{"title":"ပုံနှိပ်စာအုပ် — ဘာသာပြန်စာပေများ","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-အာဖရိကဧကရီ","title":"Natnwe - African Empress","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough she herself was sick enough to be bedridden and on the verge of giving up, Rose could see that her brother, the priest Samuel Sayer, was even sicker. He was so weak that even when he knelt down to worship, it was as if he had fallen unconscious. His raised hands were shaking as if from an earthquake. Before Rose could close her eyes to focus on God, she could see how thin and contemplative his hands were.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs they were praying, the African heat became increasingly intense. Her clasped hands were as wet as if they had been immersed in water. Sweat was running down her clothes. Two small puddles of water had formed where her knees were. She felt a sudden urge to remove her undergarment. However, a girl over fourteen years old should not walk around in public without a undergarment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe had always been taught that. In fact, in Central Africa, wearing a corset was an impossible task. But Rose stubbornly resisted the urge to wear nothing under her white robe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the heat was too intense, the thought of not wearing clothes even during worship entered their minds. Suppressing that thought, they focused on Samuel's trembling voice in prayer. Samuel prayed that God would guide them and forgive their sins. Then he asked God to bless their missionary work. His voice was deeper than ever. But now von Hanneke and his troops had entered their area, razed the entire village to the ground, and all the Christians and non-Christians were rounded up and forced to serve as soldiers and porters in the German Central African Army.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTheir missionary work has almost ceased due to the lack of money. Buffaloes, cows, chickens, birds, bowls, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They took all their belongings and food with them. Only the bungalow where they lived was left at the edge of the empty field.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt this moment, Samuel's weakness disappeared and he prayed with great strength to avert the great calamity that had befallen this world. The destruction, the killing, the desolate and insane humanity\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe called for a renunciation of war and a return to eternal peace. Samuel's voice grew even more intense as he prayed for God to bless the armed forces of England as they fought against the godless militarists who had created this great war. Samuel's voice was filled with energy as he prayed for victory over the gods.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Amen... Amen... Amen\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Rose chanted, her head bowed on her clasped hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey knelt for a moment after the prayer, and then stood up. In the dim light Rose could see Samuel standing there, pale and pale, in a white robe. She did not light the lamp. Now that German Central Africa was at war with England, no one could say when they would be able to get kerosene and matches. They were cut off from the rest of the world and in enemy territory.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now... let's listen, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Samuel said with a laugh.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRose didn't help him undress. They were siblings who had grown up with strict discipline. She could only do it when he couldn't control himself. But after he had gone to bed, she crept in in the darkness, carefully lowering his mosquito net.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Goodnight Sister\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Samuel was still scratching his head even when he was so hot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Rose went to her room and lay down on the bed. Even in her thin nightgown, the heat was intense. Outside, she could hear the sounds of the African night. The howls of monkeys, the sounds of wild animals, the sound of a riverbank.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlong with the sounds of crocodiles and other insects buzzing around the mosquito net, she was so used to the sounds of mosquitoes that she almost didn't notice them anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe had fallen asleep before midnight, rolling in the heat. But when she woke up again, it was already dawn. Samuel seemed to be calling her. She left the room without shoes. She crossed the living room and entered Samuel's room. But if Samuel had remembered well and called her, it would not have been in the world. Now the words that came out of his mouth were not different. He would soon arrive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was as if he was explaining his achievements in the heavenly court.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The business failed. Because of the Germans. The Germans.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He recites.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, almost immediately, he died. Rose was weeping beside the bed. She stood up slowly, overcome by grief. The morning sun was setting on the empty field, surrounded by forests, and she was alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut the terror that followed the grief did not last long. She lived in the African bush for ten years, until she was thirty-three, not only because of her faith in religion, but also because of her faith in herself. As she stood in the quiet bungalow with the dead man, a feeling of resentment and hatred for the Germans and Germany began to well up in her heart. She told herself that if it had not been for von Honey King's power and conquests, Samuel would not have died in such a state of despair. Samuel had died only after seeing all their ten years of hard work destroyed in one hour.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRose considered the Germans to be worse than Samuel's death. They were destroying God's work. They were fighting in the dark of the wilderness in an army that consisted of ninety-nine non-Christians for every hundred men.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One can only guess how much religious faith there might be left among Christians.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRose knew about the forest. She could imagine the war that would be fought over a hundred thousand square miles. Even if their missionaries survived, they would not return to the mission. And even if they did, Samuel would be gone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRose judged herself that undermining the mission was a greater sin than killing Samuel. However, \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568770637973,"sku":"","price":7600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_71919c14-0835-41c8-bbc7-4b5d06960d54.jpg?v=1730211459"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-အများနှင်တစ်ယောက်","title":"Natnwe - Many and One","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA chilly January morning has begun to dawn around the town of Shettybury, New Hampshire. As the darkness slowly fades, the sky becomes a bright, hazy haze. Soon, silvery snow will fall. But there are still raindrops in the air. It reminds me of the Atlantic Ocean to the east.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe red brick buildings of the old city of Shattupally stand like a ghost town along the banks of the Potomac River. The Potomac River is Shattupally’s lifeblood. It rises in the snow-capped mountains of the northern region and flows southeast to the sea. The only two things that impede the river’s gentle flow are a dilapidated dam and a defunct waterwheel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlong the riverbank are old factories. They are a reminder of the area's once thriving textile industry. At the southern end of the city is the Recycling Chemical Plant. The plant processes rubber, plastic, and vinyl products. Smoke rises from the giant chimneys and mixes with the clouds. The entire area is filled with the smell of rubber and plastic. Around the plant are mountains of discarded rubber tires.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs it reaches the south of the city, the river passes through tree-covered hills, snow-covered meadows, and stone walls built three hundred years ago.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbout six miles south of town, the river turns eastward, forming a peninsula of about six acres. In the center of it is a shallow lake. A small stream connects the lake and the river. Behind the lake is a small hill. On top of the hill stands a small white Victorian house. With a hipped roof. The road, lined with oak and maple trees, winds its way along a long winding road to Highway 301.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbout twenty-five yards north of the house, among the bushes, was an old, dilapidated barn. By the pond, there was a small building similar to the main house. It was a children's playhouse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA beautiful New England landscape. A January painting. Just a little bit smaller. No fish in the pond. A small garden around the pond.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are none.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe pale morning light filtered through the curtains into the picturesque white house, and she looked the same age. But Catherine seemed to be only a fraction of the age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChara lay on his elbows, gazing at her delicate form. Her face was shining in the moonlight. His mind was stirred as he looked at her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He looked at the clock on the table. There were still twenty minutes before the alarm would go off. He lay back down on the bed. He found his wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe thought about his work. His business was growing rapidly. His mind was racing. What if a man named Charles Martel of Tenn., New Jersey, could solve the mystery of cancer? He was very close to it. But the strange thing was that he was not a trained scientist. When his first wife, Elizabeth, was ill, he was just a trainee doctor studying poisoning. It was only when his wife died that he began to earn a living.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe gave up his job and became a full-time researcher at the Weiberger Research Institute. It was in response to the death of his wife. His colleagues did not encourage him to do this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCatherine knew her husband was awake, so she turned to face him and hugged him. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and smiled at him. His expression was strange...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you thinking, brother?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Looking at my sister\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, yes, isn't your sister beautiful?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Not pretty\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He began, brushing her hair from her forehead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Catherine's sleepiness had subsided. Knowing that her husband was awake and alert, she stroked him with one of her hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs snowflakes began to fall on the roofs, the two lovers drifted away in deep touch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Just then, the clock chimed, signaling the start of the day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMichele heard Catherine's voice calling from afar. She was dreaming. In the dream, she and her father were walking through a large field. Michele ignored Catherine's voice. But then the voice came again. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Catherine's smiling face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's time to get up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMichelle took a deep breath and nodded. She said she was awake. Last night had been a bad night for her. She had nightmares. Sweat was pouring down her body. She was hot under the blanket and cold when she got out of it. She had been thinking about going to her father all night. She would have gone to him alone, of course.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh, my daughter's skin is red.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Catherine said, opening the curtains. She felt Michele's forehead with her hand. It was hot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It looks like you're sick again, are you feeling well?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Catherine asked kindly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm fine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Michelle replied quickly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMichelle doesn't want to get sick. She's afraid she'll miss school. She wants to get out of bed and make orange juice. Making orange juice is her job.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I should take my daughter's temperature.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Saying this, Catherine went into the adjoining bathroom. When she came out, she was carrying a thermometer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Just a minute, kid, then you'll know what happened.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She put the mercury in Michel's mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Put it under your tongue, I'll wake the kids up and come back.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the door closed, Michelle pulled out the thermometer. In a short time, the thermometer had risen to 99 degrees. She knew she had a fever. Her legs were aching.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She put the mercury back in her mouth. From where she lay, she could see her playhouse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe playhouse was built by her father. The roof was covered with fresh snow. Her body shivered at the sight. She longed for spring. She longed for the days when she had lived in that little house. She and her father were alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the door opened, fifteen-year-old Jean Paul had already woken up. He had a physics book in his hand. The clock radio by his head was humming softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Rock and roll music is playing. He is wearing a dark red nightgown with blue flowers. It was a Christmas present from Catherine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It takes twenty minutes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Catherine said softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, Mom.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Jean-Paul replied with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCatherine paused. She looked down at the boy. Her heart fluttered. She wanted to pull him into her arms and hold him. But she held it in. The three children didn't like human contact very much. At first, it was a bit awkward for Catherine. Catherine came from an Italian neighborhood in Boston. Hugs were not uncommon for them. Her father was Latvian, but he left when she was twelve, so Catherine had no influence on him. She was completely Italian.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'll wait for breakfast.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Catherine said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJean Paul knew that Catherine liked to be called Mom. He called her that. It was a great reward for the kindness he received from her. Jean Paul's father was very busy in Jean Paul's life. His brother, Chat, ignored him. His little sister, Michelle, was no different. In this situation, Catherine came along. Catherine then legally adopted the three siblings. Jean Paul would have called her \"Grandma\" if Catherine had wanted him to. Catherine\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568771457173,"sku":"","price":8550.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_734ee42f-0804-44f5-a3ce-ea6315b15457.jpg?v=1730211471"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-သေမင်းနှင့်လက်တစ်ကမ်း","title":"Nat Nwe - One Hand in Hand with Death","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Van Buren stopped at the top of a rocky cliff, a cliff that touched the blue sky. He sat on a rock and took out his pipe and his tobacco pouch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is in his forties or fifties, tall and well built, with a strong build. His hair is starting to turn gray around his ears. He has served as a police officer for a year, and his blue eyes reflect the strength of his heart and mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA moment later, Sergeant Jair arrived near him and threw him on the ground, gasping for breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Sergeant, it’s good to come to a place like this more often.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Van Buren said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Just let me go, sir, I'll come, father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I haven't had a day off since Wari, it's been a long time since I last rested, and it's already a day that will make history in my life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Van Bru smiled and lit the cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sergeant, it's not a good idea to get into this job.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e An explosion echoed from a distance. The sergeant sat up quickly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's that sound?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Quarrying\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My brothers' labor camp?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDwyer looked out over the vast expanse of the land. He squinted his eyes and stared out. For the first time in months, he felt at peace. The fresh air drove the city life from him. It was a delightful coincidence, as well as a strange reason, that the old man should have thought of visiting a notorious prison in Britain on such a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne thing he noticed during the two years he had been with the Special Intelligence Unit was that Police Colonel Divan Brue had a way of handling big cases on his own terms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let's go\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Van Buren said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoyar rolled over and got up. He saw a dead goat hanging from a bush in the valley to his left.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it possible to see the meaning of death in a place like this, on a day like this?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No matter where you go, you can't avoid death.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then Van Brue looked at the phone booth and stared at it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When the snow melts, this land is a dangerous wilderness. No matter how far a person travels all day, in the end he will end up back where he started.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No one can escape this phone-sick land, that's what they say, isn't it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Voyeur opened her mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, that's right. In the history of this area, only one person has ever disappeared, and that person was most likely buried in a mud puddle. How scary those mud puddles are.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If it's good, it can even swallow a three-ton truck.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's a great place to build a prison.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“That’s why they built this prison here.” Van Bruehl climbed into the car parked on the narrow street below. Dwyer followed. He stepped over the grass and puddles, and water seeped into his boots through the laces.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Dwyer reached the car, Van Bruegel was already sitting in it, so he climbed behind the steering wheel, started the engine, and drove off.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He was hot and tired. His feet were wet. He was angry. But he tried to push it away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"One hundred and seventy miles, my feet are wet and my ankles are sore, I think he's responsible for that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Van Bru turned abruptly. His blue eyes were cold and hard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I think so too, teacher.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDwyer sighed. He thought one of Dib Van Brue's famous storms of anger was about to explode over his head. But it didn't. Van Brue simply relit his cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo Doyle had to drive carefully. Herds of sheep and horses often crossed the road carelessly. After about ten minutes, they reached a small hill. They could see the prison in the valley below.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mountain of Phoen Soe rises in the distance, a dull blue, almost touching the horizon. At the top of the quarry, a small red flag flutters in the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of the mine explosion echoed in the distance like thunder on a mountainside. As the stone wall shattered into pieces, white smoke filled the desolate land.