No one could call him a parvenu. No one could dismiss him as just another entrepreneur.
Since going into business, he’d never suffered a loss. His profits had risen steadily. And now, at last, the prize was within reach. He would soon be the owner of a beautiful yalı on the Bosphorus, a summer villa on Büyükada, and an apartment in Nişantaşı.
He’d buy them, and then one day he woul…
The apartment in Firuzağa began to feel too small. So they moved to a larger and more modern apartment in Talimhane.
They were on the road to happiness, Ahmet told himself, but he still wasn’t happy.
Since Nazikter’s death, they’d had just one maid. Now Ahmet noticed that she was not a good c…
That was why she never crossed anyone. She had nothing to cross them with. She did not become involved in the lives of others, let alone identify with others. Wherever she happened to find herself, she kept herself at one remove, never joining in, never involving herself with others.
But not bec…
In ten years of marriage, her husband had not looked as strange to her as he did at this moment; no matter what her mood, she had never wished to recoil like this from his presence; since the day of their wedding, they had got along so well that she had come to think of him as an extension of her o…
