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PART 1

SESİM SARPKAYA FEN LİSESİ

KEMAL USLU

1.Sebahat Nur Pınar Ç. 8. Yasemin K.

2. Fatma Ezel G. 9. Tuğba G.

3. Sude G. 10. Yezdan G.

4. Elif B. 11. Aziz Deniz K.

5. Nehir D. 12. Muhammet Efe S.

6. İrem Su D. 13. Yağmur Ceylin K.

7. Simay T. 14. Demir Kaan D.

He pulled the bolt of the wooden door and opened it slowly. His legs were numb from sitting in the chair all night. He stepped out, stepping on the stone standing in the doorway. He took a step or two, bent the index fingers of both hands, rubbing his eyes. The rain, which had been raining intermittently since yesterday, had completely stopped, and the fog cloud that had settled on the plateau had disappeared. He looked at the camp from the hill where the coffee was located. Smoke was rising from the chimneys of several houses. He turned back to his house. The morning drizzle stood like transparent beads on the thin grass. He rubbed his hands on the grass, then on his face. He was startled, he felt cold. He looked back to where his house was. A fear that overcame the anger and regret in him settled in his heart.

Blindly, Feyyaz had spent the night at the cafe again, he muttered to himself. The pain had not kept him awake all night. He had been immersed in the morning, but woke up with the same pain again. He straightened slightly, looking at his children lying on the floor. They lay huddled together in the cold. Now, if his stomach wasn't in his nose, he would get up, light the stove, put a kettle of water on the stove, go down to the barn, feed the cows and milk them. Then he would leave the milk bucket in the kitchen and prepare the children's breakfast. But he had been in pain since the night. She became pregnant with the hopes of having a boy after three girls, and the birth was near. He turned his head to the side where the children were sleeping.

--Hamide, Hamide!

The girl sleeping on the side of the bed close to the wall suddenly sat up.

--What's wrong, did you call me?

--Hey girl, get up and light the stove.

--My father was a collar, mother, should you call him?

--Let me call your father, is your father coming home?

The little girl got up from the bed and went to the stove. He casually threw the fine wood in a bucket on the side into the stove. Then he kindled a kindling and placed it among the woods. When the thin wood started to catch fire, he threw two of the thick woods against the wall behind the stove into the stove. Leaving the lid and top slightly ajar, as her mother had done, she filled the large teapot with blackened edges and placed it on the stove.

- Shall I go down to the barn, mother?

--No girl, leave the barn now. Take something thick, go and tell Aunt Fadime. When you milk your cows, let them come to us.

The little girl threw on the thick parka that stood behind the door and was almost as tall as her shoulders. He opened the door. When he got out, he slammed the door shut so that the cold wouldn't come in. The thick stick that his mother, who had trouble walking, used every time she went out, was leaning against the wall by the door. He took the stick and began to walk, banging the tip on the ground.

PART 2

HALİL İNALCIK SOSYAL BİLİMLER LİSESİ

MİRAY EŞİYOK

1. Hiranur K. 5. Cennet B.

2. Yunus Emre K. 6. Elif M.

3. Eymen C. 7. Sidal G.

4. Elif A. 8. Seher G.

Feyyaz wiped his wet hands on his sweater. He felt the pockets of his coat. He took the pack of cigarettes from his right pocket and opened it. There was only one cigarette left in it. It was said that how much I drank that merit. lit. He crumpled the pack of cigarettes and tossed it into the grass. He heard the sound of the wooden door. He turned his head that way. Çakır Ali was standing in the doorway looking at him. This man was the owner of the cafe, he was also the headman of the village. Çakır Ali was of medium height and skinny. He gave importance to his clothing, he never took off his jacket in summer and winter. He showed the gun in his belt to those who asked and said, "This is his cover." he would say.

--Is it cold like this in August, friend? Winter will come early this year, Feyyaz, what do you think?

--That's right.

- Haven't you been home yet?

--No, I'll go, even if he goes..

--Are you afraid of your wife? Fear, I think. Is a woman left alone with her stomach on her nose?

--You're right, Ali brother. Look, I'll tell you something.

Let me check.

You beat us well in the evening. Good luck, you always got the money.

--No, my son, we just fixed the damage.

--Forget it bro, there was no winner but you!

Feyyaz was silent for a while. His head was in front of him. He looked at the footprints in the mud on the ground. He had lost the money he borrowed for the birth of his wife on the way to the highland in gambling last night at the cafe. He was helpless. Cakir Ali was a tough guy. He didn't keep his word to anyone, especially when he got angry, he wouldn't see anything. He gathered his courage and turned to the headman:

--Brother, you know, my wife gave birth and will give birth. I have to take him to the doctor tomorrow. I had a little money, and I lost it in the evening. Well, I'll pay you as soon as possible, if you lend me some money...