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA whistle blew. As the prisoners emerged from one of the buildings, a Range Rover drove down the dirt road and stopped near the ditch. The driver had pale hair and blue eyes. He looked much younger than his years. His clothes were new and tight. He seemed very uncomfortable with himself. He got out of the car and\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe passed prisoners loading rocks onto a car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Officer Marvin, on duty, walked over to meet the man who had gotten out of the car. A large black Alsatian dog followed him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's up, Drake? Have you given Maung Rin the task?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I have a letter about a man named Rogan, and the prison warden has asked for him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Drake pulled a piece of paper from his breast pocket. Marvin signed the paper and waved it toward a small valley below.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's Rogan, I'll go see him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRogan was working with his shirt off. He was at least six feet three inches tall. Every time he swung his hammer, the muscles on his back bulged and bulged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh my God, a giant monster?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Drake chanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Marvin nodded...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“No one who comes here has gained weight, but Xiao Rogan has become more and more fat, both physically and mentally, and has gained weight. He is the most terrifying person among the people here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No one is coming with me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No need, he's just a guy waiting for his release date, so the prison guard must want to see him, he's not going to escape at a time like this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe dredge went down. Xiao Rogan's body, which had been healthy and strong due to hard work, was truly terrifying. The large scar from the bullet on his left chest was also terrifying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDrake stopped a yard or two from Rogan. Rogan looked up. His sharp chin and short beard covered both cheeks. His eyes were as pale as the water on a rock. Or the mist of an autumn day. They were calm, without revealing any inner feelings. They seemed to be hiding secrets. His face was the face of a soldier. It was the face of a wise man. But it was certainly not the face of a criminal.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Shan Rogan?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Derek asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The human giant nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, it's me, what's the matter?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There was not a hint of emotion in his tone, making Drake sound like a rookie being interrogated by a superior officer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The prison warden has something to talk about.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRogan grabbed his shirt from a nearby rock and pulled it over his head. He then followed Drake. He held the large rock-breaking hammer comfortably in one hand. Rogan placed the hammer near the officer in charge and\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A gift for you\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMarvin patted his shoulder lightly. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568774144149,"sku":"","price":6175.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_19ee91b3-3ae3-4c88-8da6-1770ac85a5fd.jpg?v=1770807671"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-သုံးနှစ်သုံးမိုး","title":"Natnwe - Three years, three rains","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was getting dark. Some of the houses had lights on. A small moon was rising behind the little hut at the end of the road. Lappatik was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, waiting for the evening service to end in the Peter and Paul Cathedral. He figured that Yulia would pass by their house on her way back from the service. Then he would have a chance to talk to her. If it was convenient, he could stay with her all night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had been sitting here for an hour and a half. During this time he had seen his home in Moscow, his friends in Moscow, his servant Peter, and his writing desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was lost. He was staring at the quiet, dark trees with a confused expression. It was strange to him that he was not living in a summer resort in Sukoniki, but in a small house in the forest township, where every morning and evening there was a constant hum of thunder, a great dust cloud, and herds of cattle drove past.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe also remembered the long and varied Moscow conversations in which he had recently participated. In these conversations they talked about how one could live without love. Passionate love was just a state of madness. In the end, there was no love at all. It was just the physical pleasure of the opposite sex. When he thought about these things, if he were asked what love was now, he would have no answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe evening service was over. The crowd was emerging. I looked at the gloomy figures with my hands. The Archbishop had already left in his carriage. The bells had stopped ringing. The green and red lights on the bell tower had gone out one by one. The crowd was quietly leaving the church. Some were standing under the windows, talking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut finally, he heard a familiar voice. But he was startled. Because it wasn't just Yulia, there were two female companions. He was disappointed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's bad, that's bad\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He chanted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut when they reached the intersection, Yulia stopped before turning into a small alley, parting ways with the two women. Then she looked in the direction of the laptop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm going to your house right now, so I can talk to your father. Is he home?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “There’s a lot to do, it’s still early to go to the club.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe alley was lined with large courtyards. The fences were covered with cypress trees. In the moonlight, the cypress trees cast shadows, so that the fences and gates on the other side of the street were all in darkness. I could hear the whispers of some women, the laughter of a few children, and the soft sound of a lute. The smell of cypress trees and dried grass filled the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe whispers of the darkness and the scent of incense filled the palm. He suddenly felt a desire to embrace his companion. He wanted to cover her face, her arms, her elbows with kisses. He wanted to kneel at her feet and tell her softly how long he had loved her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the fragrance of the temple flowers wafted from her, he himself remembered how he had once gone to the evening service with great faith in God, and how the pure love and beauty of the temple were like a poem.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe longs for love. But because the girl doesn't love him, the happiness he had hoped for at that time seems to be lost forever.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe spoke with interest about the health of her sister Nina Fedorovna. Her sister had surgery for cancer two months ago. Now they all hope that the disease will not worsen again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They started.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I just went to see him this morning. He hasn't lost weight this week, but I think his skin has gotten lighter.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Yulia Sergeevna said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, yes, there is no sign of a relapse, but he seems to be getting weaker every day, I can't imagine how it could be.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The hand replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a moment of silence, Yulia\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... God, he was once really healthy and really fat and his cheeks were really rosy. Everyone here called him the mayor of Moscow. But he was like a peasant on church days.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He usually dresses simply and modestly, just like his brother. That's what makes him so special.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Sergei Voris was at home. He was very strong, very red. He was wearing a long coat that reached below his knees, making his legs look short. He was pacing back and forth in the library. He had his hands in his pockets and was humming a song.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ru.........ru.......ru.........ru\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis white mustache was unkempt. His hair was disheveled, like someone who had just woken up. And his study was as messy as his body. There were pillows on the sofa, papers in the corner, and a stray dog ​​under the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Mr. Lappati wants to see your father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe daughter said to her father as she entered the study.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Ru..ru...ru.ru”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He hummed the tune louder and then walked towards the living room. He shook hands with Lappati.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What's the news?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was dark in the living room. The laptop was not sitting in the chair, but was holding the hat in its hand, apologizing for the inconvenience. He asked his sister what she should do to sleep well at night. He asked why she was so thin. He remembered that he had asked these questions when the doctor came home in the morning, so he asked a new question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Would it be better if we call a specialist from Moscow? What is the doctor's opinion?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The doctor sighed. He shrugged his shoulders. He waved his hand as if to say he didn't know what to say.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is being abused. He is a picky, sensitive doctor. He is always considered untrustworthy, untrustworthy, and unrespectful. People are taking advantage of him. His colleagues are jealous of him. Because of this, he constantly blames himself. He is just a fool who is being used by others.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYulia Sergeyevna lit the glass lamp. She was tired from attending the service. Her face was pale and tired. Her movements were weak. She wanted to rest. On a sofa\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She sat down. She placed her hands on her knees. Then she started to stare.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew he was ugly. He was short. He was full-bodied. His cheeks were red. His hair was thin. He was so simple that he looked like a wild man. He was out of proportion in the world of women. He spoke too much. His manners were strange. Now he hated himself for it. He didn't want Yulia to get bored of being with him. He needed to say something. But what could he say? Should he just say something about his sister's illness?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFinally, he spoke of the usual medicines. Then he spoke of health. Then he said that he had long been planning to build a hostel in Moscow. He had even calculated the estimated cost. According to his plan, a worker would get a place to sleep for the night for only five or six kopecks. He would also get bread and hot vegetable soup. He would get a dry bed and a blanket. He would also have a place to dry his wet shoes and clothes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYulia was silent in his presence, as usual. He, as a person in love, was guessing her thoughts and her plans. If she had not returned home from the evening service to change clothes and drink tea, it was because she had been invited somewhere.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“But I’m not in a hurry to build that overnight stay, I haven’t done it yet, because \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568775389333,"sku":"","price":2250.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_4eaf639b-f6bf-4ce7-8cc7-ed44f12583c9.jpg?v=1730211529"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-လျှို့၀ှက်သောသင်္ကေတအာရောဂျံ","title":"Natnwe - Secret Symbol Arojam","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Everyone knows why Ye Mo died. Ye Mo sacrificed himself as a public servant, the Newark police chief told close friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Who has ever heard of a police officer being put in the electric chair for killing a criminal? He was just demoted from his position, he was just fired from his job, now what, he's put in the electric chair?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The police chief told reporters...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A very unfortunate incident, William was a truly wonderful and excellent employee.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But journalists aren't fools. They know exactly why William had to die.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“This man is crazy. How could he let a crazy person loose on the street? Why did this man use the method of beating? This man beat a person up and left him in an alley. Then he left his badge as a witness. And he said that people set him up, crazy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe defense attorney also understands very well why his client lost the case.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The problem is that stamp. How can he get away with all this evidence? Why doesn't he admit to hitting that girl? If he did, where would the judge sentence him to death?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, there is one person who cannot understand this punishment. The punishment is too great. The punishment is too swift. But he does not understand, he cannot understand. It will end at 1135 tonight. After that, nothing will be different. )\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRemo Williams sits on a bed in his cell, smoking one cigarette after another. His light brown hair is shaved bald on both sides of his head, where he will be given an electric shock.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis prison uniform, the gray trousers, were torn to the knees. His white socks were spotless except for the spots where they were stained with cigarette ash. He had stopped using his ashtray yesterday.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe threw the cigarette butts on the floor. He sat and watched them burn in a puff of smoke. The cigarette butts eventually left no trace.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwo guards opened the cell door and an inmate cleared the room. At that time, he was waiting between the two guards outside the cell.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he re-enters the room, there will be no evidence left of him smoking in this room or of cigarette butts burning on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe couldn't leave any trace of himself in this cell. The bed was steel and unpainted, so he couldn't etch his initials. If he had scratched the mattress, they would have replaced it with a new one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe doesn't have a single string to tie anything to. He can't even break the electric bulb above his head. The bulb is covered with a thick sheet of glass, and on top of the glass is a layer of steel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf he wants to break the ashtray, he can break it. Also, if he wants to write something on the new face porcelain bowl, he can write something on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e But what should he write? Should he write a letter of advice, should he write a memoir? Who should he write to? Why should he write? What could he say to them?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA man does his job. He is punished. In the middle of the street where he is assigned, a criminal is found dead. In his hand is his badge of honor. They do not give him any honors. They all fall into the trap they have set for him. For this, he faces the electric chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe society he had worked to bring to death row, where he had tried to bring all the bad guys, thieves, liars, murderers, smugglers, and criminals who were causing trouble to society, has now turned its back on him, the society for whose good he had given his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat should I do? Those who break the law will not end up in the electric chair, but those who protect the law will end up in the electric chair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's impossible to write about these things in a new porcelain vase. So what will I do? I'll light a cigarette and smoke it. I'll sit and watch the fire burn out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Remo Williams took the cigarette out of his mouth, held it in front of his eyes, and then threw it on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were two packs of cigarettes on the blanket beside him. He took a drag of a fresh one and looked at the two guards who stood behind him. He hadn't spoken to them in two days, since he had been listed as dead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYe Mo looked at the newly rolled cigarette. He suddenly disliked the bitter taste and tore off the wrapper and threw it on the floor. Then he put the broken cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply. The smoke rose towards the ceiling. Suddenly, his face stiffened and he stomped the cigarette with his foot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNothing seems to matter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He slowly leaned towards the cigarette stubs on the floor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We'll explain.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A guard said, \"His name is Mike, I remember him vaguely.\" Mike was a tall, handsome man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll sort it out myself.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYe Mo spoke. The words coming out of his mouth were slow and heavy. How long had it been since he had spoken?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Would you like something to eat? It’s already raining, but I’ll get something.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The guard asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ye Mo shook his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I’ll clean it up now, how much time do I have left?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There's still half an hour left.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ye Mo didn't say anything. He was wiping the ashes on the floor with both of his big hands. It would be more convenient if he had a dustpan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “What can we do for you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mike asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ye Mo shook his head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Nothing, just smoke a cigarette.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We're not allowed to smoke here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes, please take one, I have two.” “Thank you, I’m not allowed to take one.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Your job is very important.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's just a job. Our job is not like patrolling. But it's a job where we have to watch.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... work is work.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYe Mo said this and smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The guard said. Then there was silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ye Mo thought about saying something, but couldn't think.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “The priest will be here in a moment,” the guard said. Ye Mo frowned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I haven't been to church in a long time, since I left the life of a priest. Oh, and I'll tell you. All the bad guys I caught were priests in church when they were young.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Anyone who has been a student, Protestant or Jewish, will surely know something I don't. Okay, I'll see you when the priest comes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Ye Mo stretched his legs and walked towards the door. He placed his right hand on the bars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... it's a pretty uncomfortable job.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe guard nodded. Both guards took a step back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Okay, but wait a minute.