Poet is a bad deal

Neutralize the irritation of the senior and distinguished writer, Mr. written stories set their incomplete '' Fifteen stories of 'the word, which we' city of literature I have the honor to be published Few days have passed, more than a quarter century experience was when my first Legendary Collection 'black eye' image 'has been published literature tha..aur the extent of at least part of it I am a happy person Some of the more popular birthday, my expectation was exceeded. Mohammad Khalid Akhtar and Nick climbed the hateful nature writer, my favorite writer of fiction in the comments' black eye 'image' was made almost a masterpiece.

In addition, '' King '', '' Come '', '' the coat ',' gas chamber '' plus' 'bababglus' was also particularly appreciated the' Sage bglus' victims Gulzar, two of her poems have interpreted his poetry collection '' Night of pashm 'include. In which the first letter of my own poems titled '' Baba bglus' We both had sought to keep the friendship was beginning. Gulzar directed my mind, poet and playwright and still. Later, after a silence on the front of my fiction.

Her stage for all the Western Front. I was oblivious to me from fiction and fiction. Text in violence prompted the novel was siding. Abdullah Hussein, and now our company one day and come close to forty years, and he asked me underrepresented in the French cut beard were white, tall tilt at some signs that you were not fiction I said if I turned the Khan Mohammad Khan, who in fact to avoid Colonel Mohammad Abdullah Hussain Khan adopted the pen name. I have gotten a creative pervert. Start a fiction myself, and I was not in my control, goes longer. Despite the brevity of effort is not done, the characters and the story goes that expanded the possibilities and takes the form of a novel. I do not fiction, fiction has turned away from me. 'Abdullah Hussain, layer upon layer, which opens its specific laughed goes and wait for it to end. Yar tragedy that happens to me. I decided to write a story. I am going to write his desk.

He assumes the form of a Novelty. Our sorrows are common. Then his mood and the creative spirit, and I now suddenly after such a long time I was revolted and has dedicated himself to fiction. It was an accident, was not a conscious effort consciously. Almost twenty years ago today in the times of her acting on television, based on experiences and perceptions Fiction 'Who is writing this story, wrote to my mind that I have forgotten literary journal published in and they have forgotten me ... Habit for me it was not a record, a sb..tqryba one night two years ago, shortly before sleeping, drowsiness, sleep that night alone, before landing in the temporary death of fiction theme Mirror mirror on the door curtains are sleepy mind began. And who in constitutions, it is just so, so the moment the situation was the same mirror. This reflection should not underestimate this idea. Should restate. So I began to write fiction again with the help of his memory, only that this idea should not be discarded. Meanwhile, as the discussion that inspired poets wrote down, I was facing the same tragedy. Stories, my travelogue, dramas, columns, novels were afraid, frightened nights Ink wavered around me like gazelles.

Wandered. Without any great effort, take me down.They'll appear on a screen. Their expression, rhetoric, dialogue, resolution and metaphors had brought with him, I had to do. Gabi student sitting in front of a classroom test sneak intelligent student papers are quoted, that I just had to imitate. Although it took me two years to get a copy that was too dunce. The prose of this assay are the least of these 'false stories' relating to me or my writing style trzbyan some will seek to explore behaving so. Will not, it would be a futile effort. Poet, even if they do, like, your street may have been separated from the outside world, are ujdanyt claim, the lion gets down indiscriminately. Prose, understanding, work and study is required, despite the proximity of prose intuition as you do not give it, is to find your own path. Indeed, as a prose writer who unknowingly entered a moment when fiction novel or creative concept of a character who is not in a book, the sky appears and takes him under.the ... Being creative and imaginative prose to describe the words of legendary artist of times past and did Behzad of Herat who are blind in old age, toil, sweat and light a candle to shed presumptuous, self-administered paper When the hair-splitting and details on shorter patterns, each princess, king or highlight a person's facial expressions, their costumes highlight each side of the Behzad 'tymurnamh I have a horse painter.

Dynamism and nostrils of the body you can feel the air being emitted from. Rustam and Sohrab stories of the artist, in the spirit of hunting and war scenes. I turned my eyes pasted in the proximity of the colors they eventually become blind. Arhan Pamuk's novel My Name Is Red '' to mark such a short movie. Is the story of the artists of the times. And in the last years of his life in times gone blind successor of the artists, their ages, novelist and short story today hyn..an destined to fall bhymsqt, sweat and a candle.

The poet that they are lucky in life if they just write down talk of a lion and goes impactful. I do not know anything more than that my acceptance of my times, but .... There are many people who sent me, and he set his novel and the legendary touch the heights of perfection of art, but I was surprised I had the good luck to them, they did not talk much. Poet is a bad deal. Beneficial than any hardship, brazenly killing, and is known to be a poet without understanding. Rather go to a comic poet. This is a barter traders are poet. The stories included in the collection if a school does not meet the criteria. I do not blame him. A seventy-six years old, almost insane writer who is perhaps dozing srabun and estimating the annihilation and destruction of the drowsy. Mass will eat pests. Skull fill in gaps in the soil if not carried any ornament will go on a confusion that question. If I'm not. Who is writing this story.