His joy just disappeared because of Çakır Ali. He didn't really like Feyyaz anyway. He used to come for coffee every now and then, he's the customer. He knew that he did not vote for himself in the election.

--Nephew, I said, because I took my damage. And look, foresters will come to the plateau today. Host them in coffee, eat and drink, the world is money. Neither their stomachs are full, nor their pockets. How would you know that? Mukhtar says he got rid of it, you mind your business.

--You're right, my headman, make a brother. Happy birthday to you, I'll pay right away.

Cakir Ali frowned. He waved his hand into space.

--Come on, go home, I have a job too, don't distract me.

Feyyaz knew the stubbornness of the headman. In fact, the whole village knew. If he said no, no one could make him say no. He put his hand in his coat pocket and couldn't find what he was looking for. Then he felt his other pocket. He remembered that he had just smoked his last cigarette. She was just another girl. He looked towards his house. He dropped himself down the slope like an empty sack. He was descending swayingly, cursing himself, the headman and his fate as he slipped on the wet grass in between.

PART III

SESİM SARPKAYA FEN LİSESİ

İNSEL OLCAYTU

1.Hasan Y. 9. Irmak Ç.

2. Sümeyra B. 10. Nilay Y.

3. Feyza Ç. 11. Ahmet S.

4. Zeynep Ö. 12. Tuğba Bengü S.

5. Berika Nur Y. 13.Ahmet Tuna Ü.

6. Ayşe İkra E. 14. Rümeysa Rana C.

7. Deniz Y. 15. Tunahan S.

8. Selin S. 16. Utku Kuzey U.

--Fadime Aunt!

The old woman dropped the milk bucket in her hand and turned her head in the direction of the voice. He panicked for a moment when he saw the little girl appearing at the door.

--What's wrong, girl, did something happen to your mother, why did you come at this hour?

--Aunt, my mother called you. He woke me up, said go tell Aunt Fadime, if she's done, she should come here.

--Okay girl, you wait and don't get cold, go home. I'm going to put that milk on the stove and come.

Hamide leaned on the stick in her hand, imitating her mother, and started walking towards the house. He had hurriedly put on his mother's elastics, and he hadn't worn socks either. He felt cold feet and quickened his steps. He stopped when he came to the head of the garden surrounded by barbed wire and stakes. He turned his head to the coffee side and looked at it. She was angry with her father, she couldn't understand why she didn't come home at night. As he passed the garden gate and approached the house, he plunged the tip of the stick into the ground in order not to fall, and slowly descended the slope with the support of him. When he got to the door, he stopped, involuntarily turned his head back. His father was not in sight. Why didn't he come, did something happen to him? While he was thinking these things, he heard his mother's painful cries from inside. He pushed the door hard. The cold outside had entered the house before him through the open door. Emma looked at the open door. He wanted Feyyaz to be the one who opened the door. He would be very angry, he would say whatever he wanted in this painful way. But it was her husband, maybe the only person who could help her in this situation

--Come in, girl, close the door. You don't have a father around, is he?

--No, mom, I looked towards the coffee, but it's not there.

--Is your Aunt Fadime coming, girl?

--Geliyu mother, geliyu.

--Let's see. In the past, when there was no road trace, he had given birth to most women in this plateau. He has aged, but because of your unfortunate father, my birth will be left to him at this rate.

While Esma was saying these things, Aunt Fadime had appeared behind Hamide in the doorway.

--Esma, how are you my daughter?

--I'm not well, aunt, I'm not well at all. I've been dying from pain since last night.

--Where is Feyyaz, my girl? I wish he could find a car and take you to the doctor. Is it possible to give birth on such mountain tops? They used to be.

--I don't know, my aunt, what the hell Feyyaz, I don't know. He went out for coffee in the evening, he didn't come back yet, as he fell over. Come on in, the door is cold, it's cold inside the house too

While Aunt Fadime was taking off her tires, Hamide, standing in front of the door, shouted excitedly:

--Mother, here comes my father, look!

Feyyaz was standing at the beginning of the garden, looking at Aunt Fadime and Hamide, who were waiting in front of the open door. What was Aunt Fadime doing here now, or was Esma giving birth? Hamide is also outside, in a parka on her back. I hope it's good.

---Feyyaz, don't sit there, come on!

Feyyaz was startled when Aunt Fadime called out.

--I'm coming, I'm coming.

He went through the garden gate and ran down to the front of the house.

PART IV

ÖZEL YAŞAM TASARIM FEN LİSESİ

BAHRİYE PIRIL

1. Arel G. 8. Ayda T.

2. Beyza T. 9. Burak D.

3. Buse Ç. 10. Erkan A.

4. Gökçen K. 11. Hasan K.

5. Kerem S. 12. Vedat B.

6. Zeynep A. 13. Çınar B.

7. Ömer İ.

