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Kaveh Mirabbasi's books; A translator who reached the beauty of life from cold nakedness

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Sren Kierkegaard, the famous philosopher and father of existentialism, once wrote: "When you lose a dream, you lose yourself." This is the same word that a poet like Langston Hughes, the King of Harlem poets, expressed in poetry: "Don't lose your dreams/Because if you lose your dreams/Life will be like a desert/In which the snow freezes" but Kaveh's life is terrifying , the well-known translator and author who has more than sixty works under his belt tells us that they were wrong. With the loss of the dream, life does not turn into a cold barrenness, and a person is not lost. In this article, we introduce some of Kaveh Mirabbasi's works.

Kaveh Mirabbasi's biography

Nowruz 1334 for Seyed Ebrahim and Mahmanzhar, employees of the National Bank They got to know each other at work and fell in love with each other. A few hours before the delivery of the new year, they were setting the Haftsin table and preparing the supplies for the Nowruz parties when they left for the hospital. In the new year, he gave them a chubby and calm boy with hazel eyes, who was named Kaveh.

Kaveh's childhood days and nights were spent in his father's room. A room filled to the ceiling with books, newspapers and magazines enchanted him. Before he learned to read and write, he would sit on the floor, pick up a book and try to sit and look at it for hours like his father.

His parents enrolled him in the French language school of Saint Louis. Seven-year-old Kaveh studies in French in the mornings and Persian in the afternoons. At home, after doing his homework, he would pick up one of the books and magazines from his father's library and enjoy reading and enjoying himself.

The desire to write and translate was awakened in him with the support of his non-stop reading and encouragement from his father. . He started writing and very soon his stories and translations were published in the popular and popular magazine "Kihan Bechaha". He also translated a book for the collection of Legends of Nations by Amir Kabir Publications. But the dream of twelve-year-old Kaveh was cinema. It was the beginning of the film. He watched at least two movies a week and devoured movie magazines.

In the second year of the 1950s, immediately after graduating from high school, he traveled to France to become a lawyer, but his desire to reach his lover made him suffer. To live the journey, he settled in Bucharest, the capital of Romania, to study at the film school of this city.

After obtaining his master's degree, he went to the land of the matadors to complete his film studies. He was preparing the preparations for writing his doctoral thesis under the title "Suspension in Literature and Cinema" when the times showed him its black face and destroyed his dream. The situation changed. Lack of money and poverty forced him to leave the university, settle in the city of Barcelona and teach for a decade in the language institute he founded. What he hated. But he liked translation, even though it was not his favorite job. Bad luck struck him again. The economic crisis hit Spain and Europe and caused Kaveh to return to Iran after seventeen years.

In the early 1970s, he wrote a series for the second TV channel, which was never produced. After that, the plans he presented to write the screenplay were rejected to make him realize that he is not familiar with the rules of working in "value" and "national" cinema. He resumed translating professionally with the publication of "August Strindbury" from the collection of the pen generation and the novel "Shadow of the Guillotine". He has made a transition in Iranian literature and translated the works of the world's best authors - Fall, Plague, Animal Farm, 1984, etc. - into Farsi, showing that despite the fact that his dream was destroyed, he created a dream for the audience by giving the cleanest translations. /p>

In this article, we introduce some of Kaveh Mirabbasi's works:

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When Olga Tokarchuk won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2018, many people in the world still had no knowledge of her works. Now, his works are often translated into different languages and sometimes movies are made based on his stories. The movie adaptation of "On the Bones of the Dead" in 2017 brought the most familiarity with this author. "On the Bones of the Dead" is an original story of a combination of crime and mystery with the adventures of a lonely woman, Enina Doshiko, in a village that is suffering from winter decay until the news of a murder is heard in Doshiko's neighborhood. On the very first page of the book, Doshiko is woken up from her sleep to get her caught up in a new adventure.

