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Leyla and Mecnun’s story is often associated with Mevlana Rumi, who told the story in his writings as an example of finding God through love. Leyla and Kays are school friends who fall in love. Not finding Kays suitable for her daughter, Leyla’s mother takes her out of school and forbids them from seeing each other. Kays suffers greatly from this separation, and goes mad. People start to call him Mecnun (“crazy” in Arabic). Mecnun wanders the deserts and replaces his material love for Leyla with divine love. Leyla goes after him, but when she finds him Mecnun does not recognize her material being. Understanding that Mecnun’s love for her has turned into a greater, divine love, Leyla gives up pursuing him and dies of her misery. After her death, Mecnun cries at her grave, and begs God to take him too. God hears his prayers. The two become one, defeating time and material being.

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The king of Athens, Hercules, and his wife have a daughter, Aretousa, after many years of marriage. The princess falls in love with the son of the king's faithful counselor, Erotokritos. Because she can't reveal his love, she goes under her window at night and sings to her. The girl gradually falls in love with the unknown singer. When Hercules learns about the singer, he sets up an ambush to arrest him, but Erotokritos and his best friend kill the king's soldiers. Erotokritos, realizing that his love cannot have a happy outcome, travels to Chalkida to forget. During this time his father falls ill and when Aretousa visits him, he finds in Erotokritos' room a painting depicting her and the lyrics he sang to her. When he returns, he discovers the absence of painting and songs and learns that only Aretousa had visited them. Because he realizes that his identity has been revealed and that he may be in danger, he stays at home pretending to be ill and Aretousa sends him a basket of apples, as a sign that he is responding to his feelings.B. The king organizes a pounding party to entertain his daughter. Many masters from all over the known world take part and Erotokritos is the winner.C. The couple begins to meet secretly in the window of Aretousa. The girl urges Erotokritos to ask her father. Naturally, the king is outraged by the young man's "audacity" and exiles him. At the same time, consulates arrived for Aretousa from the king of Byzantium. The girl immediately secretly gets engaged to Erotokritos, before he leaves the city.D. Aretousa refuses to accept the consul and the king imprisons her along with her faithful nanny. After three years, when the Vlachs besieged Athens, Erotokritos appeared, disguised as magic. In a battle he saves the king's life and is wounded.E. The king offers his wife a wife to thank his injured stranger. Aretousa also denies this marriage and in the conversation with the disguised Erotokritos insists on her refusal. Erotokritos puts her to the test to confirm her faith and she is finally revealed to her after solving the magic that had transformed him. The king accepts the marriage and reconciles with Erotokritos and his father and Erotokritos ascends the throne of Athenerotokritos and Aretousaa cultyre story

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The king of Athens, Hercules, and his wife have a daughter, Aretousa, after many years of marriage. The princess falls in love with the son of the king's faithful counselor, Erotokritos. Because she can't reveal his love, she goes under her window at night and sings to her. The girl gradually falls in love with the unknown singer. When Hercules learns about the singer, he sets up an ambush to arrest him, but Erotokritos and his best friend kill the king's soldiers. Erotokritos, realizing that his love cannot have a happy outcome, travels to Chalkida to forget. During this time his father falls ill and when Aretousa visits him, he finds in Erotokritos' room a painting depicting her and the lyrics he sang to her. When he returns, he discovers the absence of painting and songs and learns that only Aretousa had visited them. Because he realizes that his identity has been revealed and that he may be in danger, he stays at home pretending to be ill and Aretousa sends him a basket of apples, as a sign that he is responding to his feelings.B. The king organizes a pounding party to entertain his daughter. Many masters from all over the known world take part and Erotokritos is the winner.C. The couple begins to meet secretly in the window of Aretousa. The girl urges Erotokritos to ask her father. Naturally, the king is outraged by the young man's "audacity" and exiles him. At the same time, consulates arrived for Aretousa from the king of Byzantium. The girl immediately secretly gets engaged to Erotokritos, before he leaves the city.D. Aretousa refuses to accept the consul and the king imprisons her along with her faithful nanny. After three years, when the Vlachs besieged Athens, Erotokritos appeared, disguised as magic. In a battle he saves the king's life and is wounded.E. The king offers his wife a wife to thank his injured stranger. Aretousa also denies this marriage and in the conversation with the disguised Erotokritos insists on her refusal. Erotokritos puts her to the test to confirm her faith and she is finally revealed to her after solving the magic that had transformed him. The king accepts the marriage and reconciles with Erotokritos and his father and Erotokritos ascends the throne of Athenerotokritos and Aretousaa cultyre story