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There's not much time left\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The guard said with a lowered face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There's still a little time, just a few minutes.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, the priest will come here even if we don't go.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It’s just work, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They will save his soul, as stipulated in the Penal Code.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know, I've only been here two years. No one has ever sat on a chair in all that time. Wait, I'll go see if the priest is ready.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't look\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'll be back, I'll be back to the top\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Then go ahead, it’s your choice, I apologize,” Ye Mo said, refusing to say anything. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568800587925,"sku":"","price":6650.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d35cf396-f7b5-46a9-affc-b07031b23f5c.jpg?v=1730211575"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ရဲတိုက်ကြီး","title":"Nat Nwe - Castle","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [ 1 ]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Kay arrived, the rain had already set. The village was shrouded in fog. The mountain on which the castle stood was hidden by darkness and fog. There was not even a light to indicate that there was a castle there. Kay stood on the wooden bridge on the main road to the village and stared for a long time at the deceptively wide expanse above him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen he set out to find a place to sleep for the night. The inn was still busy. The innkeeper, embarrassed by the lack of room for an unexpected guest who had arrived so late at night, allowed him to sleep on a straw sack in the living room. Some of the farmers were still drinking beer, but Kay didn’t feel like talking to them, so he carried a straw sack from upstairs and lay down next to the stove. The place was warm and the farmers were quiet, and he fell asleep while watching them with tired eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut he soon woke up. A young man, with thick eyebrows, narrow eyes, and the face of an actor, dressed like a city man, stood beside him, with the innkeeper. The farmers were still in the room, some of them turning their chairs to be more visible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man apologized very politely for waking Kay, then introduced himself as the son of the chief of police. He then said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“This place belongs to the castle. So, whoever lives in this village, or spends the night in this village, is like staying in the castle. No one is allowed to do so without the king’s permission. You don’t have that permission either. Or you can’t show any permission.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKay got up from his bed a little, ran a hand through his hair, and looked up at the two people standing next to him. Then\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What am I doing here? There is a castle in this village.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is there?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Surely. It is the castle of my lord, King Westwest.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs heads shook here and there at Kay's words, the young man spoke slowly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Does a person need permission to sleep here?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kay asked, wanting to make sure what he heard wasn't a dream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “A person must have a permit.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the young man replied, he made a mocking gesture towards Kay and then asked the people in the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There must be a permit, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, then I'll go get a permit.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKay pushed the blanket away to get out of bed and yawned. “Who are you going to get it from?” the young man asked. “From the king. That’s the only way to do it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e K replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are you going to get permission from the king in the middle of the night?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young man chanted as he took another step back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Isn't that possible?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKay asked coldly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Then why did you wake me up?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Here, the anger of the youth boiled up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't be a fool. Respect the king's authority. I'm telling you to leave the king's territory right now.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He shouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't make these kinds of proportions\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e K replied in a cold voice. Then he lay down again and pulled the blanket over himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My dear, you have gone a little too far. I will speak to you about your conduct tomorrow. If necessary, the innkeeper and the gentlemen of the house will support me. I will tell you. I am the surveyor you are looking for. My two assistants will arrive tomorrow with their equipment in a horse-drawn carriage. I came here to walk in the snow. But unfortunately, I often get lost and am so late that I have to wait so long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I've just arrived. I knew before you told me that it was too late to report to the castle. That's why I'm sleeping here. That's why you have the right to disturb me so uncivilized. That's all I have to say. Good night, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Saying this, Kay leaned towards the stove.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you writing a land survey?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He heard a hesitant question from behind him. Then all was quiet. However, the young man soon regained consciousness and, as if aware that K was sleeping, raised his voice, but spoke to the innkeeper in a loud but clearly audible voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll call and check.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, is there a telephone in this village inn? They have everything they need. For a moment, K was surprised. But all in all, it was exactly as he had expected. The telephone was right above his head. He was so sleepy that he didn’t see it. If the young man had to call, no matter how good he was, he couldn’t help but disturb K. The problem was that K wouldn’t let him call. K decided to let him. Then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be asleep. So he turned around.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe saw the big farmers standing head to head. The arrival of a land surveyor was no small matter. The kitchen door opened. The huge figure of the innkeeper, standing in the doorway, blocked the entire doorway. The innkeeper tiptoed over to the woman to tell her what was going on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow he heard a voice on the telephone. The chief of police was asleep. He was in contact with one of the deputy chiefs, Hafriz. The young man called himself Schwarzer. He reported that he had found Kay. He was in his thirties, sleeping peacefully on a straw bag, and that he had not found a shoulder bag to use as a pillow, and that he had not found a walking stick nearby. He did not suspect the creature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe innkeeper had failed to do his job, so he (Shawarza) had to make inquiries, he had woken the man up and questioned him, he had to remind him that this was the king's territory, the man did not seem to take it well, and finally the man said that he was a surveyor hired by the king, so he needed to get official confirmation of this statement, so Shawarza asked Hafriz to inquire at the headquarters whether the surveyor was waiting for him. He told him to call back immediately.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFritz made his inquiries and the young man waited for an answer. K did not change his position. He did not turn around once. He just stared into the open air, seemingly indifferent. The mixture of anger and cunning in Schwarzer's report made K realize that even subordinates like Schwarzer in the castle were rich in diplomatic skills. Not only that, they were not negligent in their diligence. They were assigned to the night shift at the headquarters. They seemed to answer inquiries immediately. Fritz called back. His answer seemed to be brief. Schwarzer immediately hung up the phone. Then, in anger...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"As I said. There's no trace of a land surveyor. Just an ordinary person. A vagabond and a liar. It could be worse than that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKay thought of them all. The Schwarzer, the big farmers, the innkeeper, the landlady. They would all be gathered around him and attack him. Kay crawled under the blanket to escape their first attack. At that moment, the telephone rang. Kay thought it was a special call. He slowly raised his head. This call could not possibly be related to Kay, but everyone hesitated. Schwarzer picked up the telephone. He listened to the other person talking for a long time. Then he said softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Is it a mistake? I’m sorry to hear that. The head of the department himself said that? That’s strange. That’s strange. How can I explain all this to the land surveyor?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKay listened. In this case, the castle recognized him as a land surveyor. However, in a way, this was not a good omen for him. Because this meant that the castle knew him well. After anticipating the possible situations, he accepted the challenge with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568802259093,"sku":"","price":8075.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d4b0b16e-fc6d-4f74-99ca-bfb74f5523ea.jpg?v=1730211588"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ရောမကမိန်းမပျက်","title":"Natnwe - Roman woman dies","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Part one\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt sixteen, I was truly beautiful. With a round face, piercing eyes, a straight nose, red lips, and white teeth. My mother used to say that I looked like the Virgin Mary. It was as if I had been told that I looked like a famous movie star. That was why I did my hair like the Virgin Mary. My mother said that my body was a hundred times more beautiful than my face. She went on to say that there was no one in all of Rome with a body like mine. At that time, I didn’t care much about my body. I thought that a pretty face was enough. But now I admit that my mother was right. I have straight thighs, a slender waist, a long back, a narrow waist, and broad shoulders. My stomach is firm and toned. The navel was so deep that it almost disappeared. But my mother said that it was more beautiful to be puffy. She thought that women should have a full belly rather than a sloppy one, as is the fashion these days. My breasts were very well developed. They were firm and firm. When I was told that I was too big, my mother said that was true beauty. She said that women today had no breasts. When I was undressed, I was tall and well proportioned. They later said that I looked like a sculpture. But when I was dressed, I was a slender girl, and no one would have thought that I had such a figure. The artist who first posed for me said that this was because the parts of my body were in perfect harmony and proportion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother had found this artist for me. My mother herself had been a model before she got married and became a seamstress. When I first went to see this artist, I said I would go alone, but my mother insisted. I was more embarrassed by the thought of having to undress in front of a stranger than by the thought of her talking to him. She really did. After my mother helped me undress, she made me stand naked in the middle of the room. Then she said passionately to the artist,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Look, how big her breasts are, how big her buttocks are, and look at her big thighs. Where can you find these thighs, these thighs, these breasts?\" My mother said this, pointing, patting, and touching my body parts. It was the way they show animals in the market to make people want to buy them. The artist laughed. I was embarrassed. And it was winter, and it was cold. However, I understood that these displays were not in an unwanted way, but rather to show off my beauty as a mother. If I was beautiful, it must be because my mother was beautiful. The artist seemed to understand this too. So I felt relieved and tiptoed to the stove to warm myself. The artist was about forty years old and a friendly man. He did not look at me with lust, but as an object. That made me feel better. Later, when he got to know me, he treated me with kindness and respect. He didn't treat me as an object, but as a person. I immediately liked him. I secretly loved him because he treated me so kindly. But he never pushed me. He always treated me as an artist. He never treated me as a man. Our relationship was always pure and honest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my mother had finished praising me, the artist went to a large pile of paper and took out a piece of colored paper and showed it to my mother. “That’s your daughter,” he said, and I stepped away from the stove and looked at the picture. It was of a woman lying naked on a bed. The woman really looked like me. However, she was naked, but she was wearing gold, silver, and rubies. So she must have been a queen or a woman of honor, and I was just an ordinary girl. “Yes. She looks very much like Adriana. Who is she?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Dinny\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The artist replied with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Where is Danny?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"An ancient goddess\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother told me to pose as the artist wanted, lying down, standing up, or sitting down. The artist said that she understood better than he did, and she immediately told me about her life as a model. At that time, she was the most beautiful model in Rome. The only thing that ruined that was her marriage. At that time, the artist made me lie down on a sofa. He adjusted the positions of my arms and legs as he liked. But he handled me gently. There was hardly any skin contact. Then, while my mother was talking, he began to sketch. When my mother realized that he was no longer listening to her and was absorbed in his painting, she asked:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How much do I pay my daughter per hour?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The artist gave me a price without taking his eyes off the canvas. My mother grabbed the clothes I had piled on a chair and threw them at me -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Get dressed, let's go\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait, why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The painter stopped working and asked in surprise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's okay, come on, Adriana, that's enough.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother pretended to be very polite and answered. But then my mother's behavior was terrible. How could she get that much money? Are you crazy? She started shouting at him at the top of her voice. She kept shouting that I was not an adult, that I was only 16 years old, and that this was the first time she had shown herself. When my mother wanted something, she would shout very loudly and pretend to be very angry. In fact, she was not really angry. However, my mother shouted like a buyer who had given a low price and a seller who had shouted. My mother shouted more at polite people. Because they would give her concessions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIndeed, the painter finally gave in. While his mother was arguing with him, he smiled and tried to say something. He was so tired that his mother stopped talking and asked him how much he wanted. However, his mother still didn't say anything directly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How much did the artist who painted that picture pay to pose for him?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's this about? It's from back in the day. I'd rather just give you a bottle of wine or a pair of gloves.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother started shouting again. She put him down and praised my beauty. Then, suddenly, she pretended to be satisfied and asked for the price she wanted. He nodded. Finally, they got on. My mother happily accepted the money he offered. Then, after a few brief words, she left. The painter closed the door and walked to his workbench.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Is that what your mother yells at?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Mom loves me very much\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That's the answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I think your mother loves money more.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, that's not it. He loves me the most. But my mother doesn't want to see me poor. She wants me to be rich and happy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI simply responded with a curt nod.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are two reasons why I am telling you about this artist in such detail. The first is that it was the first day I worked in my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was the day of the Lord. The other thing is that this incident shows my mother's character and how much she loves me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter work, I went to the milk shop where my mother was waiting. My mother asked me everything. She asked me what the painter and I were talking about. Then she explained that they usually wanted to keep their models as concubines.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"They're not people with a single penny, you can't get anything from them. With your looks, you can go a long way, you know?\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46934414688405,"sku":null,"price":8075.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_8c5bc9b3-8cfd-4728-8cd0-bda8aefd2f11.jpg?v=1770807605"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-မင်းမှာသစ္စာလူမှာကတိ","title":"Nat Nwe - You are a true man, I promise.","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[1]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At dusk, the jeep carrying Harry Carter crossed the bridge of the magnificent Dar El Kouq mansion outside Algiers and stopped before the beautifully decorated gate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Wait here”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCarter ordered the driver to leave, then climbed the steps, past the guards. Inside, in the cool, dark hall, a young captain in summer uniform was working at a desk. The nameplate in front of him read, “Captain George Kussett.” He looked up at Carter. He stood up when he saw Carter’s uniform, the crowns on his shoulders, and the second-class knighthood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What should I do, Major?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Qatar shows off his permit...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I have an appointment with General Eisenhower...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Captain Kusat looked at the permit for a moment and then nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It will take about ten minutes, Major. Sit down for a moment, I'll go tell you about the Major's arrival.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHarry Carter went out through a glass door into the courtyard and sat down in a chair. He hesitated for a moment, then took an old silver cigarette case from his coat pocket and selected a cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was forty-two years old, not very tall. He was a handsome man. His face was calm and gentle. He never smiled as he always did. He looked good in his military uniform. But what was surprising was that he was not of military descent, but the second son of a wealthy miller in Yorkshire, and was a natural scholar. He was educated at Leeds High School until he was thirteen, and then went to Winchester School.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was transferred to the school. In 1917, he left the school and enlisted in the army. He served as a child infantryman on the Western Front for the last eighteen months of World War I.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen he went to Cambridge University. He became a brilliant scholar. He served as a visiting professor of archaeology at the University of Florence. Then he returned to Cambridge University. At the age of thirty-five he became professor of ancient history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the Munich Agreement, he was recruited by British intelligence. He was involved in dismantling German espionage in England. He then moved to the Auxiliary Operations Division. He eventually moved to Cairo and worked at the Italian headquarters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Responsible. Then came the issue of Sicily.