Anina Doshiko is a lonely woman who lives with her two dogs and spends her time on astronomy and Blake's poems. He takes care of the houses of the rich people in the region during their absence and in short, he lives a strange life, which is doubled by the presence of a murderer near him, and little by little It comes down to madness. Polish winter with relentless rain and extreme cold, as well as the bad silence of nature around the village, all of them, cause a cold atmosphere in the midst of mysterious crimes. Creating such a cold and silent atmosphere is placed along with the diversity of the woman's interests in the story so that the audience becomes a companion of the seekers of the truth. The wayfarer walks the valley of death firmly, a righteous man. I have reached an age and my health condition is such that I must be careful to wash my feet properly before going to sleep; Once, they had to take me by ambulance in the middle of the night. If I had consulted the astronomical calendar that evening to see what was happening in the sky, it would have been impossible for me to go to bed at all. But unaware of everything, I had fallen asleep very deeply, because I had drunk a decoction of hops, along with two hyacinth pills. That's why when I woke up in the middle of the night with a knock on the door - hard and unrepentant, meaning definitely bad news - I couldn't immediately gather my senses. I jumped up and leaned on the bed and managed to keep my balance on my feet with difficulty, because my numb and trembling body was unable to wake up from the innocence of sleep to the realm of awakening. I felt weak and staggered as if I was going to pass out. Unfortunately, I have been experiencing this condition a lot recently; It must be related to my illnesses. I had to sit down and repeat to myself several times, "In my house, at night, someone is knocking on the door", so that I could control my nerves. As I was looking for my slippers in the dark, I heard the person who was knocking on my door is now walking around the mansion. Downstairs, in the electrical meter compartment, I keep the paralyzing pepper spray Mr. Confused gave me to deal with poachersI remembered it instantly. Kormal, I managed to find the familiar and cold form of Afshana and armed myself against the uninvited guest; Just then, I turned on the light outside. I looked at the porch from a small side window. The snow rustled and my neighbor was found in the square of my sight; What I have named is Ghorbati.

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1984

Only three countries of Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia There are people in the world who are always fighting with each other. In the country of Oceania, society is divided into three classes: workers, ordinary party members, and high-ranking members who must obey the big brother or party leader. Writing is prohibited in this country, and they do not have the individual and human freedoms of local Arabs. The only important issue is the party. BingMag.com <b>Kaveh</b> <b>Mirabbasi's</b> <b>books;</b> A <b>translator</b> <b>who</b> <b>reached</b> the <b>beauty</b> of <b>life</b> <b>from</b> <b>cold</b> nakedness

Not familiar with the above descriptions? Think a little. Yes, you guessed right. We quoted parts of the novel "1984" which was translated and released by Kaveh Mirabbasi.

"Eric Arthur Beliria" was born in India and before he was one year old, he immigrated to Britain with his parents. did In order to be recognized as an English person, he introduced himself with the pseudonym "George Orwell". gives, it shows a utopia drowned in ruin and blackness, where human weakness and ignorance are virtues. But "Winston Smith", the main character of the novel, who is a revolutionary, a thinker and an ordinary member of the party, tries with the help of a girl named "Julia" to preserve human dignity, restore love and friendship to the society, and restore the utopia of Big Brother. destroy it.

In a part of the novel "1984", we read:

"His father disappeared some time ago, he could not remember how long ago. What he remembered most clearly was the difficult situation of those days: occasional fears of air raids and sheltering in subway stations, garbage heaps everywhere, unintelligible notices posted on street corners, groups of young people all wearing the same color shirts, immeasurably long queues in front of bakeries. , the intermittent firing of machine guns in the distance, and above all, that they never got enough food.

He remembered long afternoons spent with the other boys rummaging through garbage cans and garbage heaps, looking for cabbage leaves, potato skins. sometimes even the pieces of stale bread, which they carefully shook off the dust and ashes; And also the hours they spent waiting for the passing of the trucks that passed through certain routes and knew that they were taking feed for the cattle and when they passed the bumps, sometimes pieces of oil meal would fall out of them."

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The Fall

Albert Camus' last work of fiction, which was not finished and was published in 1956, is a philosophical novel. With the theme of innocence, spiritual imprisonment, nothingness and truth. The author presents a non-religious account of Adam's "descent" from the "Garden of Eden" by drawing a disturbing and sarcastic picture of modern man trapped in a self-made hell.BingMag.com <b>Kaveh</b> <b>Mirabbasi's</b> <b>books;</b> A <b>translator</b> <b>who</b> <b>reached</b> the <b>beauty</b> of <b>life</b> <b>from</b> <b>cold</b> nakedness

It is not without reason that the American critic Alfred Galpin chose the title "Dante in Amsterdam" for his article about this novel. Jean-Paul Sartre considers The Fall to be Camus's most beautiful novel, which is less understood than his other works of fiction.