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Kazan Doğurdu – Nasreddin Hodja

ENGLISH – The Cauldron Gave Birth

One day, Nasreddin Hodja borrows a cauldron from his neighbour. When returning it, he thanks the neighbour and puts a small cauldron in it. he neighbour wonders what the smaller cauldron is about. Hodja tells the neightbour that his big cauldron gave bitrth to a smaller one, so the neighbour is glad. After a long while, Hodja asks his neighbour to lend his couldron again. The neighbour willingly agress to give it. However, this time there is no word of either Hodja or the cauldron even after a long time. Finally, the neighbour decides to broach the subjest one day.
-“Hodja, what’s happened to my cauldron?”
-“My dear neighbout, it’s been ages since then and your cauldron has died. I was wondering how to break the bad news.” Hodja says sadly.
Furious at this, the neighbour asks:
-“What on earth are you saying? Would a cauldron die? It’s not alive; how could it die?”
Hodja quips:
-“You believed that it gave birth, so why can’t you accept that it is dead?”

TÜRKÇE – Kazan Doğurdu

Nasreddin Hoca bir gün, bir komşusundan kazanını ödünç ister, İade ederken hem teşekkür eder, hem de minik bir kazan koyar.Komşusu merakla bu minik kazanı sorunca;

– Komşu, bizdeyken kazanın doğurdu, der. Komşusu bu işe pek sevinir. Aradan epey zaman geçer. Hoca yine komşusundan kazanını ödünç ister. Komşusu da sevinerek verir. Ama bu kez aradan günler, haftalar, hatta aylar geçer, kazandan ve Hoca’dan ses çıkmaz. Nihayet bir gün komşusu konuyu açmaya karar verir,
– Hoca bizim kazan ne oldu, diye sorar. Hoca da üzgün bir ifadeyle,

-Komşu çok zaman geçti aradan ve senin kazan öldü. Sana nasıl söyleyeceğimi düşünüp duruyordum, der. Bunun üzerine sinirlenen komşusu:

– Hocam ne diyorsun? Hiç kazan ölür mü? Kazan canlı mı ki ölsün, deyince Hoca cevabı yapıştırır:

– Doğurduğunu kabul ediyorsun da öldüğünü neden kabul etmiyorsun?

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Ajvaz Dedo

I'm Ajvaz-Dedo and you've probably heard of me. Truth be told, different things are said about me. So some will talk about how I am a  worker who can work miracles. Others will say that I am a learned and good man - and I would most like it to be so in the end and for my learning to be widely known. Others consider me an ordinary grandfather, who, by the will of God, brought water to Prusac. There are, again, those who say I didn't even exist. Some will say “maybe,” some will say this, and some that way.

However, I am Ajvaz-Dedo, a poor man and a servant of God. I hope I have pleased Him. And the world? He was not born who pleased the world.

If you have been to Prusac, you will agree with me that it is a beautiful town. What it was like in my vacancy! Alleys, cobblestones, mahalas, beautiful stone mosques and proud minarets above them ... Beauty that only dear God can give.

And up, above that beauty, up in the mountain, God gave a rock. Huge and stout. There’s more than an hour’s walk, and it’s all uphill. Who is in poorer health, by God, has more. What, now, do the Prussac and the rock have to do with, and where in the whole story me, the poor servant of God? I will tell you, and you, as you wish.

I had a long desire to bring water to my Akhisar, as we used to call Prusac. Who has not lived where there is no water or is in short supply with it, does not know what torment is. I flew around the town looking for a water source. There were smaller ones, but I needed a very strong source of water, which will not be released even in summer, when the heat intensifies. And it took a long time. Still, the effort paid off in the end. I found exactly what I was looking for. Who knows, maybe even the water source was looking for me, because that's how it can be in this world of ours. If you only knew how happy and thankful I was to God ...

The very next morning I took the water to the town. Oh, how dashing I was. I had the feeling that life was flowing behind me in its most beautiful form. However, not everything will be as smooth and passable as we expect. Whenever great joy and excitement befalls you, be measured, because there will always be something that will try to shake you and cloud your happiness. That's how it was.