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe saw movement behind him and when he looked, he saw Captain Kusat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Major Carter, General Eisenhower will receive you right now.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEisenhower's office, like the rest of the mansion, is beautifully decorated with original architectural features. Only the maps on the wall indicate that it was the main office of the commander-in-chief of the North African Command.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen they entered the room, Eisenhower was standing on the outside patio. Cigarette\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDrinking. He was wearing riding breeches and boots. He rode out as he usually did every evening. He turned towards them and walked briskly. On his face was a famous smile. A smile that no one could imitate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Get some coffee, George... Wait, the Major would like some tea?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe said to Kusat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Coffee is fine, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Carter answered. He left abruptly. Eisenhower pointed to a chair for Carter and opened a file on the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How can a university student like the Major be a peasant from Sicily?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"For this, I would like the General to consider the university art club. I have even thought about entering the world of theater.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is the Major really that good?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"If I wasn't that good, I wouldn't be here, General.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Carter replied calmly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"When the Special Operations Command sent the major to Cairo to take charge of the Italian section, they didn't seem to take into account the fact that the major had traveled to Sicily three times on personal matters.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The general said while looking at the file.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, General, but we have no other choice. When it comes to Sicily, there is no one else who knows more about the people and the languages ​​of that island than me. I did some archaeological excavations there around 1930.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"So now that the Major is going to go once again, don't you think the Major is a little too old for this kind of thing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then Eisenhower pushed a piece of paper across the table. Carter picked it up. It was a special operations command.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOperational Directive No. 592\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For Major Harry Carter,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Operation, right arm\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Military area name, Fortunato\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Registered name: Giovanni Niccio\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eContent\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe have already discussed with Comrade the possibility of another visit to Sicily to complete the tasks he had undertaken during his visit to Sicily in February of this year. His mission, to be reiterated, is to liaise with the revolutionary groups in the Cammarata area to ensure maximum cooperation when the Allied forces launch a major offensive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo fulfill this responsibility, the comrade must clearly understand in his mind that there is no reason to prevent him from returning to the above-mentioned area.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eProgram\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe will travel to Sicily via the Maison Blanche air base by helicopter from the 138th (Special Mission) Squadron. He will parachute 10 kilometers west of Verona. He will be welcomed by the local revolutionary group. The comrade will live in the area under the name Giovanni Ciscio.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eInternal communication\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCommunication with the revolutionary forces in the Pamola region was through the Velona headman, who was living in a hut outside the town. Communication with the headquarters was by radio through the communications officer in the Velona region, Vittorio Barvi.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWeapons\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou can use whatever you like, but unarmed combat should be prioritized.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eConclusion\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Comrades, please note that this task is important. No other matter should take priority over this task. Complete within two weeks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe will carry out the mission. We will take you back by submarine. Detailed plans will be given by radio at the appropriate time. Delete now ... Delete now ... Delete now\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCarter took a match out of his pocket and struck it with his thumb. He touched the small flame to the bottom corner of the instruction sheet. When the instruction sheet caught fire, he walked over to the unlit fireplace and threw it in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The general shouldn't have this instruction in his hands either.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe door opened and a man entered carrying a coffee pot and plates on a brass tray.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Thanks, George, I’ll add my own.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Eisenhower said. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then lit a cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I think the Major knows more about the current situation in Sicily than anyone in North Africa, so let's talk about Sicily.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What more do you want to know, General?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Explain the mafia to me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I think the general will have a file on the mafia.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Qatar lights a cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The mafia emerged as a secret society during a time of intense oppression. During that time, the mafia was the only weapon of the peasants, the only truth.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Keep talking\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The general needs to understand the situation from them. Their land is a different world from ours. The climate is bad, the soil is not fertile, fighting there is a struggle for survival, the motto of that world is omata. Omata means to be manly, to have honor, not to seek help from authority figures, and if you have a problem, you go to the capo.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, Kapo.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Eisenhower frowned.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A capo is a boss. No matter what you say, wherever you go in Sicily, you'll find a mafia capo in charge of that area.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it still there?\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568807862421,"sku":"","price":2970.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_6d61d2c1-098b-4afa-86aa-287a59cf8c96.jpg?v=1730211653"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ဘ၀ဟူသည်","title":"Natnwe - What is life?","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe director said, “I’m only stopping you out of respect for your father. If it weren’t for that, you would have flown away from here a long time ago.” I replied, “You’re just bragging that I can really fly.” Then I heard him say something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Take him away, I'm angry.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwo days later, I was fired. This meant that I had to change jobs nine times since I became an adult. Much to the dismay of my father, the chief architect of our town.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI worked in various government departments. But all nine of those jobs were just drudgery. I sat at a desk. I wrote and typed. I listened to people talking nonsense, or talking in a loud voice. Then I waited to be fired.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I approached my father, he was sitting cross-legged on a chair with his eyes closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis face, thin, without a beard or mustache, dark blue in places where he had shaved his beard and mustache, expressed a subdued and subdued expression. (His expression resembled that of a church pianist.) He did not respond to my greeting. He did not open his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“If your mother, whom I love so much, were still alive, you would always be causing her pain. So tell me, you useless bastard.” He opened his eyes and said, “What should I do to you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was young, my friends and relatives knew what to do with me. Some advised me to join the army. Some advised me to go into medicine. Some told me to go into the telegraph office. But now I am 25 years old. When my hair turned gray on both sides of my ears, I joined the army, I joined medicine, I joined the telegraph office. When I had nothing else to do in this world, they stopped giving me any advice. They just shook their heads and sighed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What do you think you’ll do? Other young people your age are already enjoying the company of officials, but what are you? A pauper, a beggar. A man living on his father’s lap.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father continued.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, as usual, my father began to talk about how young people today are being ruined, how they are being ruined by not understanding religion, how they are being ruined by materialism, how they are being ruined by being infatuated with idolatry, how fun plays and dances should be banned, and how these plays and dances lead young people astray from religion and responsibility.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Tomorrow we will go together. You must apologize to the director, and you must promise him that you will do a good job. You must not spend a single day without a position in the human world.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Father concluded his speech.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Let me tell you something, Dad. The position and rank in the human world that Dad talks about are jobs that come from capital, money, and education. But people who don’t have money, people who aren’t educated, are still earning a living through their physical labor. Why can’t I earn a living through physical labor?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI spoke, knowing that talking to my father would not do any good.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What do you mean, physical labor? You have big eyes, you are so lowly,” said my father angrily. “Hey, you stupid,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was created to be close to heaven. This fire is the best crop in this world. It has been around for a thousand, ten thousand years. Your grandfather was a general who fought in the Battle of Borodino. Your grandfather was a great poet. He was a great orator. Your father was a great man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"A teacher. And I, your father, was an architect. All of us Polos have been keeping the fire of God. You never blow it out with your mouth.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We need to look at the truth. There are a lot of people in this world who are doing physical labor.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Let them do it, they do it because they have nothing else to do. They have to do hard labor with useless people and prisoners in prison. Hard labor is the work of savages and peasants, of our kind. Only a few people have the fire that God has given them. Fate has created it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can't answer anything by continuing to talk about it. My father is a self-worshipper. He only accepts what he says.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBesides, the reason he talks so much about physical labor is not because he is afraid that I will become a laborer and the whole town will point fingers at me. In fact, all my peers have long since graduated from university and are already well off. The son of the state bank manager is a graduate. His only son is a free man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt wouldn't do any good or bring any relief to keep saying that, but I sat next to him and kept complaining, hoping that he would finally understand me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe problem was simple and straightforward. I wanted to earn a living. But instead of talking about it simply, they talked about the Battle of Borodino, God's Fire, and the poor poets of the Moldavian people, who wrote poems that people no longer know, and they cruelly called me a fool, a fool, a fool.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut no matter what, I want them to understand me. I love both my father and my sister. I always consult them before doing anything, and it has been ingrained in me since I was a child. I can't break away from that tradition. Whether it's right or wrong, I don't want them to be unhappy. I'm worried that my father will be angry and his face will turn red. I'm worried that he will be hurt and have a stroke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How humiliating it is to sit in a stuffy, closed room and copy letters against a typewriter. It's an insult to a young man my age. How can you call such work the fire of God?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568809599125,"sku":"","price":6650.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_9e7354c9-8b9a-4d1d-bf44-8f0262c60fb9.jpg?v=1730211670"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ပျံလေသည့်ငှက်ခါး","title":"Natnwe - Flying bird","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn Bolivia, children “take food and gifts to the graves on the Day of the Dead and leave them for the deceased.” It’s a combination of ancient beliefs and Christian traditions. It’s a pretty fitting scenario. Even the most superstitious Bolivian villagers wouldn’t believe that the dead would come out of their graves and walk around on such occasions. But I do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLavata is a small mining town. It has a population of about five or six thousand people and is nestled in the foothills of the Andes Mountains. It is a very remote place. There are no passenger flights from Peru. So I had to travel in an old cargo plane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was raining heavily when I arrived. But luckily, I found a rental car parked near the airport building. The driver was a red-haired man. He was wearing a large yellow raincoat and a straw hat. He seemed very surprised to find someone who wanted to rent a car. He seemed happy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"To the hotel, sir?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked, grabbing my briefcase.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sixty Bag\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “That’s a hotel, sir. There’s only one hotel in our town.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said, baring his teeth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe car was dirty. It was raining. As we drove down the street towards the city, where the lights were shining, I felt very disappointed. I didn't understand myself. What was I doing here, what was the matter, what was the meaning? I was like a cat chasing its own tail. Wasn't it just following a piece of news that didn't exist? It was even more disappointing to see the car. Our car was speeding down the narrow streets, turning and turning, and coming and going. On the left and right sides of the street, there were small, low-rise houses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, we arrived at the central square in the middle of the city. In the middle of the square is a beautiful fountain. A relic from the colonial era. Water is flowing from the mouths and noses of the statues. It is amazing that everything is still in good condition.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe hotel is at the end of a large square. As I get out of the car, I see some people gathered near the pillars on the other side of the street. They are well-dressed. The smell of cigarettes is in the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you doing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's All Saints' Day, a festive occasion.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"They don't look very happy,\" the driver shrugged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's raining, but we can't set off fireworks. And this festival is supposed to be peaceful. If you wait a moment, they'll go to the cemetery, to say goodbye to the people who have passed on. We call this festival the Day of the Dead. I don't know if you've heard of it, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's the same in Mexico.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI paid him the fare and entered the hotel. The hotel was also a work of art from the good old days. But it was starting to fall into disrepair. The plaster was peeling off the walls. There were large stains on the ceiling. The hotel clerk seemed as surprised as the driver when he saw me unexpectedly. He quickly put down the newspaper from his hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I want a room.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, sir, how long will it take?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Just one night, I'll be back in Peru tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I gave him the registration card so he could take notes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He wrote in the register...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Did you come on business?\" The teacher asked.. from a mining company.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI opened my wallet, took out a ten-dollar bill, and placed it near the registration book, as the registration clerk stood and watched.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I read in the newspapers in Lima that a man died here on Monday. They said he collapsed and died in the square in front of your hotel. When the police searched his suitcase, they found fifty thousand dollars, three names, and three passports.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, sir, my dear friend, is the teacher... his friend?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, but... I think I'll know if I see him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Currently, his body is with Subha Raja. It is customary to keep it for seven days to await relatives.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They told me the same thing\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Lieutenant Teningome is the police chief handling this case. The police station is across the square.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Dealing with the police in these types of cases doesn't really work.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I took out another ten-dollar bill and placed it near the first ten-dollar bill.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm just a reporter, this could be a story for me to write.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, you're a journalist, how can I help you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis eyes lit up. “Boyar... what can you tell me about him?” “Not much to say. He came from Sucre last week. He said he was waiting for a friend to come.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Did that person arrive?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know that, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Tell me what he looks like.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"He's about 65 years old, he could be older than that, not younger, yes, he could be older. But... it's hard to say, he looks quite young, tall, and huge.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What did you say?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He's a giant, not tall. I'd say he's big in stature. His arms are wide, his neck is thick.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said, extending his arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you fat?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Not thin, but strong. I speak Spanish well, but my German accent is a bit off.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Are you sure you have a German accent?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Sure, German engineers come here often. I remember their voices well.