Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

“In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked rather than …”

“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that d…”

“Ah ! Acaba güneş batmadan öleceğim doğru mu? Gerçekten mi? Bu ben miyim? Dışarı…”

“Chapter1”