In front of me, in front of the water and, it seems to me, a rock stood in front of my whole life. The poor slave of God found himself in front of a rock that is rarely seen. There was no place next to it, and it was impossible to get through it. Dear and Merciful God, what should I do? I will not give up, and You will already be given some way out and providence. Yes, that is exactly what I will do - I will pray knew that the most valuable and God-beloved prayer is done at the end of the night, while most of the world sleeps in warm and comfortable beds. I came every night, sometimes at the crack of dawn, and sometimes earlier. There I worshiped and prayed wholeheartedly to the Almighty. He saved Noah / Noah from the flood, He took Yunus / Jonah out of the fish's womb, He split the sea for Moses / Moses, He made the fire cold for Ibrahim / Abraham, He gave Jesus / Jesus to raise the dead and heal the blind ... Only He can and split or crush this rock. I prayed every night, so I prayed there and then returned to Prusac. And so, night after night, resolutely and persistently.o You; You created it and only You can dissolve it.

One night, after prayer, I fell asleep. A vast field before my eyes. From somewhere, two horned rams, white as snow, prayed. They looked at each other for a while, then headed towards each other. And now I can hear the sound of horns as they collide. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The ram disappeared. The fields also disappeared. I winced and felt a chill on my body. It's already dawn. How could it happen that such a dream deceived me and, after all, what kind of dream was it? How did those animals and fields disappear and what could have hit so hard? Questions swarmed, but no answers.

I took my things and went to the town, accompanied by the chirping of birds. Suddenly I stopped. The legs did not want to, nor could they move on. I couldn't believe my eyes. The same high rock stood just as tall and proud, only this time cracked. It was possible to pass through it comfortably, and even to spend water. I look and I wonder - am I dreaming? I look around, close my eyes and expect the rams to come out of nowhere again, or the meadow to spread out. Nothing happens.

That's it and there is no other. The Exalted God answered my prayers, just as He answered and helped His elect. The rock has crumbled and now there is no obstacle; I go on, the water will reach Kasaba, and Akhisar will come to life again. Dry throats will be refreshed with cold water, ablution will be taken, and gardens and watermelons will be easier to water and give their fruits even more abundantly.

There was no end to my happiness and only God knows what effort I put in and shed sweat until everything turned out the best. In time, everything became known, so the world began to gather. There is almost no place where people do not get dressed, so the direction of Prusac. Flags are specially prepared and jewerly and formal clothes are worn. And only the horsemen ... Throats, more and more seen than more seen. On the saddles their riders are adorned. Everyone gathers in Prusac. The line-up and roll call start in the early morning, and then everyone climbs up the cliffs and meadows.

There are all ages there; youth, middle-aged people, those who have not yet said and shown how much they can, but also children. They all walk together from Prusac. Along the way, they meet, talk and admire the omnipotence of the Creator. The clatter of hooves and the whirlwind of flags died down as soon as the cracked rock was reached. Soon we go on, all the way to a spacious meadow, the same as from that dream. Prayer is offered, the Qur'an is recited and the vase is recited.

And so for hundreds of years.

That's why you, if the road takes you to Prusac, walk, like, to see. And there is something to see and learn. If nothing else, learn that God's power has no end. His Power is unquestionable. Only your faith in Him and your will to surrender and rely on His help is questionable.

This is what I told you, Ajvaz-Dedo.

I know they'll talk to you too, some like this and some like that. Maybe they will answer you, so you won't even come, and maybe right here and in your heart, some water of a new life will flow in which you will be better, more useful and dearer to God.