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What is written in the registration book? Can I see it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He turned the register over to me. I saw his name in the line above mine. I saw his signature. He had a dot on the number seven when he signed the date. It was European in style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI nodded and pushed the two bills towards the hotel clerk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Thank you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He picked up two bills and quickly put them in his chest pocket.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll show you the room for the teacher.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I looked at my watch. It was already seven o'clock.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is it because I'm going to Subha Raja at this time?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, sir, there is a funeral director on duty at the funeral home all night long. We have a custom. We watch over the dead for three days, day and night. If...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He hesitated here for a moment. \"I wish I could come back to life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, sir. Death is the last resort. That's why it's important to be very careful. Go left, sir. Take the first road you come across. At the end of the road, you'll see the house of Subraza. There's no way to go wrong. There's a blue light on the door. Subraza's name is Hugo, tell him Rafi Marino sent him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Thank you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “And sir... if you want something to eat when you get back, sir, I’ll stay all night.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe picked up the newspaper. I went outside the hotel. The crowd was already gathering for the cemetery. I stood on the top step and watched. It was like what you see in Mexico. Two men in the front were holding large torches. They were dressed in traditional costumes. Behind them were children. In the middle were holding candles. Some of the candles had gone out because of the rain. The adults were holding food and drinks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568810942613,"sku":"","price":7175.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1c7abaf3-5381-4d27-8811-043ef74eb4bb.jpg?v=1730211707"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ဒေါက်တာကွိတ်","title":"Nat Nwe - Dr. Kuik","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (2)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was impossible, but it happened at the appointed time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe birds were frightened. The rabbits were running in panic in the vineyards. The three squirrels were wandering along the dirt road, not knowing where to hide. The trees were swaying, their green leaves were falling. The red dust was covering them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mayor of San Aquino and four other residents looked at their watches and simultaneously groaned. They were standing near a Lincoln convertible parked at the entrance to the Gromusi neighborhood. From there, they could see the earthquake clearly, and no one could see them, said Mayor Wade Wynne.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“We don't want them to see us panicking,” he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Thus, now the dust is rising in the hot sun and what they said is becoming a reality.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't believe it, I saw it myself. But I don't believe it. Is it 3:55 on your watch, Les?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFeinstein Mall owner Harry Feinstein asked Lester Cappaway, saying he couldn't believe it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, 3 hours, 55 minutes, not even a second off.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLester Cappaway Stockton, president of Aquino Trading Company, answered. He was about 55 years old and about an inch and a half taller than Feinstein. He was wearing a white shirt and a black striped coat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFeinstein was dark-skinned and had a gentle expression. He was wearing white pants and a blue coat. His shoes were dark and shiny on both sides.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Then they can actually do it,” Feinstein said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Well, it’s true that they can do it to this level,” Kapawe noted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“If they can do this, they can do more.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes,” Governor Wai Yat chimed in. “They said they could do anything. They could do any kind of earthquake. They could do a small one like this. They could do a really big one.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I don't want to believe it,\" Feinstein said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It was like being hit by a cannonball, the dust was flying and the whole environment was like being hit by a cannonball.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This was stated by Doan Rakkar, chairman of Rakkar Industrial Company.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... so yes, there are many good points. We have to consider the possible benefits.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sonny Boyden-Hawkins, president of the Boyden-Hawkins Real Estate and San Aquino Chamber of Commerce, said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was over six feet tall, standing tall. They both had sweet faces. Their bellies were barely noticeable. If they had dressed the same, some people would have thought they were twins. Today, however, they were wearing pink shirts and brown suits.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, there are some good points. They showed us earthquakes. But they said they could stop them. If they could really stop them, that would be great. How much will land prices go up here? Should we trust them, Wade?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know. All I know is that they're going to do what they're going to do.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGovernor Wade Wyeth answered. Wyeth was a red-faced, round-faced man. His collar was decorated with an American flag. He carried a .44 caliber pistol with five stripes on the handle. The five stripes were beautifully carved by his own hand. They represented five people. Five fingers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Eight thousand dollars a month isn't bad. I'm happy to pay a lot.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Boyden Hawkins said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568813629589,"sku":"","price":2070.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_82add683-edf3-42aa-9322-ea53c995e98d.jpg?v=1730211740"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ဒက်ဇယ်လာ","title":"Natnwe - Dezella","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Order\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The life of Jack London, the author of many thrilling adventure novels, was also full of thrilling adventures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJack London was born on January 14, 1876, in San Francisco, USA. He grew up rough and tumble on the streets of the city.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, San Francisco was a very interesting and exciting city. It was founded in 1776. It grew amazingly during the Gold Rush of 1848. Adventurers came from all over the world. The population grew exponentially. The Italian Quarter, the Spanish Quarter, and the Chinatown were formed. Then all the young people of San Francisco tried to protect themselves. They relied on their own fists. There was no student in those days who did not fight with each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJack London was a gunfighter. He loved the sea. He wandered around the docks and worked as a handyman. The sailors forced him to work hard. They forced him to climb the masts at great risk. They took him to sea with them. They taught him the art of seamanship. He received a meager salary from them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe gave all the money he earned from his hard work to his mother. But in the meantime, Jack London saved up money and bought a second-hand boat. With the money he saved, he painted the boat. He bought sails. He bought a mast. Then he went fishing in the tidal pools.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe began to live on the seashore like this and became friends with oyster robbers. There are good oyster beds in the San Francisco Bay. Many of the oyster beds are privately owned. The robbers steal the oyster beds and sell them on the black market.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJack London, impressed by the way the oyster pirates were getting by, decides to join their gang. When one of the pirates wants to sell his one-masted ship, Jack London borrows three hundred dollars from his adoptive mother, a Negro woman named \"Mummy Ginny.\" He then buys a boy\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt a young age, he owned a sailing ship called the Razzle Dazzle. The name of the ship is the source of the title of this book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When he joined a pirate crew and plundered oyster beds, his earnings in one night were equal to the three months' wages he had previously earned through hard work.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDespite his young age, Jack London soon became known as the most powerful of the Bay Pirates. He could sail his ship faster than any other, outmaneuver all the other pirates, and compete with and drink against those who were older and more experienced than him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of his willingness to take risks and his skill in navigation, he was able to quickly reach the harbor and sell the oysters he had taken for the best price.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the police came on his boat, he would flirt with them. He would feed them the best oysters. He would pour them beer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut he did not compromise with his fellow pirates. There were many who envied his success. They fought with them. But Jack London was able to defend himself well. Once, the pirate who sold him the Razzle Dazzle tried to sink his ship. Then he pointed a gun at the pirate and steered the ship with his feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, his ship was set on fire and sank during a drunken brawl between several pirates. However, Jack London was undeterred and helped pilot another pirate's ship, the Reindeer, whose name is also used in the novel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is a pirate, but he is different from them in one way. He is a lover of reading. When he returns from a long voyage, he often locks himself in his room and reads. He especially likes the works of Kipling, Emil Zola, and Bernard Shaw. In addition, the Viking Age by Dusen Lu is one of his favorite books. He considers himself a descendant of the Viking pirates who once ruled the seas.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he was in school, he refused to sing in a group of students, so his class teacher sent him to the teacher. The teacher then told him that if he didn't want to sing, he would have to write an essay. So he had to write a thousand words every morning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs Jack London read more, he learned that oyster-robbing would eventually land him in prison, or else an early death.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe worked as a seal hunter in the Far East and a gold miner in the Klondike area, before deciding to make a living as a writer. He wrote over fifty books in fifteen years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong them are his famous novels The Sea Wolf, The Wild Call, The Iron Heel, and the now translated Dazzler. Although Dazzler was written for young people, it is loved by both young and old. Based on his childhood, this novel comes to life. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568815562901,"sku":"","price":5700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_8edc112e-ddb8-46d1-93ad-3a4753d19b55.jpg?v=1730211772"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-တုံးတိုက်တိုက်ကျားကိုက်ကိုက်","title":"Nat Nwe - The tiger bites the tiger","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Preliminary\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Vietnam 1968\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Vetdivat helicopter is flying over the delta at a height of a thousand feet. The Hecobra helicopter, which is escorting the helicopter, is following closely on the left side of the Vetdivat helicopter. It is about to rain heavily. There are clouds hanging over the forest. There is thunder on the horizon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSomewhere in the Vet DeVet helicopter, Anne Marie Auden sits with her eyes closed, leaning against a medicine chest. She is small and slender. Her skin is dark. Her auburn hair is cut short, in keeping with the Vietnam battlefield. She is wearing a parachute jacket. The top zipper is open, revealing a khaki shirt underneath. The bottom of her pants are tucked into her parachute boots. The most interesting thing is the cameras. Two Nikon cameras are slung around her neck. Inside the parachute jacket pockets are\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt does not include any bullets, but it does include various lenses and (35) mm rolls of film.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young paramedic sitting next to the helicopter officer, Kapali, was staring at Anne-Marie in amazement. The top two buttons of her khaki shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her breasts, which were hanging low and high.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I haven't seen anything like this in a long time. She's a truly dignified woman.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The paramedic said. The helicopter officer handed him a cigarette.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I’ll tell you, brother. This girl has never been anywhere. She also jumped into Khartoum with the 503rd Parachute Regiment last year. Believe it or not, she really did it. There was an article about her in Life magazine about six or seven months ago. Can you believe it, brother? She’s a Parisian. She comes from a family that owns a large bank in France.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man has a wide mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait, then what is he doing here?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The helicopter officer smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't ask me that, brother. I don't know what I'm doing here either.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Do you have a cigarette? I think I'm out of it,” Anne-Marie said at that moment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHer eyes were bright green. The helicopter officer threw her a pack of cigarettes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Take it\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe woman flicked out a cigarette and lit an old brass lighter made from a gun bullet. Then she closed her eyes again. The nurse was right. What was she doing there? What was a girl like her doing there, with everything she had? Her grandfather was one of the richest and most powerful industrialists in France.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHer father was an army colonel who distinguished himself on the battlefields of Indochina. He was decorated with five medals and decorations. He finally died in Algeria. A true hero.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHer mother was devastated by the death of her husband. Two years after his death, she died in a car accident near Nice. Anne-Marie often wondered if her mother had deliberately caused the accident that night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Poor girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA faint smile tugged at her lips. Her eyes were still closed. Beautiful mansions, numerous servants, a top-notch school, then the famous University of Sa Bon, then unforgettable experiences, then the fleeting world of drugs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was the camera that saved her life. She started taking pictures with a Kodak camera when she was eight years old. She had a talent for photography. Her skills improved little by little. Her grandfather recognized her passion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter graduating from the University of Savoy, she focused more on photography. She studied for six months with one of the best photographers in Paris. Then she joined the Paris magazine as a photojournalist. Within a year, her popularity had become amazing. But she was not satisfied with that. She was asked to serve in the Vietnam War. They laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo she quit her job. She worked as a freelance journalist without any real estate. Finally, she approached her grandfather. He asked her to use his influence to get the necessary approvals from the Department of Defense for her. The grandfather was amazed at her stubborn granddaughter. He also praised her in his heart. But he bargained for six months. Anne-Marie promised. But Anne-Marie was not the least bit reluctant to break her promise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt really was. After six months, her situation was beyond repair. She was already famous. Her press photos were published in almost all the major magazines in Europe and America.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEveryone wants to use her press photos as their own. No task is too difficult for the French girl who jumped into Khartoum with the paratroopers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe saw the nature of the war that was taking place in the world today. She had experienced the war in Vietnam well. It was not a war she had ever heard of before. It was not a battle fought systematically. There was no sound of war in the air. There was no sound of bombs in the distance that shook her. The street battles in Saigon were brutal. The war was in the vast forests of the Mekong River Valley. The deep forests of the central highlands. Her legs were covered in terrible wounds. She was burned to the bone. The scars were even worse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day, she was stranded in the rain in Plakis all morning because she couldn't get a plane to go to the hospital.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFinally, Vedi Vedi was allowed to board the helicopter. She was very tired. This was the most tiring and exhausting experience of her life. She thought that she had reached a final state. She frowned slightly. At that moment, she heard the helicopter officer's sharp cry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe helicopter officer was standing near the open door. He was pointing at a flare coming from a distance to the front. The helicopter was turning toward the flare. It was also slowly descending. The He-Cobra, a large weaponized helicopter, was following closely behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne-Marie got up from her seat and went to the helicopter officer, looking out. She saw a helicopter burning in a field. Bodies were lying around the helicopter. The man waving frantically at them from near the fence was in an American military uniform.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTheir helicopter descended. The armed helicopter remained above. Anne-Marie mounted a camera lens and, leaning on the helicopter officer's shoulder, began taking one shot after another.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe helicopter officer turned to her and smiled. Their helicopter was only thirty feet above the ground. At that moment, Anne-Marie pointed. The man below her, who was aiming for her photo, was not an American, but a Vietnamese. At that moment, about fifty yards away,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey fired from within the forest with two large machine guns. The distance was such that it was impossible to miss.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe helicopter officer standing at the door was unlucky. Bullets were pouring into his body. He staggered back and hit Anne Marie hard. Anne Marie fell onto the medicine chests. Pushing the helicopter officer who was on top of her, Anne Marie sat up on one knee. The young medic was curled up somewhere in the helicopter. He was holding his bloodied arm with one hand. More machine gun fire erupted. It hit the engine room. Anne Marie heard the helicopter pilot scream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne-Marie staggered forward. She grabbed a pole. At that moment, the helicopter roared upward and Anne-Marie flew out the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt fell into the fields below. It fell into the mud and water. The Vedi Vedi helicopter rose twenty or thirty feet into the air, then suddenly banked to the left and exploded with a loud bang. A huge flame appeared and everything flew apart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne Marie stood up. Her body was covered in mud. She saw a large man standing on the wall in an American military uniform. His face was a real oriental. He was holding an AK-47 assault rifle in his hand. He was aiming it straight at her. Not only that, but there were four or five more enemies on the wall. They were wearing straw hats. They were wearing long black coats. They were coming up from the ditch. They were coming straight at her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the same time, a helicopter carrying weapons flew overhead. Machine guns were fired. Bullets hit the wall, sending dust flying. All the enemies retreated into the ditch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne Marie looked up. The helicopter carrying the weapon was hovering. But at that moment, enemy soldiers emerged from the other side of the field. They were in khaki uniforms. There were about forty or fifty of them. They were coming out of the forest. They fired at the helicopter with all their weapons. The helicopter flew towards them and fired back with missiles. The enemy soldiers returned to the forest. The helicopter turned and\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt flew about two furlongs to the south. Then it began to circle steadily around the area where the battle had taken place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Anne-Marie crouched down, protecting herself against the wall. She was panting. After a while, she slowly stood up. The entire environment was silent. The silence around her was deafening. