“Atiye — that was her name — was delivered of another son as big as a yearling sheep. And so she continued to bear children bu she gave them no peace. The village children roamed about wearing nothing but a greasy bib, but she clothed her own in a very odd manner. Young Nuğber gambolled about in the village dust and dirt dressed in nylon garments, with a ribbon in her hair and a dummy in her mouth. The boys climbed into the topmost branches of the walnut trees wearing dungarees held up with braces, and they chased the oxen and donkeys with colored whirligigs in their hands. ... On top of all that, their mother had invented something called 'soap,' and once every two days she nearly flayed them alive scrubbing them with it.”
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