I, a poor slave and servant of God, want that from the bottom of my heart

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Ajvaz DedoI'm Ajvaz-Dedo and you've probably heard of me. Truth be told, different things are said about me. So some will talk about how I am a  worker who can work miracles. Others will say that I am a learned and good man - and I would most like it to be so in the end and for my learning to be widely known. Others consider me an ordinary grandfather, who, by the will of God, brought water to Prusac. There are, again, those who say I didn't even exist. Some will say “maybe,” some will say this, and some that way.However, I am Ajvaz-Dedo, a poor man and a servant of God. I hope I have pleased Him. And the world? He was not born who pleased the world.If you have been to Prusac, you will agree with me that it is a beautiful town. What it was like in my vacancy! Alleys, cobblestones, mahalas, beautiful stone mosques and proud minarets above them ... Beauty that only dear God can give.And up, above that beauty, up in the mountain, God gave a rock. Huge and stout. There’s more than an hour’s walk, and it’s all uphill. Who is in poorer health, by God, has more. What, now, do the Prussac and the rock have to do with, and where in the whole story me, the poor servant of God? I will tell you, and you, as you wish.I had a long desire to bring water to my Akhisar, as we used to call Prusac. Who has not lived where there is no water or is in short supply with it, does not know what torment is. I flew around the town looking for a water source. There were smaller ones, but I needed a very strong source of water, which will not be released even in summer, when the heat intensifies. And it took a long time. Still, the effort paid off in the end. I found exactly what I was looking for. Who knows, maybe even the water source was looking for me, because that's how it can be in this world of ours. If you only knew how happy and thankful I was to God ...The very next morning I took the water to the town. Oh, how dashing I was. I had the feeling that life was flowing behind me in its most beautiful form. However, not everything will be as smooth and passable as we expect. Whenever great joy and excitement befalls you, be measured, because there will always be something that will try to shake you and cloud your happiness. That's how it was.In front of me, in front of the water and, it seems to me, a rock stood in front of my whole life. The poor slave of God found himself in front of a rock that is rarely seen. There was no place next to it, and it was impossible to get through it. Dear and Merciful God, what should I do? I will not give up, and You will already be given some way out and providence. Yes, that is exactly what I will do - I will pray knew that the most valuable and God-beloved prayer is done at the end of the night, while most of the world sleeps in warm and comfortable beds. I came every night, sometimes at the crack of dawn, and sometimes earlier. There I worshiped and prayed wholeheartedly to the Almighty. He saved Noah / Noah from the flood, He took Yunus / Jonah out of the fish's womb, He split the sea for Moses / Moses, He made the fire cold for Ibrahim / Abraham, He gave Jesus / Jesus to raise the dead and heal the blind ... Only He can and split or crush this rock. I prayed every night, so I prayed there and then returned to Prusac. And so, night after night, resolutely and persistently.o You; You created it and only You can dissolve it.One night, after prayer, I fell asleep. A vast field before my eyes. From somewhere, two horned rams, white as snow, prayed. They looked at each other for a while, then headed towards each other. And now I can hear the sound of horns as they collide. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The ram disappeared. The fields also disappeared. I winced and felt a chill on my body. It's already dawn. How could it happen that such a dream deceived me and, after all, what kind of dream was it? How did those animals and fields disappear and what could have hit so hard? Questions swarmed, but no answers.I took my things and went to the town, accompanied by the chirping of birds. Suddenly I stopped. The legs did not want to, nor could they move on. I couldn't believe my eyes. The same high rock stood just as tall and proud, only this time cracked. It was possible to pass through it comfortably, and even to spend water. I look and I wonder - am I dreaming? I look around, close my eyes and expect the rams to come out of nowhere again, or the meadow to spread out. Nothing happens.That's it and there is no other. The Exalted God answered my prayers, just as He answered and helped His elect. The rock has crumbled and now there is no obstacle; I go on, the water will reach Kasaba, and Akhisar will come to life again. Dry throats will be refreshed with cold water, ablution will be taken, and gardens and watermelons will be easier to water and give their fruits even more abundantly.There was no end to my happiness and only God knows what effort I put in and shed sweat until everything turned out the best. In time, everything became known, so the world began to gather. There is almost no place where people do not get dressed, so the direction of Prusac. Flags are specially prepared and jewerly and formal clothes are worn. And only the horsemen ... Throats, more and more seen than more seen. On the saddles their riders are adorned. Everyone gathers in Prusac. The line-up and roll call start in the early morning, and then everyone climbs up the cliffs and meadows.There are all ages there; youth, middle-aged people, those who have not yet said and shown how much they can, but also children. They all walk together from Prusac. Along the way, they meet, talk and admire the omnipotence of the Creator. The clatter of hooves and the whirlwind of flags died down as soon as the cracked rock was reached. Soon we go on, all the way to a spacious meadow, the same as from that dream. Prayer is offered, the Qur'an is recited and the vase is recited.And so for hundreds of years.That's why you, if the road takes you to Prusac, walk, like, to see. And there is something to see and learn. If nothing else, learn that God's power has no end. His Power is unquestionable. Only your faith in Him and your will to surrender and rely on His help is questionable.This is what I told you, Ajvaz-Dedo.I know they'll talk to you too, some like this and some like that. Maybe they will answer you, so you won't even come, and maybe right here and in your heart, some water of a new life will flow in which you will be better, more useful and dearer to God.I, a poor slave and servant of God, want that from the bottom of my heart 