This work reveals the reality of human nature, which may be painful. With his sensitive soul, Camus sees the hypocrisy under the mask of chastity that most people try to put on their faces. Jean-Baptiste is a lawyer who has put hats on other people's heads all his life to fill his pockets. But now he has decided to repent and give up his sins. But the demon inside him won't let him.

When he looks at his past, he sees himself as a righteous person, but he knows it's a lie. In an inner monologue with himself, he realizes that in the war between good and evil in humans, evil has always won, because instinct and ego are behind every evil.

In a part of the novel Fall, we read:

"Did you know that in our small village, in a punitive action, a German officer politely asked an elderly woman to choose one of her two sons, who were among the hostages, to be shot? The one? No, this one. And they took the side. Let's not confuse our minds too much with this issue, but, believe me, the possibility of surprise should not be underestimated. I knew a good-hearted person who never had a middle ground with suspicion. He was peaceful and free-spirited and loved both humans and animals. I say without a doubt: Incomparable in purity of soul! Well, during the last religious wars in Europe, Behrosta had taken refuge. On the door of his house he wrote "Wherever you are, please come in, keep your foot in sight". who do you think accepted this loving invitation? A handful of militiamen who called it their home entered and tore his stomach.

Wow! I apologize, ma'am! Anyway, he didn't catch anything from my words. We're on our own, even though it's late and it's been raining for a few days, the crowd here is surprising! Fortunately, Jane gives us relief, like a glimmer in the darkness. Do you feel that coppery golden glow radiating within you? I like to wander around the city in the evening, inflamed by the heat of the jeans. Often, I walk all night, fantasize, or engage in endless self-talk. Yes, like tonight, and I'm afraid I'll end up bothering you. My vocabulary is full; As soon as I open my mouth, the sentences flow. This country inspires me. I like this crowd that bustles on the sidewalks, trapped in the narrow space between the houses and the water, surrounded by the fog and the cold land and the boiling sea like water. I like them because they are like siblings. At the same time, they are here and somewhere else. /2207/22016-5.jpg" alt="BingMag.com Kaveh Mirabbasi's books; A translator who reached the beauty of life from cold nakedness" loading="lazy">

The Plague is a novel that Albert Camus published in 1947. He speaks with a symbolic language and in fact he is trying to depict the ugly face of fascism in this novel. The story takes place in the city of Aran in Algeria. Suddenly a disease spreads. This disease, which seems to have spread from rats to humans, kills many people, but the city officials are not interested in talking about it and do not even confirm the existence of rats. But with the death of a large number of people, the city is put under quarantine. Some family members have been separated and many have fled.

Dr. Rio, the brave doctor who narrates the story, together with Jean Tarot, one of the passengers, establishes a volunteer health organization to fight the disease. In the meantime, the priest of the city believes that this disease was revealed because of sin and to punish the people, and there is no use in taking action against it.

In a part of the novel Plague, we read: The way for a person to know a city is to find out how people work there, how they love and how they die. In our small town, perhaps the weather has caused them to do all three more or less the same: eagerly but indifferently. That is, because they are boring for us, we are serious about becoming their favorite thanks to their habit. Our fellow citizens work a lot, but only to get rich. Their interest is clearly in business and to, as they say, start a business and do business. Of course, they are not oblivious to simple pleasures and women like cinema and swimming in the sea. But, according to reason, they postpone these pleasures to Saturday night and Sunday, and the rest of the days of the week they try to pocket money. In the evenings, when they leave their office, they gather in cafes at a certain time, walk in a certain boulevard or watch the street from the balcony. The desires of young people are fiery and fleeting, and the bad habits of older people do not go beyond an extreme interest in ball games, friendly banquets, and gatherings where heavy gambling is done and large sums of money are won and lost. All the people of this era are like that. Undoubtedly, nowadays it has become very common for people to work from morning to evening and waste the rest of their lives playing cards and hanging out in cafes. But the cities And there are countries whose people, from time to time, are worried about something else. Usually, this does not change their lives. They only had the concern, but this is also not without benefit. Oran, on the contrary, is apparently a city without worries, that is, a completely modern city. With this in mind, I don't see the need to elaborate on how to love my fellow citizens. Men and women either very quickly devour each other in what is called lovemaking, or they engage in long-term cohabitation. There is often no middle ground between these extremes. This is not very original either. In Oran, like in many other places, we have to fall in love unknowingly. The most exceptional feature of our city is that here one gets in trouble to die. To be honest, "trouble" is not the right word, maybe it's more correct to say discomfort." /strong>