Aunt Fatma, after checking Esma, told Feyyaz to take her to the doctor as soon as possible and that the birth could happen at any time. Feyyaz remained silent and did not respond. The children had also woken up, had their stomachs filled with the breakfast that Hamide had prepared, without speaking.

--Come on Esma, get ready and let's go. Today is Friday. We will definitely find a car to go to the city.

--Are we waiting for a car like this, Feyyaz? When you go to coffee in the evening, you said that you will arrange a car for tomorrow, what happened?

--I said that, there is no. The time for hazelnuts was approaching, and there was hardly anyone in the cafe. There is a headman who has a car in the plateau, and he has a job. What if the foresters were coming?

--What are we going to do, Feyyaz, shall we go and wait? What if it doesn't come, I'm dying of pain, do you understand?

--I understand Esma, I understand, but I can't help it. There are no people on the plateau. Let's go, we'll find it.

Feyyaz had a shop in the town. It's an old little shop. He did welding work. He also took care of minor faults. But now most cars are electronic. That's why there wasn't much work for the old masters. Feyyaz used to work well when he was in the shop, but he did not like to stay in the shop very much. He spent most of his time in the cafe, playing games. Usually he would lose. He borrowed money from shopkeepers and friends, often not paying it back. Even if he did, he would pay piecemeal much later. That's why nobody wanted to give money. He sought a loan for Esma's birth, but no one gave it. That's why he had come to the highland a week ago and sold the calf in the barn. Neither Esma nor the children wanted her calf to be sold. There was already a cow and a calf in the barn. He also borrowed some money from his uncle. This money was more than enough for Esma's birth, but he lost it all to Çakır Ali last night in gambling. If Esma heard it, all hell broke loose. He didn't really care about the car business. If they were on the road, someone would definitely pass by. Besides, almost all of the drivers passing this road knew Feyyaz.

--Get up Esma, let's grab it.

Esma took the hand that stretched out to her, the skin cracked and hardened like sandpaper.

--Oh slow! Don't pull me away, slowly lift me up. Take that bag too, don't forget it here.

PART V

RASİM DOKUR ANADOLU LİSESİ

ARİFE DAĞLI DEMİR

1-Eda M. 8-İsmihan E.

2-Sude Ö. 9-Nurgül Ç.

3-Hatice Z. 10-Efe D.

4-Nisa Ç. 11-Muhsin Ç.

5-Zeynep M. 12.Ayten Y.

6-Hatice Naz Y. 13. İrem B.

7-Ümmü Gülsüm M.

Esma had a hard time climbing the path from the house to the garden gate. He didn't have the stick he was used to. It wouldn't help though. He took Feyyaz's arm and held his stomach with one hand as he went up the hill. When they climbed the slope, he stopped for a while and took a breath.

--Go slow, Feyyaz, I can't go!

-- Okay, let's stop for a while. When you get to the driveway, you'll have a good rest until someone arrives.

He straightened up and took Feyyaz's arm. They walked slowly down the path that led to the driveway. When she reached the road, Esma stopped. Feyyaz also stopped. Feyyaz turned his head in the direction of the coffee. It looked for a while. There was no car in sight, but it would surely come. Cakir Ali came to mind. He had taken all the money at the gamble last night, but had not taken it out in the morning and given some. He was just as angry that he didn't.

--Of, I'm dying! Where is this car? What a clumsy man you are, you couldn't buy a car and come to this mountain.

He turned and looked at Esma for a while. He thought of his three children. If it wasn't for the girls, maybe he would have divorced Esma. He hadn't taken it very fondly anyway. The witch-wife who was to be his mother had forced him. Hardworking girl, thrifty girl, she said, went in and out of her mouth, and convinced Feyyaz. She had tortured both of them even after they got married.

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"Torosların Alıcı Kuşu- Memed, My Hawk"

Name: Torosların Alıcı Kuşu- Memed, My Hawk
Author: Miray Eşiyok

Miray Eşiyok, A. Ikra E., Arife Dağlı, Arrow Sea, Aybuke D, Ayzer E., BAHRİYE PIRIL, Berika Nur, Cennet B., Demir Kaan Deran, Deniz SSFL, Eda naz M., Elif A., Elif B., Elif M., Emine N., Eymenhisbil, Hasan Sesiminsel, Hatice nur Z., Hiranur K., Insel Olcaytu, Judgeback, Muhsin Çangur, Pınar Ç., Seher G., Sidal Hisbil, Sude ö., Sude C., Tuğba S, Yunus Emre Hisbil, Zeynep Ö., Zeynep M., İsmihan Ada E.

A man named Feyyaz wakes up after spending the night at a cafe and realizes that his wife, Esma, is in labor. He tries to find a car to take her to the hospital but struggles to find one. Eventually, they get a ride from a kind stranger and make their way to the hospital. Feyyaz anxiously waits for news about Esma's condition.

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