"Ask bir cezadir. Yalniz kalmayi beceremedigimiz icin cezalandiriliyoruz. / L'amore č un castigo.Ci punisce di non aver saputo stare soli." Marguerite Yourcenar
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"Ask bir cezadir. Yalniz kalmayi beceremedigimiz icin cezalandiriliyoruz. / L'amore č un castigo.Ci punisce di non aver saputo stare soli." Marguerite Yourcenar
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Ludwig van Beethoven’in Fidelio operasi ilk kez 20 Kasim 1805’de Viyana,Theater an der Wien’de sahnelendi.
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1909 yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan, efsane ve masallara dayanan yapitlarin Isvecli yazari Selma Lagerlof’un dogum yil donumu (20 Kasim 1858)
“Bir zamanlar bir cocuk vardi, adi Nils Holgersson’du. Guney Isvecli fakir bir ciftcinin ogluydu. Uzun boylu, sari sacli, iri yapiliydi. Fazla bir ise yaramayan bir cocuktu, en sevdigi seyler ise yemek yemek ve uyumakti. En cok da ortaligi karistirmaktan zevk alirdi.Bir pazar sabahi kiliseye giden anne babasi onu evde yalniz basina birakti. Onlar donene kadar bir dinsel ogut okuyup ezberlemesi gerekiyordu. Nils okumaya basladi, ancak kafasi bir sey almiyordu, zaten kżsa bir sure sonra da uykuya dald,. Uyandiginda, annesinin buyuk demir sandiginin kapaginin acik oldugunu gordu, sandigin kenarinda ata biner gibi minnacik sisman bir cuce oturuyordu. Nils buldugu kucuk bir agla usulca cuceye yaklasti, ani bir hamleyle agi ustune atip onu yakaladi. Cuce kendisini serbest birakmasi icin Nils’e yalvardi, ailesine bir suru iyilik yaptigini soyleyip para teklif etti. Cocuk buna razi oldu, ancak sisman cuce agdan henuz yari yariya kurtulmusken verdigi sozden dolayi pisman olunca agi tekrar kapatti. Tam o sirada suratina korkunc bir tokat yedi, tokatin tesiriyle de adeta yerinden uctu ve basini duvara carpip oldugu yere yigilip kaldi. Bayilmisti. Kendine geldiginde, oda ona garip bir degisiklige ugramis gibi geldi: daha buyuk ve daha yuksekti, sanki butun cisimler olaganustu buyumustu. Daha once birkac adimda ulastigi masaya ulasabilmesi icin simdi eskisinden on misli daha fazla adim atmasi gerekmisti. Bir sandalyenin uzerine, ancak sandalyenin bacagina guclukle tirmanarak cikabildi. Sonunda masanin uzerine ulastiginda, orada bulunan bir aynaya gozu takildi. Birden aynanin icinden bir baska cucenin kendine baktigini gordu.”
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“Once there was a boy. He was, let us say, something like fourteen years old; long and loose ****ted and towheaded. He wasn't good for much, that boy. His chief delight was to eat and sleep, and after that he liked best to make mischief.It was a Sunday morning and the boy's parents were getting ready for church.The boy read and nodded and fought against drowsiness. But somehow he fell asleep. He did not know whether he had slept a short while or a long while; but he was awakened by hearing a slight noise back of him. Now the boy saw distinctly – in the glass – that the chest-lid was open. He could not understand how this had happened, for his mother had closed the chest before she went. She never would have left that precious chest open with only him here. At the first moment the boy hadn't the least idea as to what he should do with his catch; but he was only careful to swing the snare backward and forward, to prevent the elf from getting a foothold and clambering up.The elf began to speak, and begged, oh! so pitifully, for his freedom. He had brought them good luck these many years, he said, and deserved better treatment. Now, if the boy would set him free, he would give him an old penny, a silver spoon, and a gold coin, as big as the case on his father's silver watch.The boy didn't think that this was much of an offer; but it so happened that after he had got the elf into his power, he was afraid of him. He felt that he had entered into an agreement with something weird and uncanny; something which did not belong to his world; and he was only too glad to rid himself of the horrid creature.”
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George Bernard Shaw’un Doktorun Hatasi (The Doctor's Dilemma) oyunu ilk kez 20 Kasim 1906’da Londra, The Royal Court Theatre’da sahnelendi.