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568817397909,"sku":"","price":6650.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_2697ba4b-f886-48c4-8a1d-5d6ac396da1f.jpg?v=1730211791"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-တဖန်ပြန်-မနိုးသော၀ေဒနာ","title":"Natnwe - The pain of not waking up again","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Preliminary, 14, February - 1976\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy Greene is lying on her back on the operating table in operating room 8. She is trying to calm down as she stares at the ceiling lights. She has been given all the necessary injections before the operation. They are supposed to make her sleepy and happy. But none of them work. Nancy is even more nervous and anxious than before the injections. In her twenty-three years of life, she has never been so disturbed or agitated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe was covered in a white sheet. The edges were loose. There was a little girl running in the corner. She didn't like it. She didn't know why. Underneath the white sheet was a long hospital gown. It was tied at the neck and the bottom only reached about mid-thigh. Her entire back was exposed. At that moment, she hated the hospital. She was scared. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run out of the room. But she didn't run. She was more afraid of the blood coming out of her body than the hospital. She could die from both of these stresses. But she had to face it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt 7:11 a.m. on February 14, 1976, the sky above Boston was a pale gray. Cars were driving in a line of cars with their headlights on. The temperature was thirty-eight degrees. Pedestrians were walking slowly along their streets. There was no sound of conversation. Only the sound of machinery and the wind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt Boston Memorial Hospital, the situation is different. The entire operating room is lit up. The bustling activity and enthusiastic chatter reinforce the 7:30 a.m. deadline. The 7:30 a.m. deadline means the patient must be placed on the skin at 7:30 a.m. The patient must be brought in, prepped, cleaned, and anesthetized before 7:30 a.m.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's why at 7:11 a.m. the entire operating room was bustling with activity. Including Room 8. Room 8 was nothing special. It was a regular operating room in this hospital. At 7:30, there was a hysterectomy in Room 8. It was a routine gynecological procedure. The patient was Nancy Greenley, the anesthesiologist was Dr. Robert Beiling, the two assistants were Ruth Jenkins and Gloria DeMatteo, and the obstetrician and gynecologist was George Major.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy Greene had been bleeding for eleven days. At first, she thought it was her usual period, even though it was a few days early. She had never had any premenstrual cramps. The morning she started bleeding was a little tight. But after that, it was a painless affair. Tonight, like every other night,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought it was over. But it wasn't. Then I called Dr. Major's teacher. Then I had to talk to the doctor. Then the panic started to grow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe incident happened at a really critical time. It was a real nuisance. It was a time when she was expecting a baby. Her boyfriend, King, was a law student. He would come to her when school was out. At that time, her roommate, Clinton, was ice skating. Well... how good was the situation? How comfortable was everything? Except for the bleeding. Nancy couldn't help but notice it. She was a beautiful, elegant girl. She was neat and clean. You could even say she was picky. She didn't even have a little dirt on her head. Because of this, she couldn't stand the constant menstruation. Finally, she became afraid.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy remembered that day. She was lying on her bed, reading the headlines of the Gloucester Daily. King was making a drink on the stove. At that moment, a strange sensation arose in her vagina. She had never felt anything like it before. It wasn't pain. It wasn't nausea. It was just a warm, fuzzy feeling. Her mind was racing. Then she noticed a liquid flowing down. It was blood. A lot of blood. But she didn't move, leaning against the stove...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Please do me a favor. Call me an ambulance.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e King came quickly and asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm bleeding. But it's nothing to worry about. It's just a case of heavy bleeding. I need to go to the hospital right away. Call an ambulance.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nancy said calmly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ambulance didn't arrive in a big hurry. There was no siren. The wait in the emergency room seemed a little long. Nancy was happy to see Dr. Major. Tears welled up in her eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy thought the worst part was the menstrual exam in the emergency room. The curtain was thin. It was closed and opened every now and then. The blood pressure was taken every now and then. Blood was drawn. She was put in a hospital gown. Every time she did something, the curtain opened. Nancy saw many faces. The urinal was in plain sight. There were red blood clots in the urinal. At that moment, Dr. Major examined her. Nancy closed her eyes tightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut all this would be over in a moment. “Just a moment,” said Dr. Major. He also explained in detail the internal organs of the uterus. How the internal organs change during a normal menstrual period, what might happen if they did not change, and then explained the veins and the importance of the ovaries in releasing the egg. The treatment required for this was a hysterectomy. Then Nancy agreed to the hysterectomy without further question. She had one request. Not to tell her parents. Otherwise, the mother would think that her baby had been miscarried.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, staring into the operating room light above her face, Nancy was happy to think that in a few hours, the nightmare would be over. Her life would return to normal. All the activity in the operating room was foreign to her, and Nancy didn't look at anyone or anything but the light.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's up, is it sunny?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Nancy looked to her right. Brown eyes were looking at her from between the surgical caps. Dr. Gloria was rolling the bandage over her right arm. Then she pulled the arm toward her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Yes”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy answered. But she wasn't feeling the least bit comfortable. The operating table was as hard as the dining table in her room. But the anesthesia was starting to take effect. Nancy was still conscious. But she was also starting to feel a little detached from her surroundings. Her mouth and throat were dry. Her tongue was numb.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Robert Beilin is busy at his anesthesia machine. His machine is shiny steel. The dials are filled with moving lizards. There are gas bubbles. They come in all colors. On top is a brown bottle of Halothane. The label says Car 2 - Bropo, 2- Cro (1,1,1) -Tri-Fluorothane. It is a nearly perfect anesthetic. “Nearly perfect” means that it can sometimes destroy a patient’s lungs. But this is rare. Halothane’s other properties control its potential for lung damage. Dr. Beilin is particularly fond of Halothane. He hopes that one day he will win a Nobel Prize for improving Halothane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Billing is a highly skilled anesthesiologist. He knows it himself. He thinks everyone knows it too. He understands anesthesia better than anyone else. And he is thorough. Extremely thorough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had a detailed plan of the procedure. He checked each step carefully. At three hours and fifteen minutes, he completed step 12. This involved inserting the rubber tubing into the machine. One end of the tubing went into the air bag. The air bag held four to five liters of oxygen, which allowed the patient’s lungs to function properly during surgery. The other end of the tubing went into a soda canister that absorbed the carbon dioxide exhaled by the patient. Step 13 was to check the airways. Step 14 was to connect the anesthesia machine to the oxygen tube on the operating room wall. The anesthesia machine had two oxygen tanks installed for emergency use. Dr. Billing checked the two tanks. They were full of oxygen. Dr. Billing was satisfied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm going to put three or four electrodes on your chest. Let me hear your heartbeat.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Teacher Gloria pulled down the white sheet. Then she pulled up her long hospital gown. She patted her chest. The teacher squeezed glue on three places on her chest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It will be cold soon.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNancy wanted to say something back. But she didn't know what to say. She thanked everyone for helping her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Dr. Beilin gave Nancy a quick squeeze with his hand to make the muscles in her left hand rise. Her hand\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The wrist was tightly wrapped with a rubber band. The sound of her blood pressure could be heard through her wrists.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Major entered the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Good morning, Miss Green. Did you sleep well last night? Our work will be over in a moment. When we're done, just go back to your bed and get some rest.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDr. Bilin said, “Gloria, number 8, okay, Doctor, get ready. We’ll all be ready at exactly 7:30.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Dr. Major walked to the door. He stopped. He turned to Mrs. Ruth Jenkins.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Teacher, the surgical instruments should be my own. Don't give me old, worn-out hospital equipment like last time.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Before the teacher could say anything, he left. Nancy could hear a sound from the pacemaker behind her. It was her own heartbeat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Now, Nancy, just put your head down and spread your legs a little.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568822083733,"sku":"","price":12350.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_b5572433-e0cf-4b36-af51-716a3f7cc592.jpg?v=1730211804"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-တက္ကသိုလ်နှင့်ပြင်ပကမ္ဘာ","title":"Nat Nwe - University and the outside world","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 1.. A dark, narrow staircase.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is the new moon day of the Goddess, with silvery snow and a cool breeze.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A young man came down from a four-story building on 38th Street in a hurry. When he reached the street, he stood for a moment with a confused expression, then slowly walked down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had already managed to avoid meeting the landlady on the way down the stairs. His room was on the top floor, right next to the roof. The other three-story buildings\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The modest height was divided into four floors, so the top floor was not a standard apartment but a low-rise building.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut he was still clinging to this small, low room. The landlady lived on the third floor directly below his room, so whenever he wanted to go out, he had to go through the landlady's kitchen. Every time he did, he was afraid and felt uneasy. Because he was the landlady's wife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause the rent and food bills are already overwhelming.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, it was not only a time when he was avoiding the big lady who owed him money, but also a time when he was trying to avoid meeting his friends. Now he didn't want to meet anyone. It was a time when he was hiding from the world. As the economy got worse, his position was gradually becoming smaller and smaller. He was becoming more and more scattered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes he decides to face the world with courage, hoping that it will be better than midnight, but he stumbles on the stairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He hated the idea of ​​having to beg for money. He was tired of being lied to and apologized to.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, he too had to get off the roof like a thief.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Am I that cowardly? Am I that weak? Am I not brave enough to face anything? Yes. I am not a person who dares to do anything practically. These days, I only lie in bed and make up ideas. I am afraid to put those ideas into practice. I am a coward. If I am even afraid of this great woman, how can I put my other ideas into practice?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man was walking, talking to himself. He didn't care that everyone around him was working hard to make ends meet. He had a sad face, as if he were the only one in the world who was unhappy. His face was so ugly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven in the dark, it was clear from all sides that he was a handsome man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He has good eyes and eyebrows, and a manly stature. His only weakness is his habit of talking to himself. Occasionally, his superiors\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The lower lips are moving, revealing inner restlessness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn addition, the young man looked sunken and a little tired. In fact, he had been going through sleepless nights and had not eaten for two days.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis clothes were also very old and worn. He could see the copper lines on his red-and-white shirt. The shirt underneath was also a dirty red. The collar and pockets were torn. The cuffs were torn and the long-sleeved shirt was torn. Because of this, he did not want to see his school friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo matter how much he forgets his surroundings, he still remembers where he is going. Because he knows exactly how far it is from where he lives and how long it will take to get there. Once he counted the number of steps he took on this journey. There were exactly seven hundred and thirty steps. Now he was walking this journey with a purpose. He was acting out his nightly fantasies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe young man walked along the narrow, dirty road and soon arrived in front of an old building. The tenants in the old building were Chinese, Black, Burmese, and Ka-pya. They were not happy people, but people who had to live in a comfortable place. Their occupations were also different from each other. The young man studied the building and the surrounding area for a long time and then climbed the dark and narrow stairs. The stairs were only wide enough for a person to climb with difficulty, and there was very little light. However, he was used to climbing stairs and knew which floor he was on. He remembered this environment well and was familiar with it. He especially liked the darkness and blackness. “If I’m so afraid now, what will I do when I actually do it?” The young man asked himself again with dissatisfaction when he reached the fourth floor. At that moment, he did not move forward for a long time. Because three or four guys were moving the furniture. In that room lived a guy who was a life insurance agent.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe knew that. Now that the house has moved to another place, it is indicating that there will be only one old lady at the top of the north staircase of the third floor until another tenant arrives. There is still a staircase at the top of the south staircase to go up to the upper floor of this building. It is a four-story building, with one staircase for every two rooms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe stood at the top of the stairs, away from the scoundrels, and pressed the small white electric button installed at the door of the old woman's room. A faint ringing of a bell rang from inside. A moment later, a creaking sound was heard from inside, and the door swung open. The old woman stood there, watching the visitor intently. In the darkness, her small, hard eyes were bright. Only when she saw the scoundrels at the top of the stairs did the old woman open the door wide, as if reassured by the situation. As soon as the door opened, the young man stepped inside. The old woman stood face to face with the young man, still gazing intently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old woman was about 60 years old, and her skin was already wrinkled. Apart from her sharp eyes and pointed nose, her other features were frail. A white cloth was tied around her long neck, which looked like a chicken leg. The old woman often coughed. She had applied too much coconut oil to her white hair, which gave off a strong odor. The old woman seemed to be gradually becoming more and more suspicious of her age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“My name is Maung Yankin. I am a student. I was here once a month ago.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He spoke quickly, but with complete reverence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh...oh...yes...I remember.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, the old woman's eyes were still narrowed. \"Yes... I came here because of a matter.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568875266197,"sku":"","price":3150.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_09d05c3a-161c-4d67-be58-ead00b271782.jpg?v=1730211850"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ကမ္ဘာပတ်လည်ရက်ရှစ်ဆယ်","title":"Natnwe - Around the World in Eighty Days","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Chapter [1]\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Teacher and student meeting\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn 1872, little was known about Phileas Fogg except that he was a good man. He lived at No. 7, Severn Row, London. It was in that house that the playwright Sheridan died in 1819. But he was the same as the playwright. Phileas Fogg spoke as little as possible. This silence made him a mystery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePhileas Fogg is never seen in the shops, in the courts, or in any other office. He is a member of the Reform Club. That is all. He is rich. But how rich he is is a secret. Only Mr. Fogg can reveal this. For he is a man of few words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHas he ever traveled? Probably. Because no one knows more about the world than he does. There is no place, no matter how far away, that he does not know. He has been everywhere.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is a picture. If it were not for another reason, his name would have arrived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Phileas Fogg had not left London for many years. He only went to the club. He spent his time reading the newspapers and playing cards.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It's a good game. He always wins in this way and gives away all his winnings. Mr. Fudge plays just to play cards, not to win.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe lived alone in his house in Savio. He did not seem to have any relatives. He ate breakfast and dinner alone every day in the same room in the repair club, at the same table. Everything he did was as regular as arithmetic. He returned home from the club at half past eleven. Of the twenty-four hours in a day, he spent exactly half of his time at home and half at the club.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePhileas Fogg had a servant. He was punctual everywhere. On October 2, James Foster was fired because he kept the shaving water at 84 instead of 86.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Because of that. A new servant will arrive that very morning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMr. Fogg sat erect in his armchair, waiting for him. His legs were crossed like a soldier on parade. His hands were on his knees. He was looking at the hands of his watch. This was a special watch. It showed the hour, minute, second, day, month, and year. (11) When the clock struck half past eleven, Mr. Fogg would go to the Reformatory as usual.