Sal — Hicran Tamasasi Hirslй™nmй™ Basa

"Listen," Mammad began, waving a copper pipe vaguely. "I saw a speck of dust. Just one! I thought, 'Dadaş loves this samovar like a son. I shall polish it.' But the polish was strong, Dadaş! Too strong! It didn't just take the dust; it took the handle right off!"

Instead of exploding, Dadaş simply sat down, put his head in his hands, and laughed. "In the play, it’s a comedy," he whispered. "In my life, it’s a tragedy." Hicran Tamasasi HirslЙ™nmЙ™ Basa Sal

Dadaş took a deep breath, trying to remember the lessons of the play he loved so much. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Hicran tamaşası... don't be a Dadaş today." "Listen," Mammad began, waving a copper pipe vaguely

He opened his eyes, forced a terrifyingly tight smile, and said, "Fine. Başa sal (explain). How do you plan to fix it?" I thought, 'Dadaş loves this samovar like a son