In this book, George Orwell discussed the theme of betrayal of ideals and totalitarianism and criticized dictatorial governments full of suffocation.BingMag.com <b>Kaveh</b> <b>Mirabbasi's</b> <b>books;</b> A <b>translator</b> <b>who</b> <b>reached</b> the <b>beauty</b> of <b>life</b> <b>from</b> <b>cold</b> nakedness

Animal Farm is a short novel that tells the story of a group of farm animals. These animals rebel and take the authority of the farm from its owner.

"Animal Farm" is an allegorical work and still has a high value and position as a political story. The book begins with the old major's dream. In his dream, he sees that all the animals live happily without humans and their bullies.

Major brings this dream to the animals and encourages them to try to make it come true. But he dies three nights after speaking.

The farm animals start a massive riot and drive out the original owner of the farm. These rebel animals are led by Napoleon, a young pig. Shortly after coming to power, he oppresses and oppresses the opponents like the owner of the farm.

In a part of the novel Animal Farm, we read:

"The Major continued: There is not much left to say. I just repeat, always remember your enmity with Bani Bashar and his pranks. No matter what happens, two-legged creatures are our enemies, and every animal that walks on four legs or has wings is our friend. Remember this too, in the battle with humans, we should not allow ourselves to become like them. Even when you get over it, don't get used to its ugly habits. No animal should ever live in a house, or sleep on a bed, or wear clothes, or drink liquor, or go to tobacco, or touch money or engage in business. All the habits of people are the source of evil. And most importantly, no animal should ever oppress its fellows. Weak or strong, clever or naive, we are all brothers. No animal should ever kill another animal. All animals are equal.

And now, friends, I will tell you about my dream last night. I really cannot describe it. I saw the dream of the globe, when Adam reduced its evil. But it reminded me of something I had long forgotten: many years ago, when I was still a child, my mother and the other piglets would often sing a hymn to which they only knew the tune and the first three words. In my childhood, I knew this song, but it was erased from my mind over time. But last night, not only his song came to my mind, but his poem also came alive in my dream; A poem that I am sure was read by the animals of long ago and was forgotten generations ago. Now I sing that hymn for you, my friends. I am old and my voice is hoarse and hoarse, but you can sing the song that I taught you more beautifully. It's called Animals of England.

The old major straightened his chest and began to sing. As he said, his voice was rough, but he was able to understand the song; The song was a melodious mix of Clementine and Lacocaracha ballads. The words were lined up like this:

Animals of England and Ireland/Animals of every land and climate/The soulful promise of the golden age/Blow to your ears like a breeze./The day of liberation will come, the sorrow of the humble/The oppression of mankind will be eradicated/The fruitful field and the spacious land/Your and mine will become the saddle of the homeland/The nose ring that was shame and disgrace/The expensive yoke, the silence of the pure souls/The bridle and the weight and two hundred trees/Let them rot in the soil and abyss." 2207/22016-7.jpg" alt="BingMag.com Kaveh Mirabbasi's books; A translator who reached the beauty of life from cold nakedness" loading="lazy">

