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Arı Kovanına elini sokmuş yazar. İran bir arı kovanı. Hem bal var içinde; hem de iğne ve zehir. Neresinden baktığınıza bağlı her şey. Tarih, kültür, edebiyat, şiir efsane açısından bakıldığında hazineler barındıran bir coğrafya. Türk Kültür ve edebiyatını derinden etkilemiş. İnanç, sosyal hayat, kadın, fikir özgürlüğü, demokrasi açısından baktığınızda, bir gayya kuyusu. Din, mezhep, aynasını tutunca Zerdüşt ile Hz Muhammed ve Ehl-i beyti iç içe. Bir yanı gül bahçesi, bir yanı çöl. Bir elde gül bir elde h

Mevlâna 30 Eylül 1207 yılında bugün Afganistan sınırları içerisinde yer alan Horasan yöresinde, Belh şehrinde doğmuştur. Mevlâna'nın babası Belh şehrinin ileri gelenlerinden olup sağlığında Bilginlerin Sultanı ünvanını almış olan Hüseyin Hatibî oğlu Bahaeddin Veled'dir. Annesi ise Belh Emiri Rükneddin'in kızı Mümine Hatun'dur. Bazı siyasi olaylar ve yaklaşmakta olan Moğol istilası nedeniyle Belh'ten ayrılmak zorunda kalan Sultânü'l Ulemâ Bahaeddin Veled 1212 veya 1213 yıllarında aile fertleri ve yakın dost

Meyve ve sebze piyasasında yapılan bu çalışma, yazarın üç sene boyunca İstanbul Toptancı Hali'nde alıcı-satıcı olarak bulunup piyasa araştırması sonucu meydana gelmiştir. Bu çalışma sonucunda elde edilen bilgiler ve gözlemler bilimsel veri ve metotlar ile birleştirilip bilimsel tez haline getirilmiştir. Yapılan bu tez çalışmasına eklemeler ilave edilmiş olup güncel hale getirilerek kitaplaştırılmıştır. Bu kitapta Türkiye'de meyve-sebze piyasasında rol olan toptancı halleri, ulusal ve uluslararası zincir mar

Kıbrıs adası tarih boyunca Hitit İmparatorluğundan Britanya İmparatorluğuna kadar çok sayıda devletin hâkimiyeti altına girmiş ve çok farklı toplumların göçlerine maruz kalmıştır. Günümüzde ise Kıbrıs adasında Marunî, Ermeni ve Levantenler gibi bazı küçük azınlıklar dışında Rum ve Türk olmak üzere iki ana etnik grup yaşamaktadır. Bu çalışmada ise 1878'den günümüze kadar geçen yakın tarih çerçevesinde bu iki ana etnik grubunun çoğunluğunu oluşturan Rum toplumunda gelişen milliyetçiliğin değişiminin ve evrimi

Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any Thservice to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!

The present G present Government, having shown itself to be particularly clever in its management of Indictments for Conspiracy, cannot do better, we think (keeping in its fladministrative eye the pacification of some of its most influential and most unruly supporters), than indict the whole manufacturing interest of the country for a conspiracy against the agricultural interest. As the jury ought to be beyond impeachment, the panel might be chosen among the Duke of Buckingham's tenants, with the Duke of Bu

Ah! It's pleasant t to drop into my own easy-chair my dear though a little palpitating what with trotting up-stairs and what with trotting down, and why kitchen stairs should all be corner stairs is for the builders to justify though I do not think they fully understand their trade and never did, else why the sameness and why not more conveniences and fewer draughts and likewise making a practice of laying the plaster on too thick I am well convinced which holds the damp, and as to chimney-pots putting them

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The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay, wherein the footprints of their age Are petrified for ever. I received a letter the other day. It was from a man in Arizona. It began, Dear Comrade. It ended, Yours for the Revolution. I replied to the letter, and my letter began, Dear Comrade. It ended, Yours for the Revolution. In the United States there are 400,000 men, of men and women nearly 1,000,000, who begin their letters Dear Comrade, and end them Yours for

Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day. A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which

It is one of the agic legacies left by the great romancers, that the scenes and characters which they described should possess for most of us an air of reality, so convincing as sometimes to put staid history to the Thblush. The novelist's ideals become actual to the popular mind; while commonplace truth hides itself among its dry-as-dust records, until some curious antiquary or insistent pedant drags it forth to make a nine days' wonder. We sigh over 'Juliet's Tomb' in spite of the flprecisians, sup in the

In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in the Bohemian crowd of San Francisco, he was called Kit Bellew. And in the end he was known by no other name than Smoke Bellew. And this history of the evolution of his name is the history of his evolution. Nor would it have happened had he not had a fond mother and an iron uncle, and had he not received a letter from Gillet Bellamy.

There are few things f from which I derive greater pleasure, than walking through some of the principal streets of London on a fine Sunday, in summer, and watching the cheerful faces of the lively groups with which they are thronged. There is something, to my eyes at least, exceedingly pleasing in the general desire evinced by the humbler classes of society, to appear neat and clean on Ththis their only holiday. There are many grave old persons, I know, who shake their heads with an air of profound wisdom,

At one period of i one period of its reverses, the House fell into the occupation of a Showman. He was found registered as its occupier, on the parish books of the time when he rented the House, and there was therefore no need of any clue to his name. But, he himself was less easy to be found; for, he had led a wandering life, and settled people had lost sight of him, and people who plumed themselves on being respectable were shy of admitting that they had ever known anything of him. At last, among the mars

Lightly armed w armed with a paper-knife buttoned up under his fljacket, and waving the dreaded black flag at the end of a cane, the colonel took command of me at two P.M. on the eventful and appointed day. He had drawn out the plan of attack on a piece of paper, which was rolled up round a hoop-stick. He showed it to me. My position and my full-length portrait (but my real ears don't stick out horizontal) was behind a corner lamp-post, with written orders Thto remain there till I should see Miss Drowvey fa

It was vintage time in the valleys on the Swiss side of the Pass of the Great Saint Bernard, and along Ththe banks of the Lake of Geneva. The air there was charged with the scent of gathered grapes. Baskets, troughs, and tubs of grapes stood in the dim village doorways, stopped the steep and narrow village streets, and had been carrying all day along the roads and lanes. Grapes, split and crushed under foot, lay about Theverywhere. The child carried in a sling by the laden peasant woman toiling home, was qu

Day of the month a and year, November the thirtieth, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-five. London Time by the great clock of Saint Paul's, ten at night. All the lesser London churches strain their flmetallic throats. Some, flippantly begin before the heavy bell of the great cathedral; some, tardily begin three, four, half a dozen, strokes behind it; all are in ffsufficiently near accord, to leave a resonance in the air, as if the winged father who devours his children, had made a sounding sweep with h

It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, fland so being wholly neither. Gaslights flared in the shops with a haggard and unblest air, as knowing themselves to be night-creatures that had no business abroad under the sun; while the sun itself when it was for a few moments dimly indicated through circling