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Ajvaz DedoI'm Ajvaz-Dedo and you've probably heard of me. Truth be told, different things are said about me. So some will talk about how I am a  worker who can work miracles. Others will say that I am a learned and good man - and I would most like it to be so in the end and for my learning to be widely known. Others consider me an ordinary grandfather, who, by the will of God, brought water to Prusac. There are, again, those who say I didn't even exist. Some will say “maybe,” some will say this, and some that way.However, I am Ajvaz-Dedo, a poor man and a servant of God. I hope I have pleased Him. And the world? He was not born who pleased the world.If you have been to Prusac, you will agree with me that it is a beautiful town. What it was like in my vacancy! Alleys, cobblestones, mahalas, beautiful stone mosques and proud minarets above them ... Beauty that only dear God can give.And up, above that beauty, up in the mountain, God gave a rock. Huge and stout. There’s more than an hour’s walk, and it’s all uphill. Who is in poorer health, by God, has more. What, now, do the Prussac and the rock have to do with, and where in the whole story me, the poor servant of God? I will tell you, and you, as you wish.I had a long desire to bring water to my Akhisar, as we used to call Prusac. Who has not lived where there is no water or is in short supply with it, does not know what torment is. I flew around the town looking for a water source. There were smaller ones, but I needed a very strong source of water, which will not be released even in summer, when the heat intensifies. And it took a long time. Still, the effort paid off in the end. I found exactly what I was looking for. Who knows, maybe even the water source was looking for me, because that's how it can be in this world of ours. If you only knew how happy and thankful I was to God ...The very next morning I took the water to the town. Oh, how dashing I was. I had the feeling that life was flowing behind me in its most beautiful form. However, not everything will be as smooth and passable as we expect. Whenever great joy and excitement befalls you, be measured, because there will always be something that will try to shake you and cloud your happiness. That's how it was.In front of me, in front of the water and, it seems to me, a rock stood in front of my whole life. The poor slave of God found himself in front of a rock that is rarely seen. There was no place next to it, and it was impossible to get through it. Dear and Merciful God, what should I do? I will not give up, and You will already be given some way out and providence. Yes, that is exactly what I will do - I will pray knew that the most valuable and God-beloved prayer is done at the end of the night, while most of the world sleeps in warm and comfortable beds. I came every night, sometimes at the crack of dawn, and sometimes earlier. There I worshiped and prayed wholeheartedly to the Almighty. He saved Noah / Noah from the flood, He took Yunus / Jonah out of the fish's womb, He split the sea for Moses / Moses, He made the fire cold for Ibrahim / Abraham, He gave Jesus / Jesus to raise the dead and heal the blind ... Only He can and split or crush this rock. I prayed every night, so I prayed there and then returned to Prusac. And so, night after night, resolutely and persistently.o You; You created it and only You can dissolve it.One night, after prayer, I fell asleep. A vast field before my eyes. From somewhere, two horned rams, white as snow, prayed. They looked at each other for a while, then headed towards each other. And now I can hear the sound of horns as they collide. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The ram disappeared. The fields also disappeared. I winced and felt a chill on my body. It's already dawn. How could it happen that such a dream deceived me and, after all, what kind of dream was it? How did those animals and fields disappear and what could have hit so hard? Questions swarmed, but no answers.I took my things and went to the town, accompanied by the chirping of birds. Suddenly I stopped. The legs did not want to, nor could they move on. I couldn't believe my eyes. The same high rock stood just as tall and proud, only this time cracked. It was possible to pass through it comfortably, and even to spend water. I look and I wonder - am I dreaming? I look around, close my eyes and expect the rams to come out of nowhere again, or the meadow to spread out. Nothing happens.That's it and there is no other. The Exalted God answered my prayers, just as He answered and helped His elect. The rock has crumbled and now there is no obstacle; I go on, the water will reach Kasaba, and Akhisar will come to life again. Dry throats will be refreshed with cold water, ablution will be taken, and gardens and watermelons will be easier to water and give their fruits even more abundantly.There was no end to my happiness and only God knows what effort I put in and shed sweat until everything turned out the best. In time, everything became known, so the world began to gather. There is almost no place where people do not get dressed, so the direction of Prusac. Flags are specially prepared and jewerly and formal clothes are worn. And only the horsemen ... Throats, more and more seen than more seen. On the saddles their riders are adorned. Everyone gathers in Prusac. The line-up and roll call start in the early morning, and then everyone climbs up the cliffs and meadows.There are all ages there; youth, middle-aged people, those who have not yet said and shown how much they can, but also children. They all walk together from Prusac. Along the way, they meet, talk and admire the omnipotence of the Creator. The clatter of hooves and the whirlwind of flags died down as soon as the cracked rock was reached. Soon we go on, all the way to a spacious meadow, the same as from that dream. Prayer is offered, the Qur'an is recited and the vase is recited.And so for hundreds of years.That's why you, if the road takes you to Prusac, walk, like, to see. And there is something to see and learn. If nothing else, learn that God's power has no end. His Power is unquestionable. Only your faith in Him and your will to surrender and rely on His help is questionable.This is what I told you, Ajvaz-Dedo.I know they'll talk to you too, some like this and some like that. Maybe they will answer you, so you won't even come, and maybe right here and in your heart, some water of a new life will flow in which you will be better, more useful and dearer to God.I, a poor slave and servant of God, want that from the bottom of my heart 