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a knock on the door. The dismissed servant, James Foster, entered and spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A new person has arrived, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A man in his thirties entered and bowed his head in respect.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're French, is your name John?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mr. Fogg asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Jean-pa, Jean-pa, the name of the Pasi-pa (the one who overcomes every difficulty) is because I have overcome all difficulties. I have worked in various jobs to earn a living, but, sir, I am a good man. For a pittance of the ocean, I have sung in the streets, I have jumped high, I have walked a tightrope in the circus, and I have been an acrobat. I was once a fireman in Paris and have put out many fires. Now that I have no job, and I have heard that Mr. Fogg is one of the coldest men in this country, I have come to you to live in peace and quiet. I even want to forget my name of Pasi-pa.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Pasipatauk is right with me. You have the experience of being a disciple of a great man. Do you know my rules?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I know, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, what time is it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"11 hours 25 minutes\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pasipatak took out a large silver watch from his pocket and looked at it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Your watch is late.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Don't worry, sir, it's impossible to be late.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Four minutes late, okay, you are hired as of 11:29 a.m., October 2, 1872.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mr. Phileas Fogg rose, took his hat in his left hand, and without saying a word, went out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePasipatak heard the front door close once. It was his teacher leaving. He heard the door close again. It was James Foster leaving.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pasipatak was left alone in the house. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568884277397,"sku":"","price":4275.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_89d96c96-56de-48ab-9ab8-f4a93002b7e8.jpg?v=1770807564"},{"product_id":"နတ်နွယ်-ကမ္ဘာ့စာပေတစေ့တစောင်းနှင့်ကမ္ဘာ့၀ထ္ထုအညွှန်း","title":"Natnwe - A Glimpse of World Literature and a World Literature Index","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A Glimpse of World Literature\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Historical background of the method of creating a mental image\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eStream of Consciousness has been used in world literature for over 140 years, and various psychological and emotional writing methods have developed based on it. However, Burmese novels have also been beautifully and delicately written using stream of consciousness and other emotional writing methods for a long time. However, in recent years, when talking about modern or contemporary writing methods, this stream of consciousness writing method has been mentioned quite a bit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, there are very few studies that have demonstrated the appropriate use of the metaphorical style in Burmese novels.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is also rare to find any mention or translation of the famous novels of writers who used the emotional writing style in world literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, as a way of connecting the dots between the two, I thought it would be a good idea to briefly mention some of the world's great writers who used the method of composition and their notable works.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe narrative writing style is not about systematically structuring events according to their order, but rather, writing about the reactions, reflections, and feelings that arise in the minds of each character as they flow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is a psychological composition method based on inner movement.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the poetic style of composition, metaphors and symbols used in the composition of poetry are particularly found.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This method of composition is not uncommon now, but it is very different from the traditional narrative composition of the past.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe style of emotional writing uses poetic devices, metaphors, symbolism, and psychology, so it is often confused with symbolic and psychological works. In addition, it is now associated with philosophical works because it contains thoughts and ideas in the composition of the emotional response.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, in the 18th century, when a novel was considered to be a specially crafted and detailed telling of a story, the method of writing a novel was quite sophisticated and there would have been those who could not understand or accept it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the great writers who wrote in the spirit of the times have had a considerable influence on modern literature, and their great novels remain among the classics of world literature to this day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough James Joyce and Virginia Woolf are widely known and talked about as great writers who wrote in a relaxed style, Lawrence Stanton was the first to use the relaxed style, and Edward Jardine and Dorothy Richardson were also earlier than Joyce and Woolf. Marcel Proust was also slightly earlier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCritics have considered Lawrence to be a forerunner of later romantic writers for his unique style and the intense inner turmoil of his novel \"Tristan Shandy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis novel is an anti-novel with an anti-hero, and was a major influence on James Joyce and Marcel Proust.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough Shandy narrates the story in this novel, Shandy is not born until Volume 3. Stan admits that he based his writing on the ideas of the philosopher John Locke. Thus, the author uses the traditional retrospective system to focus on the inner emotions of the characters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the first novel to systematically write a narrative essay was Edward Dujardin's novel \"We Will Not Go to the Woods Again.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(Even James Joyce himself admitted that he was not the first to invent the method of writing a novel that he wrote in his \"Take It Easy\" style, but that Edward Dujardin had written a similar novel about 30 years earlier.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFurthermore, the English writer Dorothy Richardson was the first person to write about the method of emotional writing before James Joyce and Virginia Woolf.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e She was a contemporary of Joyce and Woolf, nine years older than Joyce and Woolf.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJoyce published his collection of short stories, \"Dublinians,\" in 1914, but his first novel, \"A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,\" was published in 1916.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was not until his sequel, \"The Journey,\" was published in 1922 that he became known as a passionate writer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDorothy Richardson published The Peaks of the Roof, the first volume of her 12-volume novel \"Journey,\" in the same year as The Sea Voyage, in 1915.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e However, \"The Voyage of the Dawn Treader\" is a traditional illustrated novel, and F wrote it at the urging of her friend, the writer E.M. Forster.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWoolf's Night and Day, published in 1919, is also a fictional novel. Woolf became famous for her use of the metaphorical style in her novels \"Mrs. Dalloway\" (1925), \"To the Lighthouse\" (1927), and \"The Wave\" (1931).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Dorothy Richardson, who began writing her 12-volume \"Travelogue\" in 1915, did not achieve the same level of success as Joyce and Woolf at that time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, in recent years, her long novel \"Journey\" has been reprinted and is now widely acclaimed, having been praised by the famous writer and critic Anthony Bach and other prominent feminists.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is a brief history of the flow-of-mind writing style, and I will briefly mention some of the world-famous novels that use the flow-of-mind writing style so that Burmese readers can learn more about the flow-of-mind writing style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSandar Rukwon Magazine, No. 247, June, 1990.\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568883327125,"sku":"","price":8100.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_ecf98442-a561-4860-b39d-d9e68b627cb5.jpg?v=1730211929"},{"product_id":"တင့်တယ်-အဏ္ဏ၀ါနှင့်အဘိုးအို-1","title":"Beautiful - Anu Nawa and the old man","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sea and the old man\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father was an old man. He was alone in a small boat in the warm current, fishing for fish in the ocean. Forty-eight days had passed. But he had not caught a single fish. Oh... my luck, my father... In the first forty days, my father had been a companion, a helper, a boy, and two of them had been able to swim. He had been able to find companionship. But now, it was not like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he couldn't catch a single fish, Toto's parents decided to stop their son from working for his old father and bought him another fishing boat. This boat caught three big, fat fish in a week.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery day, when he saw the old man returning from the sea with nothing but sorrow and sorrow, the little boy made it his eternal duty to help the old man, who was weak and weak, to carry the ropes, the fishing net, and the net house from the old man's fishing boat. He had to carry the sail, which was wrapped around the mast, to the shore. If you were to look at the old man's sail, it was patched with sacks of flour, and it looked like a tattered flag, not a flag of victory, but a symbol of eternal defeat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man was tired. He was tired. Even in the trapezoid, the wrinkles and folds that were the signs of old age were still there. It was as if death had already come. Not only that, the skin on the old man's wrinkled cheeks was thick and thick to withstand the intense sunlight. The heat of the tropical sun was so intense. Even the tender human flesh had become hard and wrinkled. The hard skin covered his face from top to bottom due to the power of the sunlight. The ropes used to pull the big fish were so thin that the old man's hands were badly injured by the ropes, and the deep scars were a testimony to the old man's hard and miserable life. The times when those injuries occurred and came were long ago. They are not new injuries.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor example... those wounds are like the cracks that form under the surface of the vast ocean. The cracks in the vast oceans where there are no fish are like the cracks in the hands of those who cannot catch fish...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo matter where you look at the old man, he is already showing signs of aging. However, his eyes are still alive. He can smile. What a powerful spirit that never gives up...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes, as the disciple pulled the boat up to the top of the mountain, he would say to his companion, \"Father Santiago... I've made a lot of money. Let's go out to sea together.\" The old man taught the boy everything he needed to know about the sea. That's why that land was so friendly to the old man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old fisherman said, \"Don't go with me... You're lucky to be on the boat you're on now... Just go with them.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUntil then, the little grandson replied, \"No, Grandpa... Grandpa and I didn't catch a single fish for eighty-seven days. But the next three weeks, we caught big fish, didn't we?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man replied, \"Oh, my dear... I remember that very well. I know that after that incident, you left my boat and went to work somewhere else, not because you doubted my fate.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"At that time, Dad... I was still quite young, wasn't I? So I had to listen to Dad.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh, okay... I understand.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man answered this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My father... is not a person who believes in fate, Grandpa.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh.. that's true. But we believe in fate, don't we...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, of course, Grandpa.., come on Grandpa.. I'll buy you a beer. Then we'll put the things on the boat on land, okay...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh.. of course.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, the grandfather and grandson went to the beer garden. The other fishermen made fun of the grandfather. The grandfather was not at all angry. Some of the fishermen looked at the grandfather and felt sorry for him. But the grandfather was not happy. The other fishermen, feeling sorry for the grandfather, talked about the currents, how deep they had to go, how the weather was going to be better, and what they had seen. When the fishermen who had come to the sea that day had come back to the harbor, they had tied their boats to the docks and, after finishing the big fish they had caught, they were carrying the dead fish to shore on two planks of wood. The fishermen, who are carrying the weight of the fish on two flats, are struggling to transport the large fish to the motor lorry where the fish is cut into pieces and iced, and to the city of Hamana. On the other side of the harbor is a separate processing plant for fish. Fishermen who catch sharks take their catch to the plant. When they arrive, the sharks are pulled ashore from the boat by pulleys. Some have removed the hearts of the sharks and kept them separate. Others have kept the shark fins to sell at a good price. Others have carefully removed the shark's water and are trying to process the shark meat by salting it and drying it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the wind blew from the east, a strange smell came from the shark factory on the side of the harbor. That smell turned out to be the smell of shark oil. But on this day, after playing for a while, the wind returned to the north and circled around. Then the wind calmed down and went away again. So the land was calm and the sun was shining brightly along the shore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Santiago,\" the young man called again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What the hell,\" the old man replied, and as he held his glass of wine, the old man pondered the past, his mind wandering... as if he had lost consciousness. His mind was still wandering over the past years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'll go and get the big sardines that you'll need for work tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The young man said to the old man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No problem, Kev... why don't you go and play football? I can go fishing on my own... and Shigelio can go with me and shoot the net.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man replied like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, old man... I... am the kind of person who wants to go fishing with old man... Even if I can't go with old man, I'm the kind of person who wants to help old man.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey, Aye La.. Dad knows you're a grown man.. You're even giving Dad a beer now, aren't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Wait... Old man... How old was I when I first started rowing with my old man?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Wow... you can't even remember..., when you first went out with your father in the boat... you were only five years old.... That time... we caught a big fish... do you still remember..., the fish kicked you in the face... don't tell me... the boat was about to break apart and you were about to leave, do you still remember?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ha... don’t you remember, father... the big fish didn’t live or die... don’t tell me that it rolled around on the boat... I was shaking the little fish... You had to hit the head of that big fish and kill it, right? When you hit the head of the fish... my father made me stand at the front of the boat, didn’t you? At the front of the boat... there were a lot of wet ropes... And when my father hit the head of the big fish, the whole boat was shaking... My father hitting the head of the fish was like knocking down a tree... the smell of blood was so strong that it made me bark.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Wow... you really... remember... you think you're repeating what I said before... yeah...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't remember the first time my father and I went fishing together, but I remember those times very clearly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man looked at the young man with love. His\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572846911637,"sku":"","price":1350.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_81546b64-c49e-4f96-8eae-4c686cf66b4b.jpg?v=1730216357"},{"product_id":"တင့်တယ်-မေတ္တာအသင်္ချေ","title":"Beautiful - infinite love","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeaf budding\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe leaned against the dressing table, lifted his head, and looked at himself in the gold-framed mirror that was fixed to the wall. He thought that no matter how many times he examined his appearance, it was difficult to see all the differences in his own features, and he felt a little strange in his mind. However, his nose was small, straight, and short. This nose alone did not change when he looked at it in the mirror, but seemed to be the color of the sun. As for the other features, he had only just noticed that they changed with his mood. However, his upper lip was thin and curved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis lower lip was slightly curved, making him look attractive. He had a long, flowing hair that hung down from his forehead. That long, flowing hair was a light yellow. However, the rest of his hair, which hung loosely around his shoulders, was a dark brown. His eyes were wide, round, and blue-brown. They were clear, sharp, and sparkling. His eyes looked happy. Because he was happy today.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFeeling unsatisfied, he cast his eyes to the right corner of the mirror. There, he saw the shadow of his 15-year-old sister, Annie, watching him intently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnnie looked at her sister Mary, who was wide-eyed and said, \"Ma'am, you're so shy. But the way you're dressed, isn't your chest too exposed?\" she said in a sharp voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary looked closely at her dress, which was made of African silk. It was a dress she had designed and made herself. The neckline was low to the shoulders. The sleeves were slightly puffy. No one who saw her said she was beautiful, but she was always praised for her figure. Her most striking features were her arms and shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly round and beautiful. There was no hollow in her chest that could hide her collarbone. Her plump flesh was yellow. That was why everyone praised her as the most beautiful girl in the whole city of Lexington.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLooking back in the mirror, she saw her sister Annie examining her bra with displeasure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary smiled at her sister, opened her eyes, and said, \"Don't be too young, sister. One day, my sister's breasts will grow and she will be beautiful.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnnie is just trying to impress me tonight, Ma Mary. My mother said that if Ma Mary doesn't leave tonight, she will never leave. She said that she will try not to be called by Kyin Ni tonight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mary turned around at Annie's rude words and said, \"Mother, I wouldn't say that kind of thing, Annie.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary's voice was soft. But firm. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Then Mary continued, in a more subdued voice, \"My sister must have overheard. I think she said that my daughter would be a matchmaker at the dinner party tonight.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Just leave it like my brother doesn't like it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Aren't you saying that expecting to be addicted to something and expecting to be disgusted by it?