One of the most important concepts for the person of the modern age is to “know”. It is also called knowing the verb that knows the information it wants to learn and describes the state of the information reached. The person who knows, omak should not forget that there is an education and training system that says that modern people are superior to others, and that they make their life and life easier. In response to the question of what is a modern person, I think the answer should be defined as “the desire to know, the desire to know, live”. We should not forget the “Knowledge is power” motto. Does knowing really make us strong? Or is it the other way around.
Let us exemplify this with a story by Ömer Seyfettin, an immortal and always young writer of Turkish literature;
High Heels
Mrs. Hatice was a wealthy lady who remained a very young widow. When he was thirteen, he hated what was called “stampede” because he had reached a husband at the age of sixty. It was almost ten years that the man’s imagination would come to his mind in the form of a nasty, abus [1], ruddy fantasy made of piles of rheumatism, sputum, cotton, vandoz, tincture diodes.
“Young people are different!” For those who say:
- Oh, oh! Are they one day and they don’t get old? Then who suffers?
He would scream.
His main curiosity was cleanliness and honesty. He would clean his mansion in Göztepe with his servant Eleni and his adopted Gülter every morning, shave his cook Mehmet every day, and compel the poor Bolulu boy to wear whites from head to toe. Eleni and Gülter were both honest. The cellar would not lock up, their money would stand in the square. Especially he did not say Mehmet’s honor. He couldn’t even raise his eyes while looking at him. Ms. Hatice had inspected her workforce men because she had not left the mansion anywhere. Habire would walk around the rooms, go up to the attic, go down to the kitchen. He said:
Be like me! Am I seeing anyone? Do not talk to neighbors’ servants or servants. The hand makes the man less!
Even Mehmet had kept this point to the point. A guest, a nurse or even a foreign cat did not enter his kitchen in the backyard. Mrs. Hatice, perhaps, would come down ten times a day, she would find her alone at the top of her pot. Hatice Hanım had another high heel curiosity besides her curiosity for cleanliness and honor. It was beautiful, chubby, chirping. However, as he was very short, he wore close-up heeled shoes. It turned into a coaster.
With these high heel he would descend the stairs in a crushing move, he would run up and down without twisting his feet. Finally a dizziness came. The doctor he called did not give medicine or anything:
- It is these heels that cause all your discomfort, ma’am, take them off. Wear comfortable, soft slippers. You have nothing left.
Hatice Hanım took the slippers from this wool, which was recommended by the doctor. It was really comfortable. He was dizzy in two days. He did not remain in his knees, calves. But like this, when his full body relaxed, his soul felt a deep punishment. Suddenly, his nine-year-old men had been morally broken within two days. He had seen Eleni brushing his tooth with his own toothbrush, and Gülter emptying the jar of jam in the cellar. Although Mehmet had no meat day, he caught an abundant field while eating the cutlet.
What happened to them? What happened to these?
He said. In a week, his men kept more than fifteen thefts and corruption. Seeing Mehmet, when he was snacking a big lenger rice pilaf with the neighbors of the neighbor pasha, he was surprised by what he would do with his anger. On that day, he paddled everywhere.
- Let’s see what are they playing now?
Said. There really was nothing left to be stolen. He got up a little late the next day. He went down. Gülter and Eleni were not in the square. He walked and went to the kitchen. When his eyes fell close to the door, less breath would stop. Mehmet collapsed on the short chair at the beginning of the hearth, sat Eleni on one knee, Gülter on one knee, and wrapped his thick arms like a rope belt in the waist of the two. Ms. Hatice immediately closed her eyes to avoid the disgrace of this plate. But because his ears didn’t have a cover, he couldn’t hear them talking.
Mehmet says:
- Ülen Gülter, you don’t bring sugar anymore?
Gultur: - All sides are locked, what should I do?
He said. Mehmet also said to Eleni in a strange smack: -
Why don’t you come tonight? Let’s make you halva!
He asks for his water, Eleni: -
We’ll get caught! Then the lady was fluttering to kick us out.
A crispy crunch began between them. Mrs. Hatice did not open her eyes, her heart slammed and listened with curiosity. Gultur: -
Oh those slippers! he said, it broke all our work. It is never heard that the lady came. Whatever we do, we get caught. What used to be good. We would hear from the rattles of high heel moving on the top floor of the house.
As Hasbihal extended, he heard the detailed stories of other disgrace that he could not see. He could not resist. He opened his eyes: -
You low, thief, dishonorable! Get out of my house now!
She cried. These nine-year-old loyal servants immediately knocked out the door.
Cook, worker, how much is it home now?
You low, thief, dishonorable! Get out of my house now!
She cried. These nine-year-old loyal servants immediately knocked out the door.
Separator.jpg
The cook, the worker, no matter how many men took home, all of them were cheeky, thief, faceless, dishonest. He did not come across a devoted two years. When he owned the property and had no trouble, this maid was weakened by his sadness, faded and faded. It will not be looked after! He wore high heel shoes. He was unable to see the stealing, bad luck and dishonesty of his servants.
Blood came to the gasoline. The song started to feel dizzy again. However, she does not show herself to the doctor, thinking that she will wear slippers without a hearing.
- At least my heart is comfortable now, he was saying.
[su_feed url=”https://www.fikrikadim.com/bilmek-mi-yoksa-yuksek-okceler-mi/”]
