Seeing Pamuk’s "My Name is Red", I just read the beginning and saw: "I have had endless time before I was born, and there is still endless time after I die." This sentence touched me. The "view of life and death". For the first time, I realized that I would disappear in this world, and I was overwhelmed with fear. One day I finally found out that before I was born, I was also not in this world. It seemed that it was no big deal. After death, I would return to the state before my life. What is more terrifying is not death, but disease, which is the process leading to death.
Death, perhaps as Pamuk said, "The soul that was divided into two halves while alive was united here after death."
Appearance is the "entrance style" in which actors come on stage. The stage is separated from the foreground and the background by the two theater curtains "out of the general" and "in phase". The actor stood behind the curtain, cleared his throat, stepped on the gongs and drums, opened the curtain, stepped sideways, and quivered two or three times; then suddenly turned his head towards the entrance of the stage with one eye, like a beam of electric light. Then, quickly illuminate the entire theater. At this moment, the theater was as quiet as a lake, and three seconds later, applause came like a tide. This is called "show".
In daily life, the appearance of ordinary people on certain occasions is just the opposite: performance-style bluffing and scratching are the most avoided, and all the elements of acting are removed, making people feel friendly and easy-going, just like sitting in the spring breeze.
One day, "evil" and "good" met, and "evil" wanted to swallow "good" in one bite in order to completely end the ridiculous entanglement between him and "good". However, when the "evil" saw that the "good" grew so short, he thought: there must be a conspiracy in it! Because if I swallow the seemingly weak "good" now, people will think that this is a bad thing I did; if one day the "good" catches the opportunity to swallow me, I will also feel embarrassed.
What is certain is that people still think that "good" has done good things! At that time, it will be more difficult to sort out right and wrong from people's deep-rooted ideas, because people always think that "evil" is always evil and "good" is always good.
For this reason, "good" survived once again.
So Sulc ur wanted to read drama again; but the children were left alone in their rooms, and who was good, that in the absence of cats the mice would not spring out of the harness, nor turn the house out of the corners? According to this, Sulc fools the book with great sadness, picks himself up and enters the children's room, where, turning his appearance into a moment of silence, he first bites something in the company of the children to spread his dinner in his stomach cavities. When he had done this, he cut himself off on the sofa and, with silent morphing, took care of the seedlings of the house, he, their careful gardener. But the children immediately surrounded him in a good mood, and like their beds the castle, they besieged Mr. Sulc with their speeches.
“Sulc ur, please tell us something nice, cheer!” One began.
"I can not!"
“He can’t! you know, multkor, ”the other continued.
"Leave me alone, I can't!"
"He told you so strange many times, Mr. Sulc!", The third concluded.
“Come on, listen! I say I can't now! ”
"Please! - Sulc ur! "Please tell me," all three shouted at once, clutching their necks, their backs, their bellies.
"Stop no!" Said Mr. Sulc, and a thought-provoking thought peeked out of the mysteries of his head, and he shook off his pupils. "I'll read very nicely if you pay attention and sit quietly."
“We are sitting! we warn you, Sulc ur! ”- And the three children became full of ears.
And Ur Sulc picked up a Hungarian translation of Cicero from his boss's bookshelf, and he began to read the first oration to them meaningfully and aloud. He had barely read a page yet, and the children exclaimed unanimously, "Because this is not beautiful, Mr. Sulc!"
“Of course not; just wait a bit, the good is coming soon. ”- And Mr. Sulc walked around the audience for a moment, lurking after the expected effect. And the audience was now starting to look at the plain ones.
"Sulc ur, if you'll allow me, I'm going to sleep!" Said the older boy, waiting a little.
"Come on, Gyulácskám, if you're sleepy."
The other student can barely sit in his chair; -40-ceaseless wobbled left and right as if drunk.
"Rózsi!" And Rózsi entered.
“Undress the kids and put them to bed. Good night!"
And the moment of deliverance has come! "And now Mr. Sulc ran down the ladders, as if he never wanted to return to them again, and when he reached his room, he undressed at once, smoking a pipe, lying on the bed, wanting to read that fatal drama, with all the comfort in his power, at some point."
So he starts reading drama with great fire: read, read; but his fire slowly begins to fade, and of the four acts he has only four cards to digest. As if he had been flooded with dreams , he fell asleep: quietly, without saying a word, he even left the candle burning.
The next day at five o'clock in the morning the instructor woke up. And it is amazing that after the fatigues of the day and hard dreams , he even woke up!
