure, irregular battlements, crumbling as if drawn by an anxious or careless child as they stood out, zigzag fashion, against the blue sky. It was as if some melancholy inhabitant of the place, who should really have stayed locked up in the most remote room in the house, had broken through the roof and was standing erect to show himself to the world. Once again he plunged thoroughly into the means of "The Collage Style" and not seemed to inclined being stopped, as if standing still improved his powers of literature his attention was distracted. Beyond the place therein all three viz. MESO, SOLZH, and he was living generally in one He remembered the chapels of the chapels-of the old good days of childhood-where he now was remembering them even if in fact it was only some sanctuary like sanctuaries not to use only when praying but taking refuge after having escaped from the bare truth of the ordinary times extended like a barn so that it could hold the whole congregation. One of them was a long, low building, curiously combining the character of something temporary and something very old, and it stood in a fenced garden that was now covered with the fallen leaves for there were no trees. The good believers were just coming out, with their, say monks. They crowded around him, all eyes were fixed on him, and they were talking away the whole time, so fast that he couldn’t make out what they were saying. The monk, a big, tall, broad-shouldered middle age man who held himself very upright, but without appearing ready to make any joke, had already seen him from a distance after all, apart from his own little flock he was the only living soul to be seen far and wide. He was not the stranger there, greeted everybody first, noticing that despite his deeply dignified situation he was neither giving order to any nor used to being in command. ‘Good morning, sir,’ MESO said. All at once the other pious people fell silent, and the monk probably appreciated that sudden silence in anticipation of his remarks.‘Looking at the outer world or making an inner observation, was I or rather was he, were SOLZH, MESO and I actually the twos in me?’ he asked, more gently than MESO and SOLZH had expected, but in a tone suggesting that he didn’t like what the twos in one was doing. ‘Yes,’ said I ‘I’m a stranger here and there; in my existence and in and around the world, walking in the streets of the city Pushkin had liked very much if not loved; I arrived in the city only yesterday evening.’ ‘Don’t we like Erzurum?’ the MESO and SOLZH was or rather were quick to ask. ‘What?’ he asked in return, slightly surprised. He repeated the question in a milder tone. ‘Do I, say the twos in one like the city? What makes all of us think that I don’t?’ ‘Strangers never do,’ said the SOLZH while MESO giggling in another saying he both would say something and giggle somehow. Here he changed the subject, to avoid saying anything he himself didn’t like, and asked, ‘I expect I know both the city and myself ?’ ‘No,’ said SOLZH and MESO, and he was about to turn away, but one in twos-he wasn’t giving up, and asked again: ‘What? I don’t know the myself?’ ‘What makes you think I would?’ asked both SOLZH and MESO very quietly, and he added in a louder voice, speaking French: ‘Kindly recollect that we’re i.e. the ingredients of he say he or I in the same composition of innocent parts of mind but super-ego!’This made "He" thought he might properly ask: ‘Could I visit my other basics to exist one day, huh? I should be here for some time, and feel rather isolated; I don’t fit in without local rustics induced rustic city-Erzurum here, and I don’t suppose I might fit in at the Girls' Lyceum either.’ First MESO then SOLZH answered: ‘There’s no distinction between the local people and the government cell of the governor according to the present there,’ and opposed "He" then ‘Maybe not,’ said "He", ‘but that makes no difference to my situation. May I visit there some time?’ MESO and SOLZH remarked ‘We lodge in the space of the same soul, at the same trunk, say body.’ This was more of a statement than an invitation, but all the same he in the name of "twos in one" said: ‘Good, then I’ll go there!’ Everybody nodded, say "He" nodded, and went on with the crowd in the nearest lane, who all started shouting at him, 'Welcome!' And yet they soon disappeared along a street that ran steeply both downhill and upwards.Altogether neither he nor MESO and SOLZH-briefly He- namely on in twos or even one in threes-was distracted, and not fretting at this process galloping towards conversations to succeed each other . For the first time since one in threes arrival he felt real virility so that was in a deeper need of reaching to the gate lf The Girls Lyceum. At first the long journey here had not seemed to affect negatively him at all, and he could walk for days, step after step, on and on, and yet then all that physical strain was claiming its due, and at just the right time. HE-One in threes-was irresistibly drawn to seek new acquaintances, under the