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Konya mevlevi dergahında yemek yaparmış Ateşbazı Veli. Zamanla yemekle beraber kendide pişmiş ocakta. Gönül eri olmuş. Ateşi yakmadan da pişer olmuş yemekler ocakta. Bu yüzden de adına ateşbaz-ı Veli demişler.

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The eTwinning sistersOnce upon a time, in the distant land of the eTwinning planet in Europe and only, a brave and very, very ambitious girl. Her name was Etwinninca, the blue princess of the Carpathian Garden, who was permanently dressed in yellow and had been enchanted by all the stories in words and pictures in the children's books. He liked them so much that he had spent all his money on books alone. Etwinnincai liked to read all these stories to her son, and he liked to listen to them.One fine summer day with heavy rains, in the palace of the tongs in the courtyard of the Carpathian Garden where the rains were wreaking havoc on the great sister of Princess Etwinnica, Princess Gălbiora, from another very distant land, perhaps of Cappadocia or perhaps also further on after the long adventures created by a ruthless disease that no longer allowed anyone to travel. She is eager to share the love of books with all the children. And seeing how many books she has in front of her eyes in the library of the tongs castle and how much Etwinica talks about each one of them, she said: home, to tell them stories. ”Etwinica listened to her friend and lied to herself, just as she had been told. And written, and written, from dawn to dusk, about the most beautiful stories in children's books. And so did Etwinica's large collection of reviews. Like a mysterious fruit, because no one knew it.But when she thought that the cauldrons of pre-world travel must now begin, Etwinica found herself facing the greatest test she would go through. How to do it, he wondered and could not find a solution. Jar would not eat, Good Friday was stuck in traffic, and Lungilă, Setilă, and Birds-Wide-Lungilă were simply powerless. But Etwinica was not confused. He thought and thought again, until his thoughts were interrupted by a notification on Facebook. This is how Etwinica realized that she could get from house to house without leaving her home, that we were only in the century when books were a clck away with robots and flying cars, and, anyway, Birds. Lati-Lungilă and his friends are a bit outdated.So Etwinica set up and created the Facebook group "Feel the library", from where she ended up in the country about all the stories she had gathered in the Carpathian Garden. In seven days, her beautiful reviews reached over 3,000 children, and this made Etwinica realize that she had just created the core of a true online community and that this online community could become the largest reading club. from the country. Here that Etwinica was faced with a new attempt, because with such magical power there is a lot of duties to come after, which you have to keep facing.But this time, too, he did not lose his temper. So he wrote reviews and reading tips again, started talking to people about illustrations and other diamonds hidden between covers, then bought more books and started over. Slowly, slowly, all sorts of parents gathered around Etwinica and gave "cheese" to her group, "Feel the library." And Etwinica as a good, child-loving girl? he received them all, even if they had not read many books by that time, but only with the promise that they would immerse themselves in the world of books. But Etwinica quickly realized that, in fact, the Sugar King had put her to the test for the Internet, and that if she stayed in the world of Facebook, she would never open the reading club she dreamed of.But this time, too, Etwinica does not give up its ambition. So gather all your strength and all the books you bought over time and build with them the largest library for children from all over the world gathered and pissed at another. Right there, in the remote land of the Carpathian Garden. Then he began to meet with princes and princesses from neighboring countries, at all kinds of reading events and workshops for the little ones.And she went on again, this time with even more power, for in time she had managed to gather around her aids of hope. This is how the project "What we read to children the night before they adore, what we read to children when they are bored" began. But the word in the story before is much longer, he said to himself and got back to work. To reach even more children. And he knew that all the children whose parents had read books recommended by "Feel the library" would live happily ever after, and they would certainly become much wiser.