This long story written by Olga Tokarchuk, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, has a strange, interesting and exciting story. In this work, you will be accompanied by a doctor and a king and you will travel to the Europe of old centuries. A journey in the heart of different parts of Europe, acquaintance with Polish customs and finally the surprising meeting of two strange green children. It happened when I was staying in Poland. A few years earlier, I had come to that land at the invitation of Ludovica Maria Gonzaga, the wife of John II Casimir, King of Poland, to serve as a royal physician. It goes without saying that I could not refuse such an invitation, especially for personal reasons that I will mention here. I don't see it necessary. What a secret from you, I was tormented when I decided to travel to Poland, because I did not know any land that was so far from the world I was familiar with, and therefore, I considered myself the center of escape, the one who distances himself from the focus. who knows what kind of heel is spinning there. I was afraid of foreign customs, but the unpredictable, cold and humid weather of that country was the cause of my fear. I was always reminded of the fate of my friend Ren Descartes, who a few years ago, at the invitation of the Queen of Sweden, stayed in the frozen northern palaces of distant Stockholm. What a loss for the world of science! Fearing that a similar fate would happen to me, I had brought some beautiful and high-quality skins from France with me, but in the first year it became clear that they were too light and thin for the local climate. The king, who soon established a true friendship and friendship between us, gave this wretch a wolf skin that reached up to my leg and I did not take it off from October to April. I also covered myself with it during the voyage between Lithuania and Lviv, described here, although it was late March. Be aware, dear reader, that the winters in Poland are very hard and the cold is so severe that they cross the frozen Baltic Sea to reach Sweden and, during carnival days, they often set up a crafty market on the ice of small rivers and ponds. This season of the year lasts a long time and snow covers the plants; Therefore, there is very little opportunity left for the botanist to investigate and research in the field of his knowledge. In fact, the fate of the situation forced me to pay for people instead of plants."

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Ulrica and eight other stories

In this work there are nine stories You can read the two collections "The Book of Sand" and "The Brody Report" written by Jorge Luis Borges and translated. All the stories except the story of "Another Duel" have been translated into Farsi for the first time. Ulrika is the story of the meeting of a middle-aged man and a young girl (both from the educated class) in a hotel and their short love story. The second story; Sect 3 is a narration of a document that refers to a strange sect. A sect whose people behave differently from the behavior of the church. The third story; The Night of Gifts is the story of a young man who tries to hide his weaknesses at a party among nobles and young women. The fourth story; Onder is a story from the 11th century AD, this story is as if it was translated from an ancient text. the fifth story; War Trick* is the story of the conflict between two men who enter into a difficult adventure without wanting to. The sixth story; Abelino Arredondo is the story of a man with the same name, small and green, who is generally avoided by others. He is against war and his career makes a different path for him. The seventh story; Jeddah is the story of the last survivor of a generation who were war heroes. The narration of an elderly lady who has seen everything. The eighth story; Duel is the story of a tall and intelligent woman with red hair who has led a different life from women of her generation, and the ninth story; Another duel is the story of an old hatred that has never been erased and now shows itself again. I don't remember anything else. The next day, I came to the dining hall early. I saw from behind the window that it was snowing. The frozen ground was lost in the morning light. No one was there except Ulrika. He invited me to sit at his table. He said he likes to walk alone.

I remembered one of Schopenhauer's jokes and answered: "So do I." We can go for a walk together alone."

We stepped on the frozen snow and walked away from the guest house. Bani Beshri was not around. I suggested that we go to Torgate, which is on the slope next to the river and is a few miles away from there. I know that I was in love with Ulrika from that moment; I didn't want anyone else to be by my side.

Suddenly, I heard a wolf howl from far away. I have never heard a wolf howl, but I am sure it was a wolf. Ulrika didn't raise an eyebrow.

A moment later, as if thinking out loud, she said: "Those damned swords I saw in York Cathedral yesterday seemed more shocking to me than the boats in the Oslo museum."

Our paths were separate. That evening, Ulrika was continuing her journey to London, and I was on my way to Edinburgh.

He said to me: "In Oxford Street, I will walk step by step the path that de Quincey took to find his lost Anne among Find a crowd." I replied: "Dequincey stopped looking. I've been looking for him for years."

He said in a low voice: "Maybe you finally found him."

I realized that hoping for an unexpected event is not an illusion and put my hand on my chest. will not eat I gave him a kiss. He pushed me back with firm gentleness, and then said, "I'll be yours at Torgate Inn." Until then, from you I want you not to reach out. It's better this way."

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Pedro Paramo

Rolfo is one of the most important Latin American writers who has published only two books. The long story "Pedro Paramo" and "Dasht Suzan" which is a collection of stories. Rolfo's stories take place in rural Mexico and narrate events from the post-revolutionary era of Mexico. Rolfo's world is tragic, full of hatred, violence and helplessness. (the title of the head of the tribe in some areas of Latin America, whose history goes back to the time before Christopher Columbus), a taciturn villager whose complex and contradictory personality is shrouded in a halo of ambiguity. The events of the story also take place in a mythological and earthly hell, with dead residents who are constantly in turmoil due to their past mistakes.