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Fransiz yonetmen, senarist ve yapimci Henri-Georges Clouzot’nun dogum yil donumu (20 Kasim 1907)
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Rus yazar Lev Nikolayevic Tolstoy'un olum yil donumu (20 Kasim 1910)
"Ask, olumun inkaridir, ask hayat demektir. Anlayabildigim her seyi ask sayesinde anliyorum.Her sey onda. Ask, Tanri demektir, olmek de askin ufacik parcasi olan benim, sonsuz ve buyuk kaynaga geri donmem demektir." Lev Tolstoy, Savas ve Baris
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"L'amore impedisce la morte. L'amore č vita. Tutto, tutto ciņ che io capisco, lo capisco solamente perché amo. Č solo questo che tiene insieme tutto quanto. L'amore č Dio, e il morire significa che io, una particella dell'amore, ritorno alla sorgente eterna e universale."¯ Lev Tolstoj, Guerra e Pace
"Vay! Benim guzelim!"¯ diye haykirdi Kont."Hepimizden baskin"¯ Onu kucaklamak istedi ama kadin kizararak, elbisesi burusmasin diye yana cekildi. / "Eeh! bellezza mia!" gridņ il conte. "Č meglio di voi tutte!" La voleva abracciare, ma ella, arrossendo, si scosto, per non sgualcirsi il vestito."¯ Tolstoy, Savas ve Baris / Guerra e Pace
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"Butun mesele insanlarin insana karsi sevgi gosterilmeyecek durumlar oldugunu dusunmeleridir.Oysa boyle durumlar yoktur.Esyalara karsi sevgisiz davranilabilir: Sevgisiz agac kesilebilir, tugla yapilabilir, demir dovulebilir; ama tipki arilara karsi dikkatsiz davranilamayacagi gibi insanlara karsi da sevgisiz davranilamaz."Lev Tolstoy, Dirilis
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1991'de Nobel Edebiyat Odulu'nu kazanan Guney Afrikali yazar Nadine Gordimer’in dogum yil donumu (20 Kasim 1923)
“Yalnizca yol kenarindaki yapraklari supuren copcu. Komsular gormus olabilir, ama bir hafta ici sabahinda herkes ya ise gitmistir ya da diger gundelik nedenlerle disaridadir. O, ailesinin evine vardiginda, kadin orada, park yeri girisinde gulumsuyordu ve birbirlerine sarilamayacak olmalarina neden olan bu tuhaf (ama gecici) durumu kabullenip dalga gecmeleri gerektigine dair isareti hemen hissetmisti. Gecmiste kalmis bir sarilma, gecmiste kalmis bir kucaklasmadan daha az duygusaldir. Her sey olagan. Copcu biten yazi supurerek geciyor. Isin saciyor. Kelimenin tam anlamiyla isin saciyor. Ama baslarinin uzerinde hale olan azizler gibi degil. Onu oldurmekte olan seyi tahrip etmek icin kullanilan zararli bir madde yuzunden cevresindekilere gorunmeyen tehlikeler saciyor. Sorun bogazindaydi. Tiroit bezi kanseri. Hastanede tecrit altinda tutuluyordu. Seslerden bile yalitilmisti; bir sure icin sesi yoktu, dilsizdi. Ses telleri de etkilenmis. Dokundugu her kim ya da ne olursa olsun, onlari yaydigi tehlikeye kontrolu disinda maruz birakiyor ve birakmaya devam edecek.” Yasamaya Bak
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“Only the street-sweeper swishing his broom to collect fallen leaves from the gutter.The neighbours might have seen, but in the middle of a weekday morning everyone would be out at work or away for other daily-life reasons.She was there, at the parents' driveway gate as he arrived, able to smile for him, and quickly sense the signal for them to laugh at, accept the strangely absurd situation (only temporary) that they could not hug one another. A foregone hug is less emotional than a foregone embrace. Everything is ordinary. The sweeper passes pushing the summer's end before him .Radiant. Literally radiant. But not giving off light as saints are shown with a halo. He radiates unseen danger to others from a destructive substance that has been directed to counter what was destroying him. Had him by the throat. Cancer of the thyroid gland. In hospital he was kept in isolation. Even that of silence; he had no voice for a while, mute. Vocal cords affected. He remains, he will be still, out of his control, exposing others and objects to what he emanates, whomever and whatever he touches.”
Ingiliz yazar John Gardner’in dogum yil donumu (20 Kasim 1926)
“Eger sanatin fikirleri guzel idiyse bu sanatin kabahatiydi, Ozan'in degil. Bir koor secici, neredeyse bir cilgin: Bir kus. Ormanda tatli tatli sakiyan kuslar var diye insanlar birbirlerini daha nazikce mi oldurduler?”
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“If the ideas of art were beautiful that was art’s fault, not the shaper’s. A blind selector, almost mindless: a bird. Did they murder each other more gently because in the woods sweet songbirds sang?”
“Neden benim konusacak kimsem yok?” dedim. Yildizlar hicbir sey soylemedi, ama ben onlarin bu kabaliklarini gormezden geldim. “Ozanin konusabilecegi birileri var” dedim. Parmaklarimi SIKTIM. “Hrothgar’in da konusabilecegi birileri var.”
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“Why can’t I have someone to talk to?” I said. The stars said nothing, but I pretended to ignore the rudeness. “The Shaper has people to talk to,” I said. I wrung my fingers. “Hrothgar has people to talk to.”
“Ama daha kotu bir sey vardi. Ejderhanin bana bir buyu yaptigini anladim; hicbir silah bana karsi islemiyordu. Solen salonuna istedigim zaman gidebilirdim, bana karsi gucsuzlerdi. Bu yuzden icim daha da karardi. Onlarż kucumsememe ragmen, bazen onlardan nefret etmeme ragmen, onlarla savasabildigimde insanlarla aramizda bir sey vardi. Simdiyse, yenilmez olarak, bir komur arazisinde hayatta kalan tek agac gibi, olabildigince yalnizdim.”
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“But there was one thing worse. I discovered the dragon had put a charm on me: no weapon could cut me. I could walk up to the meadhall whenever I pleased, and they were powerless. My heart became darker because of that. Though I scorned them, sometimes hated them, there had been something between myself and men when we could fight. Now, invulnerable, I was as solitary as one live tree in a vast landscape of coal.”