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I replied with a fake laugh and frown, "Did you start again, sir? I have said a hundred times that I do not have a girlfriend at all! And I walked away from him. With the same usual laugh, he shouted again, "They should have aunt Tepel Maple, acceptances," and we laughed in pairs. He always said, "The characteristic of a grandson is that the enemy is the enemy of man, that is why he loves him." He loved me the most among his grandchildren. That's why when he died, only I was on top of him. I was very upset. The heart of the world took over. An Autumn Friday Afternoon. I looked out the hospital window. The autumn wind lifted the dust and leaves to the sky. He was fully conscious until the last moment and joked with me as usual. "The hospital is a nonsense thing, the only good thing is that these nurses are making money," he said. Oh, if I was 30 years younger, I would tell them. And I laughed and cried at the same time and answered, "Mr. John, do not talk to God." "It's not good for you." And the one who never underestimated said, "Who says it's not good. These doctors, who are doctors, do not understand anything. You are also a baby weed that you have not yet become a doctor ……. By the way, if I do not need to tell your aunt tonight, people. They make it crowded here. You call your father. Then you go to my house. I put a gift in the closet next to my bed. You cut. The key to my dresser is here. Take the key now "and I took the key with hatred and tears. The closing ceremony was very dignified. The hall of Al-Jawad Mosque was filled and emptied several times. After we returned from Grandpa's house at seven o'clock at night, I was the only one still crying. Of course, only children and grandchildren, brides and grooms came. The others went home after dinner. One of my aunts had a wedding that was Italian. About thirty-four years old and moon-shaped called Spruza. She became my cousin's wife two years ago, but they did not get along. That is why he wanted to return to his country. But my cowardly cousin was not satisfied. He had just turned his Italian passport so that he would not hit Jim for a while. That's why I was always heartbroken. Seeing her crystal body and calculated makeup always made me look at my cousin with regret. But that night I did not have the patience to see him at all. I was tired and sleepy. The elders had left very early on to divide the inheritance (which was not infrequent). Their voices ring like a bell in my ear. - Mr. Joon, they wanted to name the lands of Varamin a hundred times after me. - Look, beer, it doesn't matter what the gentlemen wanted to do. If they have not already done so, make sure they do not. - I think it's better to see if there is a will or not. - Mr. Joon always put their important things in the closet next to the bed. - Who knows where the key is? Hearing this sentence, I forgot that the cupboard key is in front of me. I preferred not to see Saddam. He was supposed to come to the key maker tomorrow evening in the presence of all the brothers and sisters and open the cupboard. That night, everyone went home happily. Early in the morning, instead of going to school, I went to Mr. Joon's house, which was an old house in the Ab Mangal neighborhood. I cautiously opened the closet door. A handful of paper and documents. But there was no news of the packaged gift. I guessed my gift must be between these papers. But visiting all this paper definitely took until noon, and I did not want to miss more than one bell. I was ill in the fourth year of high school. I took the papers out of the closet together and returned them. Beneath all the envelopes and documents, there was a clean and new white envelope, which is noticeable due to the old and yellow nature of the other envelopes. I cut it and turned it over. It was Aghajoon's beautiful line. "This envelope belongs to Farshad" I cried again when I saw Aghajoon's handwriting. I put the rest of the envelopes in the closet. I knew how much each of my aunts and uncles wanted to be in my place now. But I locked the closet in my closet and went to school. On the way, I threw the key from the taxi window into the street. The head of the class was all about the envelope. The envelope was a postal envelope for sending documents. They are two-layered and completely protected by bubble linoleum. You could not understand what you were without opening it. Finally, I rang the last bell at the end of the envelope mechanics class and was surprised to see what was inside. I was blowing my horn. Dozarim had not yet fallen. There was a strange equation on the board that the teacher claimed was the general equation of motion. I think Aghajoon's work was more strange. Much stranger. Sproza Passport !! I remembered the day we were talking about it with Aghajoon. It was a family party and I was seeing Sparrow's head and chest as usual. Aghajoon, who had surprised me, said in my ear, "Let the dust fall on the unconscious head of Saturn (my cousin). This white dove has been brought to this country of war and strife. You idiot, this peach's place is in Italy. Give him his note and take it again. Now Farshad, Jon, tell me to see if you did anything with this horse (Aghajoon used to pronounce it like this) or not. And I laughed again and blushed with embarrassment. There was no doubt that Aghajoon had conspired against me to free this pigeon. Now, where did Sproza's passport get stuck, it was something I did not understand.