stipulation that no new acquaintance should left him wearier than ever. If he forced himself to walk at least as far as the entrance to the lyceum, that was more than enough in his present state. So he walked on, but it was a long way. For he was in the main street of Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum, and that street was The Republic City of course lead to both the Islamic Monks' secondary school-IMAM HATIP-and The Girls' Lyceum of which he had fallen in love in an antecedent way of hope merely passed close to it before turning aside, as if on purpose, and although it moved no further away from the lyceum, it came no closer either. HE kept thinking that the road must finally bring him to the Girls Lyceum, and, if only because of that expectation, he went on. Because of his weariness he naturally shrank from leaving the road, and he was to find the middle sized city by the non-extent of the Pushkin's beloved city, which seemed as if it would end, with little lanes with their little pavements covered by leaves, and with the general aspect and of any humanist beings so at last he tore himself away from the road on which he had persisted and struck out down one of those narrow alleys where the serenity lay even deeper. Pulling his soul out of that ultra calm as the stones kept curtaining the area was hard work. He broke out in a sweat, and suddenly he stopped and instead of the fact that he could go further and further. But he wasn’t entirely alone after all, there were pedestrians to his right and his left.He imagine to make a handmade cake of the thin dust over the leaves for the surface of the fallen leaves and threw it at the precious accessories decorating the prayer cap the mayor used to wear outdoors. Suddenly he saw the main gate of the Girls' Lyceum, and behind that front door opened at once a second door the first door he had seen having been opening on his entire walk all the way through the building... The he saw an old man in a fume dominant colour fur coat without giving no hint to judge the colour whether it was dyed regularly or generally seemed soiled as it was , his head on one side, looking both frail and friendly. ‘May I come into your school director's room for a little while?’ asked he. ‘I’m very tired.’ He did not hear what the old man was saying, but gratefully he realized that a plank was being pushed his way. This got him clear of the famous dust of Pushkin's beloved city-Erzurum straight away, and a few more paces took him into the waiting partition of the directorate parlour. It was a large, strongly enlightened room, and coming in from outside, he could see nothing at first. HE-the one in threes-say he himself, MESO and SOLZH staggered not together but MESO smiled, SOLZH laughed and as a natural output of his being rejoiced he grinned a wry grin nearly as a mender whose pincers fell over a washing trough to be waiting for being rescued by another pincers while a lad teacher’s hand caught him. He heard a number of adolescent girls shouting in one corner. Steam billowed out of his consciousness, turning the twilight into brightness through the adventure of his searching for a girl whose age should be under eighteen years old there to be engaged. Either twos in one or three in one-no matter the situation of such existence like that or other-might have been surrounded by clouds.‘He’s seriously after love,’ someone said. ‘Who are you?’ cried a voice, and added, probably turning to the old man: ‘Why did you let him in? Are we to let in everyone who goes slinking around the Girls' Lyceum?’ ‘I’m the Lord’s chosen hunter, hunting some hints and clues to reach a great and non-amoral processes,’ said he, by way of justifying himself to the still-invisible speaker. ‘Oh, it’s kind of monk rendering surveillance on the path of love, huh?’ remarked a mademoiselle's voice, and then there was total silence in the shape of clamour. ‘You know me?’ asked he ‘Yes, indeed,’ was all the first voice said again, briefly. Knowing who HE-twos or threes in one, was didn’t seem to recommend his existence to those people. At last some of the sensational steam drifted away, and gradually he was able to get his bearings. This seemed to be wash-day for the school. Draperies were being washed near the door. But the vapour came from every corner, where a lot of janitors shouldering the burden of protecting the were having a bath in steaming water in several wooden tubs solid and brilliant so that they might only be made of ceramics in more crisp materials than any he had ever seen before!
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    God damned turco islamic terror induced turkey soviet's agents-the enemies of the east and west europe, and the mentality based on the action of eradicating turco-islamic terror, nortth korea and iran or rather the culprits of theirs namely green/red turkey soviet are going on with hacking my writing!!!!!!!!!!
    Instead of that inhuman attacks let's carry on with "novel":
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