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The eTwinning sistersOnce upon a time, in the distant land of the eTwinning planet in Europe and only, a brave and very, very ambitious girl. Her name was Etwinninca, the blue princess of the Carpathian Garden, who was permanently dressed in yellow and had been enchanted by all the stories in words and pictures in the children's books. He liked them so much that he had spent all his money on books alone. Etwinnincai liked to read all these stories to her son, and he liked to listen to them.One fine summer day with heavy rains, in the palace of the tongs in the courtyard of the Carpathian Garden where the rains were wreaking havoc on the great sister of Princess Etwinnica, Princess Gălbiora, from another very distant land, perhaps of Cappadocia or perhaps also further on after the long adventures created by a ruthless disease that no longer allowed anyone to travel. She is eager to share the love of books with all the children. And seeing how many books she has in front of her eyes in the library of the tongs castle and how much Etwinica talks about each one of them, she said: home, to tell them stories. ”Etwinica listened to her friend and lied to herself, just as she had been told. And written, and written, from dawn to dusk, about the most beautiful stories in children's books. And so did Etwinica's large collection of reviews. Like a mysterious fruit, because no one knew it.But when she thought that the cauldrons of pre-world travel must now begin, Etwinica found herself facing the greatest test she would go through. How to do it, he wondered and could not find a solution. Jar would not eat, Good Friday was stuck in traffic, and Lungilă, Setilă, and Birds-Wide-Lungilă were simply powerless. But Etwinica was not confused. He thought and thought again, until his thoughts were interrupted by a notification on Facebook. This is how Etwinica realized that she could get from house to house without leaving her home, that we were only in the century when books were a clck away with robots and flying cars, and, anyway, Birds. Lati-Lungilă and his friends are a bit outdated.So Etwinica set up and created the Facebook group "Feel the library", from where she ended up in the country about all the stories she had gathered in the Carpathian Garden. In seven days, her beautiful reviews reached over 3,000 children, and this made Etwinica realize that she had just created the core of a true online community and that this online community could become the largest reading club. from the country. Here that Etwinica was faced with a new attempt, because with such magical power there is a lot of duties to come after, which you have to keep facing.But this time, too, he did not lose his temper. So he wrote reviews and reading tips again, started talking to people about illustrations and other diamonds hidden between covers, then bought more books and started over. Slowly, slowly, all sorts of parents gathered around Etwinica and gave "cheese" to her group, "Feel the library." And Etwinica as a good, child-loving girl? he received them all, even if they had not read many books by that time, but only with the promise that they would immerse themselves in the world of books. But Etwinica quickly realized that, in fact, the Sugar King had put her to the test for the Internet, and that if she stayed in the world of Facebook, she would never open the reading club she dreamed of.But this time, too, Etwinica does not give up its ambition. So gather all your strength and all the books you bought over time and build with them the largest library for children from all over the world gathered and pissed at another. Right there, in the remote land of the Carpathian Garden. Then he began to meet with princes and princesses from neighboring countries, at all kinds of reading events and workshops for the little ones.And she went on again, this time with even more power, for in time she had managed to gather around her aids of hope. This is how the project "What we read to children the night before they adore, what we read to children when they are bored" began. But the word in the story before is much longer, he said to himself and got back to work. To reach even more children. And he knew that all the children whose parents had read books recommended by "Feel the library" would live happily ever after, and they would certainly become much wiser.

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The story is an urge to read to children and their parents as a way to spend free time and increase wisdom. The story is part of the activities of the eTwinning project Feel the library with partners from Turkey, Romania, Spain, Italy, Greece and Bosnia.