Kis uykusu Page #11

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He looked like the sneaky,

scheming type to me.

I can smell his kind a mile away.

I suggest you work with people

who are conscientious, principled

and have moral sense.

One day, you'll understand better.

Conscience. Morals.

Ideals, principles.

The purpose of life.

You're always saying these words.

The words you always use

to humiliate, hurt,

or denigrate someone.

But if you ask me...

if someone uses these words

this much,

he's the one to suspect.

Anyway, I'm tired.

I'd like to sleep,

if you don't mind.

Necla?

Go on.

Should we check again

before we set off?

I called already.

No flights,

but the trains are running.

Are you sure?

I just called them.

The train is running.

Don't worry.

Fine.

Let's get going then.

Hello.

The Istanbul train is running,

isn't it?

No problem. It's on its way.

Any delay?

Of course, half an hour or an hour.

- Half an hour, an hour.

- That's it.

- But it's definitely coming, right?

- Probably.

OK, thank you.

- It's coming, but there's a delay...

- I heard him.

Your luggage is there.

I'll go back to the hotel

if you like.

They might need me there now.

- Should I go or stay?

- What?

They might need me at the hotel.

Should I go or wait here?

Wait.

My friend, could you move over a bit?

It's cold by the door.

We're together.

You know, if you shift a bit.

There's a draft, I said. Sit here.

How's the road to Suavi's?

- Mr Suavi's farm?

- Yes.

It's a long way.

That's not my question.

Can the car make it?

No, it wouldn't.

The village road's impossible

in this snow.

Good, then we're going there.

Hey, what a surprise!

We were passing

and decided to return your visit.

Of course. Come in.

It's warm inside.

Come in.

- Thanks.

- This way.

- Sit down, get warmed up.

- Thanks.

I was expecting Levent.

So I thought it was him.

But with Levent, you never know

whether he'll come.

We meet every Saturday afternoon.

To go hunting

the morning after.

You know. Two bachelors. We lean

on each other like walking sticks.

Suavi, can I stretch my leg out?

- Go ahead.

- I got cramp.

Put it up higher. That's it.

How nice.

Nice and warm.

Comfy couches.

You must be cold.

Wait, I've got just the thing.

One sip of this,

and the cold will disappear.

Let's see if you like it.

We take this with us

when we go hunting.

We put some in our flasks.

It's freezing cold out there.

The teacher is young.

Sturdy as an ox.

But I need this in my engine

to keep up.

I better not. I'm not used to it.

If you've some herb tea...

You can drink that at home.

Here, you do what I tell you.

Well, fine then. Thanks.

This is how I spoil myself.

What else is there?

We deserve it at our age.

I feel warmer now.

Thank you.

The stove is burning nicely.

I don't heat the whole house now.

After my wife died

I closed off the rooms.

I use them as storage.

And I set up this stove here.

It's like a shelter.

I curl up here.

And it helps me save a bit.

By the way,

what did you do about the letter?

What letter?

The one you read to Nihal and me.

Garip, the girl, help, and all that.

I didn't do anything.

Teacher! You made it.

Indeed.

Mr Aydin, nice to see you.

Thank you, Levent.

- Don't get up.

- My foot's gone numb.

If it's only numbness,

you'll be fine.

Hello.

We had business nearby,

so we popped in.

Good idea!

How bad are the roads?

Terrible. I had a hard time

getting here.

Mr Aydin, I'll be outside

if you need me.

Alright.

- Hidayet.

- Yes, Mr Aydin.

Listen.

Sorry.

Listen.

Don't tell anyone at home I'm here.

Of course I won't.

So what should I tell them?

Nothing.

No, I mean if they call.

Make something up.

Nobody should know I didn't leave.

- Alright.

- Be careful.

At your house, I thought,

"Finally someone worth talking to".

But then you disappeared.

Thank you. Something came up.

I couldn't stay.

Today's my lucky day.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

Drink up,

it makes you think clearly.

Hi. What are you up to?

Now listen.

Don't say anything

to Mrs Nihal or anyone.

You know Suavi. We're at his farm.

He didn't go.

He changed his mind.

How should I know?

How can I ask him?

Stop talking nonsense.

Why would I lie to you?

What did you say?

Fatma, don't start again.

It's freezing. What on earth

could I be doing? Are you mad?

For God's sake.

When I was a kid,

I used to play in the garden here.

It felt life would go on like that

forever, with my mom and dad.

Where is all that now?

Sometimes I wonder what happened.

When did the house become so empty?

When did that mother's

little boy end up

a drunk, Ionely old man?

I got married.

Had a child.

Where are they?

Wife in the grave,

daughter miles away...

What I'm saying is,

since there are certain things

you can't change,

you have to be a bit flexible.

Don't judge people so much.

Accept things as they are.

Is it a bit hot in here?

Should we open a window?

Of course, go ahead.

Should we move to that side too?

Alright.

- You go, I'll get something.

- OK.

It's hot and I had a drink.

I'm feeling a bit drowsy.

It would've been better not to.

But it's too late now.

So, Levent, how old are you?

- Really? You don't look it.

- Well, I am.

Family?

Back in my hometown, in Yozgat.

My older sister and mother.

Ever thought of getting married?

Well...

It's fate. Didn't happen.

I haven't met the right one.

And I don't have enough money.

So I'm in no rush.

But in a place like this,

your salary would do.

It would, Mr Aydin.

But I send half to my mother.

She's saving up for my sister.

Let her get married.

She's first in line.

Then me. I'm in no rush.

How long have you been here?

This is my fourth year.

Planning to stay?

I could leave

but you get used to a place.

And there are the things

we do with Mrs Nihal.

I want to finish them.

That's no problem.

There are always people

for that kind of thing.

You're right. There are.

I had a stammer when I was a child.

- Really?

- Yes.

I spent my entire childhood

in silence.

If I talk too much now, that's why.

So, sorry if I talk too much.

Warn me if I do.

Speak as much as you like.

You deserve it, my friend.

I prefer listening anyway.

Well, I warned you.

Roast chestnuts.

A sin not to eat one.

The chestnut-man is here,

gentlemen.

He's brought us split chestnuts.

Yes?

Hello.

Sorry to disturb you.

I'm here to see Hamdi hodja.

Is he in?

Just a minute.

Mrs Nihal?

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

I'm sorry. I was inside,

I couldn't... you know...

How can I help you?

I should apologize

for disturbing you so late.

No, not at all. Please.

Is this a convenient time?

Sure, of course. Come in.

Please, come in.

Don't stand in the cold.

Thank you.

Come and sit by the stove.

Don't worry, I'm fine here.

It's cold there.

Come in with your shoes.

Thanks, I won't stay long.

I'll sit here.

Well then...

How are you? Hope nothing's wrong.

Don't get me wrong.

To see you here, alone...

I was wondering how Ilyas was.

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Ebru Ceylan

Ebru Ceylan (née Yapıcı, born 1976) is a Turkish photographer, actress, screenwriter and art director. She is married to collaborator Nuri Bilge Ceylan.Ebru Yapıcı was born in Ankara and studied film and television at Marmara University and Mimar Sinan University. The Ceylans starred together in the 2006 film Climates, which they also co-wrote, beginning a writing collaboration that would include Three Monkeys (2008), Once Upon a Time in Anatolia (2011) and the Palme d'Or-winning Winter Sleep (2014).Nuri Bilge described their writing relationship, which Ebru opted to end after Winter Sleep, saying "Since she is my wife she has the right to say anything. We fight a lot actually, sometimes till the morning, but it's very useful". For Winter Sleep, Ebru received a nomination for the European Film Award for Best Screenwriter. more…

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