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coneyisl3nd · 1 year ago
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türkan şoray.
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coverias · 8 months ago
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humanistyazar · 1 year ago
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Mutluyduk be...
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lesewut · 4 months ago
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Farewell! My unfinished song!
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Aitmatov, Chingiz: ‘You my poplar in the red headscarf' was originally published in 1970, this version was translated into German by Yuri Elperin in 1986.
'There was only us, our happiness, the sky and the path. I opened the door, let her take a seat and got behind the wheel. We drove off without a destination. But what did it matter, it was enough for us to sit next to each other, look into each other's eyes and hold hands (…) The car flew along as fast as an arrow. The whole world was in motion, everything was rushing towards us: The mountains, the fields and the trees. The wind whistled in our ears, the sun shone in the sky, we laughed and breathed in the scent of wormwood and tulips. A steppe vulture, perched on the ruins of an old Kümbös, took off with a few beats of its wings and glided along the path as if it wanted to race us.'
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One of the most touching memories of my childhood are the old Turkish films from the 70s that I watched with my mother. I particularly remember the film adaptation of the book ‘Al yazmalim’ and when we watched the film again two years ago, we both cried and mountains of handkerchiefs sprang up on our laps. It's been a long time since I read a novel, but I devoured the letters to the end in one go and the tears kept blurring my vision. The contrast between the impetuosity of the protagonist and the fair grace of ‘his chulpan’, his morning star, with the uplifting description of the steppe in connection with the landscape of his own soul was an indescribable experience. Through the life in the Kyrgyz Ail and through his grandmother, with whom Aitmatow grew up for a time, he was deeply rooted in the life of the nomads and learnt about the extremely rich oral storytelling tradition of the Kyrgyz. In his narrative, he shows the colourfulness and pronounced solidarity of nomadic life, which takes on a new meaning under the changed conditions (the side effects of modernity, changed infrastructure and systematisation). His basic humanist attitude is reflected throughout, and he is particularly critical of the problem of marriage, which fundamentally ignores the female part and places decision-making power in the hands of the parents and the future husband.
‘On the day I left, I went to the lake. I stood on the hill close to the water and said goodbye to the mountains of Tienshan and Issyk-Kul. Farewell, Issyk-Kul, my unfinished song! How I would love to take you with me, with your blue water and your yellow shores, but that is denied to me, just as I cannot take the love of my nearest and dearest with me. Farewell, Asselj! Farewell, you my poplar in the red headscarf! Be happy!’
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yesilcambloger · 8 months ago
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Ne kadar masum aşklardı… Artık yalnızca adı kaldı …
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yesilcam1replik · 1 year ago
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Menekşe Gözler
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teskavremena · 2 years ago
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✨Türkan Şoray radiating that femme fatale energy✨
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iconsturkish · 1 year ago
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forevertheitgirl · 1 year ago
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seyyahihayat · 9 months ago
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gabbrietteslut · 1 year ago
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70s turkish women ୨♡୧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
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ozlemayral · 2 years ago
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MÜNİR ÖZKUL’UN KIZI GÜNER ÖZKUL ANLATIYOR
Babam'ın hastalığının daha yeni ortaya çıktığı dönem 2000'li yılların sonlarıydı ve ilk olarak hafıza kaybı ile başladı. Bir gün Kemal'i çok özledim hiç gelmiyor arayıp sormuyor dedi. Oysa Kemal Sunal 4 ay önce vefat etmişti, Öldüğünü söyleyemezdim çünkü babamın Kemal Abi'nin cenazesindeki perişan hali gözümün önünden hiç gitmiyordu.Film çekimi için şehir dışında ve meşgul olduğunu söyledim. Babam o zamanlarda hep ölen arkadaşlarının hayatta olduğunu sandı mutlu olmasını istediğimiz için vefat ettiklerini söylemedik. 2002 yıllarının ilk aylarına geldiğimizde babam zor yürüyor ve sürekli rahatsızlığından dolayı yatıyordu bir gün bana odasındaki televizyonun kanalını değiştirmemi söyledi kumandayla bir kaç kanal gezdim birden ekranda limonnn diye bağıran o efsane aktör çıktı karşımıza yani babam Neşeli Günler'in kavga sahnesine denk gelmiştik tebessümle babama baktım ama söylediği sözler ile bir anda gözlerim doldu:
"BEN BU ADAMI ÇOK SEVİYORUM ÇOK GÜZEL OYNUYOR ADI NE BU ADAMIN" dedi. O koca aktör artık kendinin kim olduğunu da hatırlamıyordu...😔
Münir Özkul'un Kızı Güner Özkul
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fabartists · 2 years ago
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Hande Erçel en Yeşilçam Party ✨
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yokbuyolunsonu · 19 days ago
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meftunn-21 · 1 year ago
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“Sisli Hatıralar” (1972) Tarık Akan ve Türkan Soray #birzamanlar
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fuckyeahcagatayulusoy · 6 months ago
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