I saw Rosa. He was wearing a sticky black tricot tonic. Because it was not interesting for him to listen to the text of the will, he had come to the yard and was watering the pots with Aghajoon's tin sprinkler. I went and sat at the edge of the pool and stared at it. He turned and smiled and resumed his work. - Do not be tired - Thank you Mr. Farshad - May I ask what your name means? - In Persian, it is a wish, a hope - a beautiful name - Morsi, but it is difficult for you, isn't it? - Not much, you do not want to return to Italy? He suddenly turned and looked at me in surprise. I continued to look at its well-cut and white stems. - You mean you do not know? - what ? - Do I want to go back or not? - Well من .I heard you want to come back. But you can not. it's true ? - Honestly yes. Of course, my work is getting better. God will not let any bird stay in the cage. It was like emptying a bucket of ice water on my head. If he did, he would no longer need his passport. I swallowed and asked - how? - Why do you want to know? - Oh, I always burn my heart out for you. - Oh م ..Morsi - You do not want to say? - If you do not tell anyone I will tell you. - I promise - I acted through the ambassador (ambassador or embassy). My passport will arrive in two months. It was horrible. I should have made a mistake sooner. If I put my hand on it, the chicken would jump out of the cage. I said with a strong smile - well, but not too late? - There is no choice - What would you do if you could go tonight? - Well, I was leaving tonight - Well you can. Does not move. He was still behind me. When he returned, his color was like chalk. He looked at me in disbelief. Her lips trembled. - د… د…. Your hand? I nodded in the affirmative. - where is it ? - I felt at home upset with me. He thought I was ransoming him (which I wanted). He turned and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter anyway." I'm going in two months. I do not need it. The same goes for illusion. I thought to Mr. John. - It was …… until yesterday, it was in Mr. Joon's closet. - Do you know me? - Yes - what is the condition? - Nothing - Nothing? His face parted. He came and stood facing Rome. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked - Who do you know me? - Tonight or tomorrow. I wanted to post it for you. Then I said maybe it will reach Saturn. - Oh, yes, do not post it. I will take you. With the end of the meeting of the elders and the arrival of some of them in the courtyard, our two-person meeting was also disrupted. I've been cursing myself ever since I got home. I promised to give him my passport without any conditions. I was having breakfast early in the morning when my father kicked Saddam out of his room. - Farshad …………. I picked up Hall's phone, but did not hear the sound of my father's phone ringing. He was from the Italian embassy. damn it. Father was listening. I was supposed to take my passport to the embassy myself. When I stopped, Jellum's father was standing and smiling at me. - Well done my son. Do you know where the embassy is? In Farmaniyeh Street. - Yes, father. I know. - Dress regularly. Suit and tie. Shave your beard. Act like a gentleman. - I dressed happily in my father's eyes. When I wanted to go out, my father shouted - the car key is hanging instead of the clothes. Varshdar Dad was finishing the stone. I took the car out. My father was in the yard when I closed the door. I found out that all the families, including my father, hate Saturn's bullying. - I close - you have the power, father - where did you get it? - …… .. - Sir, did he give it to you? - Yes - you do not take money from him - eyes. Goodbye - God, with my son, entered the embassy with the classic caprice of Kelly's father. I wanted all my friends to see me in that state. But it could not. They were standing in front of Firooz Mirza Safir's pergola mansion with Sparoza. The ambassador shook my hand. I was proud of myself. When I took the passport out of my inside pocket, Sproza looked as if he were looking at the glass of his life. I kept my passport. Instead of holding his passport, Sproza stuck his face in the ambassador's shoulder and started crying. The ambassador took my passport and thanked me in Persian. I had nothing to do there anymore. I went back to get in the car. Spruza turned to me and said - Farshad wait - eyes - where are you going? - School - Can you not? - Yes, he went inside the pergola and came back again. This time with a coat and a scarf. He got in the car without saying a word. And I sat behind the pheromone. - Where are we going? - محمودیه. June Alley. No. 7 - Where are you talking about? - My friend's house. I'm going. My ticket is reserved for Turkey. Today at 1 p.m. When Saturn sees the house, it's not me. - Didn't you tell him? - Not. Only your parents know. - Where from? - I called your mother last night and told her. - So why aren't we going to the airport now? - Because my belongings are my friend's house. - Farshad? - Yes ? - Do you want to have sex with me? My tongue stopped. I was having a stroke. So unpredictable? - hurry up. I may change my mind! - But later on, my answer was very stupid. He opened the door of his bag. He took out the key to the house and said in front of the door - Lock the car and come in. Otherwise, I'm really late, I ran into the house quickly. There was no house. It was a palace.