This is a classic and terrifying novel, in the style of magical realism, which combines myths, Christian beliefs, the concept of death and It challenges the relationship between father and son and briefly deals with the history of Latin America and Mexico. The theme of this novel is the absolute feudal authority before the Mexican Revolution.

Juan Perciado from the Jalisco state goes in search of his father Pedro Paramo, the head of the village of Comala, who abandoned him and his mother in the past because of the promise he made to his mother. And he was gone. A mule-man with a strange language takes him to the village but tells Preciado that Pedro Paramo died long ago. After some time, the reader realizes that the mule himself was also one of the dead and that he communicated with a ghost. Gradually, more and more dead people are revealed to the story. The dead, each of whom has served Pedro Pramo in some way. This is how the story of the mysterious village head is reconstructed and the reader gets to know his domineering, pleasure-seeking, deceitful and tempting face.

"Pedro Paramo" is a book that poetically depicts injustice The author makes the audience curious to follow the events by going back and forth in time. With the help of magical realism, "Juan Rolfo" takes his audience to the era of feudal authority before the Mexican Revolution and depicts it in a new way.

In a part of Pedro Paramo's novel we read:

"A The full moon shines in the middle of the world. I used to look at you so much that my eyes could not see anymore. The moonlight was flowing on your face. I couldn't get enough of watching that dream image, of watching you. Soft, in the embrace of the moonlight, your swollen and moist lips were like stars, and your complexion became clear from the dew. Susana, Susana San Juan."

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The Traveler who Came with the North Star

Police literature is one of There are fascinating genres of literature, Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, Detective Poirot, Detective Magre and... have always been fascinating characters with their own unique ways that lovers of detective novels have wished to be in their place at least once. Georges Simenon, the Belgian author, is the creator of detective Magre and his unique and fascinating stories. A writer who, according to critics, has not been able to match him in creating police stories. But when and where was the detective first seen? "The Traveler who Came with the North Star" is a story that introduces detective Magre with an interesting and exciting case to the readers of detective novels. BingMag.com <b>Kaveh</b> <b>Mirabbasi's</b> <b>books;</b> A <b>translator</b> <b>who</b> <b>reached</b> the <b>beauty</b> of <b>life</b> <b>from</b> <b>cold</b> nakedness

This novel is the first book of the Magre detective series, which was published by Fayar Publishing House in 1931. In this work, Jules Magre seeks to arrest an international criminal. In this work, Georges Simenon introduces the character who later becomes the most important character in his works. About the creation of this character, Simenon said: "I imagined a strong and strong man who seemed to be a reasonable inspector and added details little by little. A bowl hat, a thick coat with a velvet collar, and because it was cold and damp everywhere, I put a cast-iron heater in his office."

"There are things we are not proud of. If we talk about them, we will be the laughing stock of others. Despite this, it cannot be denied that their tolerance is considered a kind of heroism. He hadn't even blinked for a minute. from half past five to eight. The strong impulse of the train had endured in the compartments where the wind blew one's safety. Now with every step he took. Dirty water was running from his shoes, his hat was out of shape, his overcoat and coat were wet and crumpled. The strong wind, once, hits the big raindrops, like a slap, hard on his head and voice. It was quiet. Uphill and formless between the walls of the gardens, a flood was flowing through it.

He remained motionless for a long time. Even his pipe was wet in his pocket. It was never possible to hide near the villa. If someone passed by. They would see him and turn their heads. He might have to wait for hours and hours. There was no definite reason for a man to be in the house; And if it was Did you need to come out?

Yet, sullen and angry, as he filled his damp pipe with tobacco as far as he could, he stuck himself in a hollow...

Usually, judicial police officers did not indulge in such things. The top hand of this task was assigned to a detective chick. Between twenty-two and thirty years old, he had walked hundreds of times, for hours, in different places. With a thousand punishments, he was able to light a match. He had removed the sandpaper from the damp can; And what if at last one of the matches didn't miraculously light up. Did he leave and leave? from his hiding place, he could see nothing but a short wall and the green fence of the villa. His feet were stuck in the thorns. The cold was creeping on his neck and back."

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