\" Annie asked sarcastically.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary walked to the window, which overlooked the back garden and the carriage house. From the garden the lawn sloped down to the stream at the foot of the hill. When she looked up at the western sky, the twilight was bright. Above the small river Sehun, which was shaped like a rooster's tongue, the sky was a deep purple.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary thought about herself again. She didn't live with her real mother, but with her stepmother, Betsy Hanfrees. Her stepmother was called Ma Mae Hew. It was a little embarrassing to call her stepmother Ma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary thought about how her four sisters were different from each other. Her eldest sister was Elizabeth. She was now married and living in Springfield, Illinois. Elizabeth was very much like her mother. She was friendly. She was always smiling and happy. Her mother died when Elizabeth was 7 years old. Even at a very young age, Elizabeth took care of her younger sisters like a mother. Mary's second sister was Frances, who lived with Elizabeth in Springfield. Frances was very reserved and stern. She was very secretive. When something was on her mind, she could not hide it or hide it, so she was not at all like Mary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary thought again about her sister, Annie. Annie was living with her in her stepmother's house. Annie was not the kind of person who could finish a sentence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the large room outside, I heard footsteps moving slowly. The footsteps approached the door, and Mammy Sally opened it. Mammy Sally was a large, fat woman. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a bun, as if it were a huge forehead. Mammy Sally had a full set of lower teeth, but no upper teeth. Mammy Sally had been the one who had cared for Mary and her sisters since they were born. In fact, Mammy Sally had been the one who had cared for not only Mary but also Mary's mother. Mary's mother's name was Elizabeth. When Mary's mother Elizabeth got married, Mary's grandmother, Brother Parker, had given her a dowry. In those days, Negro slaves were often given as dowries when their children got married.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen the old, beautiful Negro woman, Mamie Sally, entered the room, she looked at Mary's dress and nodded her head in admiration. She also looked carefully at the way Mary's dress was cinched at the waist and flowed along the lower part of the dress, and Mamie Sally seemed to be impressed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMama Sally praised the child for wearing it, saying it was beautiful. Then Mary said that if Mama Sally liked Mary's dress, she would be happy. Mary said that she would wear the pearl necklace that her father had bought her when she returned from New Orleans.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mummy Sally, it's cool... It's cool, kid. Well... Well, my grandson, my first love, is so old, if he were younger, he would definitely ask my grandson to marry me tonight. Heh. Heh,\" she said, laughing and smiling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMary laughed heartily. An incident from about eight years ago came back to her mind. Eight years ago, Mary was only twelve years old. At that time, Mary's father had bought a bay horse for her daughter. A few days after she got the horse, Mary rode a mile and a half along the main road and arrived at the home of Henry Clay in Ashlyn. At that time, Mr. Clay was having dinner with some very important politicians.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45571427893397,"sku":"","price":11400.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_aaebfd1b-cc3f-4615-adc6-82b5de26ea65.jpg?v=1730216506"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-မေတ္တာမဏ္ဍိုင်","title":"Tattoo - Love Pavilion","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLove Tower\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe name of the woman who was manipulating him was Frances, and towards the end of his second year he realized that her ideas were not wrong. He was no longer as careless as before, and he decided seriously that he must marry her. In the meantime, Robert's mother began to pay Robert three hundred dollars a month. During those two and a half years, I do not think that Robert would have been able to look at another woman. Except that, like many Europeans, he wanted to stay in America longer, Robert was quite happy. He began to write. His novels were not very good, but they were not bad and were not criticized. He spent his time reading books, playing bridge, playing tennis, and boxing in the arcade.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI first learned of the lady's attitude one evening when we were having dinner with them. That evening, after dinner, we went to the Fey de Versailles for coffee. After we had coffee and chatted, I said I had business to go home, and Robert suggested that we go on a trip at the end of the week. I suggested that we fly to Strasbourg and from there go to Saint-Nicolas or Alpes-de-Haute-Provence or somewhere else. I said,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I have a friend in Strasbourg who will show us around the city.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSomeone kicked me under the table. I thought I had accidentally hit her and kept talking. She's been there for two years, so she knows the whole town. We should know everything we need to know. She's a nice girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was kicked again. Only then did I see Frances's face tense and displeased. I had to correct my words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Oh... I could go to Bruges instead. Or I could go to the Ardennes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen the hill seemed to feel relieved. I didn't have to be kicked again. I said goodbye and left. The hill said he wanted to buy a newspaper and would walk with me to the corner, so he followed me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Why are you talking about the girl from Strasbourg? Don't you see Frances?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRobert asked on the way.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, why should I look at him? What does that have to do with me knowing that an American lives in Strasbourg?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It doesn't matter. If there's a girl, whether she's American or another girl, I can't go anymore.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't try it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You don't know about Frances. You can't have any girl. Haven't you seen her? Her behavior?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, then let's go to Sanliurfa,\" I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You don't remember me anyway.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't remember, Sanlit is a small place, so it's good to walk around.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Good boy, you'll be fine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“So, I'll see you at the office tomorrow,” I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Goodnight, Jake,\" he said, returning the favor.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You said you bought the newspaper,\" I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, that's right,\" he said, and followed me to the corner of the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Jake, you really don't remember...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked, turning back to hold the newspaper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, why should I remember?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll see you at the tennis court.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He said, holding the newspaper and walked back. I really like him. Frances is really helping him with his living.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572800675989,"sku":"","price":7600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_7213495e-1cb4-452f-aed5-a420fa4b4237.jpg?v=1730216925"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-တောမီး","title":"Tattoo - Forest Fire","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Forest fire\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe clouds in the sky were getting darker and darker, and were about to fall upon the forest. There were salt marshes and barren lands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe watchmen of all five towers were watching the raindrops with great attention. It was 4 p.m., and the watchmen of the towers in those areas could see them clearly from the side. As the raindrops passed over the areas of Lovesley and Horse Mountain, they were getting darker and darker, and it looked as if a heavy rain was about to fall. But in Cerro Gordo, Judith was staring at the raindrops. Although the raindrops were falling from the clouds,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe air below is lifted back up, so it does not fall to the ground, but is only scattered in the sky. In this way, electricity is generated in the sky, the upper air is charged, and the lower air is not. The air below is pulling the upper air to the ground, and the ground, where the lower air blows, is electrified along the forest and mountains.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe raindrops were pounding and thundering, and the situation was getting worse. Millions of volts of electricity were generated throughout the forest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I saw lightning coming from here and there in the mountains, and finally I heard a loud thunderclap that echoed throughout the forest and mountain. After hearing that loud sound, I saw the light\/\/\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuddenly, Judith's eyes went blue and she became pale. Her whole body trembled and she ran to the small bench where the lightning had struck. Not far away, she heard a large tree fall with a loud crash, and she knew very well that she was right next to the place where the lightning had struck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter about half a minute, I calmed down and found the place where the lightning struck on the device and wrote it down in the record. While I was writing, I heard two more thunderclaps in the distance. When I looked up, as if the rain was satisfied, I saw that the sky had cleared a little and that it was raining. The place where the rain was falling was to the east.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the rains have returned to Mount Howell, on the south bank of Anyan Creek. There, the fine, \"Jeffrey Pine\" pines grow vigorously. Howell\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the hillside, a large Jeffrey pine tree rose higher into the sky than the other trees, its top almost touching the dense canopy of trees. As mentioned above, electricity from the sky had already struck the ground in that forest, and the tree was\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's as if the sky and the ground are connected by electricity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the blink of an eye, the entire world trembled and then suddenly I saw it again. The second time\/\/\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The thunder has struck again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJudith, the watchwoman of the Cerro Gordo tower, turned the machine around again and looked for the spot where the lightning had struck. When she found the spot, she wrote in her logbook, “Ten miles away. Time 4 hours 12 minutes 65 degrees.” While she was writing, the sound of thunder, as if an earthquake were about to strike, could be heard outside. Then, gradually, the thunder stopped and it became quiet. Only then did Judith manage to light a cigarette and search for it. After more than an hour of panic, when the sound of the rain stopped and the fear subsided, she went out to search, exhausted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the base of the tree that was struck by lightning, the dry branches were set on fire by the lightning. The wind was blowing in the direction of the dry branches, so the fire and the wind were in the right place, so the flames had not yet started, but a cloud of smoke was rising. The smoke was only the size of a small puff of smoke that rose from a dying fire when a cigarette was thrown in the air.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572803428501,"sku":"","price":2185.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f1a1d69c-8b90-4b13-bebf-041b0d7116d1.jpg?v=1730216952"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-တစ်နှစ်သား","title":"Tattoo - one year old","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA plume of smoke rose from the chimney of the farmhouse into the blue summer sky. Little Geordie, staring at the plume of smoke, thought. The fire in the fireplace was slowly dying down. His mother had finished breakfast and was washing and drying the pots. It was Friday. His mother would sweep the hay with a broom and beat it with straw. While his mother was beating the hay, he could slip away down the valley road. He stood there, watching his mother's actions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe field was bare. Only the unplowed patches were left. In the tree at the top of the gate, a swarm of bees was swarming. They were greedily sucking the lavender flowers. But they had forgotten the wild jasmine they had sucked in March. They had forgotten the magnolias that would bloom next month. They had forgotten the flowers they had sucked in winter. As Geordie plowed, an idea came to him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'd rather be looking for a beehive than plowing like this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought. If I don't do the plowing today, I can do it tomorrow. If I delay the search for the beehives, I'll miss the opportunity. The sun is shining. The afternoon is a pleasant time for Geordie, but it's an exciting time. The pace of the pleasant world is coming to him. His poor soul no longer wants to plow, and he has a strong desire to throw the plow away and go across the field, through the pine forest, to the little stream.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You'll find a tree with a beehive by the water's edge.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He excused himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGeordie let go of the plow and walked across the field. The little hut his mother had left behind was slowly moving away from him. He jumped over the fence and headed for the pine forest. Julia, the big dog, had followed her father. Her father had gone to Graham with the cart. Although the big dog was gone, Rick, the bulldog, and Pat, the deerhound, who had come after him, saw him go over the fence and ran after him. He didn’t want the dogs to follow him, so he drove them back to the hut. He didn’t like dogs. They didn’t care for him except when they were feeding him. Dogs were best taken out for hunting. But on this trip to the valley road, the teams were of no use. Julia, the big dog, was friendly to people. But his only friend was Jordy's father, Penny Vester. Jordy wanted a dog to be his friend. But he didn't just want a dog. He wanted any property of his own. He thought it would be great if he had a big dog like Julia, who was following his father. He kicked the dirt on the road with his toe and ran forward. It was about two miles between his farm and the hill. It was a fine day, and Jordy hoped that if it stayed that way, he would be able to run for the rest of his life. His legs had been sore from the ploughing, but now that he was running, the pain had gone away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had reached the sandy Silver Valley Road. Wildflowers were also blooming. He walked slowly, examining the trees and bushes one by one. He didn’t really need to examine them. These trees and bushes were familiar to him. He had been here often, so he didn’t need to examine them in detail. However, that day, his mind was active, and these trees and bushes were no longer ordinary objects to him, but rather new and unique. When he reached the base of a magnolia tree, he carved a wild cat figure on its trunk. While he was carving the cat figure, he thought that if there was a magnolia tree, there must be a spring nearby. From that thought, he continued to think about rain, soil, and water. He also wondered why magnolia trees flourished where there were streams and lakes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe path he followed gradually descended and he came across a spring. Magnolia trees and other trees and bushes grew thickly near the spring. He went down into the spring. The cool spring water made him feel very happy. He fell in love with that place. The spring, as clear as water, came out of the sand, bubbling up from the sand. As it rose from the spring to the ground, the water swirled. Small sand grains also swirled and rose in the swirl. When he passed the spring, the stream flowed smoothly along the white limestone foothills and flowed into Lake George.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLake George is part of the St. John's River. The St. John's River flows northward into the sea. Geordie is pleased with the thought. He is excited to see the water flowing into the sea. However, the stream is the beginning of the sea, and few people go there. Geordie thinks that only wild animals come here to drink water, and he is satisfied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was quiet in the valley. Geordie rolled up his trousers and walked down to the shallows. The wind stirred the branches that covered his head. The branches swayed, and the sunlight fell on his head. Geordie liked the feeling that his head was hot and his feet were cool. The wind died down. The branches that swayed also fell back. He crossed the water to the other side. As he was moving through the reeds that grew on the bank, he remembered that he had a knife in his pocket. He had been planning to build a waterwheel ever since last Christmas. So he had a knife.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had never made a windmill himself. Oliver, the son of Grandma Hatto, had always done it for him. Uncle Oliver was a sailor and often went to sea. When he came back from the sea, he would always make a little windmill for Geordie. Now Geordie was no longer dependent on Oliver and was trying to make his own. The way Oliver made a windmill was indelible in his eyes. Oliver had said with a stern face, “You have to put the wheel at an angle and it will turn right.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe water was quite shallow. But the current was strong. His waterwheel was spinning smoothly in the current. He also sighed as he watched the waterwheel. Then he threw himself on the sand near the reeds and watched the waterwheel spinning. The waterwheel blades were also jumping over each other and spinning around. It was very interesting to watch the waterwheel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sunlight falling on him was like a blanket covering him. He lay down and watched the little arahant spinning. The little arahant's spinning seemed to mesmerize him. As the little arahants floated and sank in the water, his eyelashes slowly fluttered. As the little arahant spun, a long line of people followed behind.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572830232725,"sku":"","price":1980.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e4941f00-0b53-439c-a595-1a6e25530fd2.jpg?v=1730216997"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-ဆောင်တော်ကူး","title":"Tattoo - Sangdawgu","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrench writer Balzac\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1799-1850)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The Passage” is a short story by Balzac. However, it is written in the style of a novel. The information contained in the short story is embedded in the story of the novel. The reader of “The Passage” short story will want to know the summary of Balzac’s short story. And they should. Balzac is so unique that he can be called the “literary Napoleon” in French literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA brief biography of Balzac is provided below.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe great French novelist Balzac was one of the most prolific writers. He wrote nearly a hundred novels and short stories in the ten years up to 1830 under the title \"Human Stories.\" There are only about fifty more novels that are not included in this collection. The number of characters he portrayed is over two thousand. In addition to novels, he also published works in magazines,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe wrote countless articles. He even wrote some plays. He was very hard at writing. He also wrote copies of novels and read them over and over again. He read and edited everything from the first printed draft, called Galliproof, to the last printed page, called machine proof. The typesetters and typographers were very angry with him because he was so thorough.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe entered not only into literature but also into business. He was not a real businessman, and whenever he did something, he was always in a hurry and ended up in debt. It is rare to find a person who worked as hard as he did. Bolzano lived only fifty-one years. A man who worked almost twenty-four hours a day would have died of exhaustion at the age of fifty, let alone from other diseases. Only because of his physical strength and good health could he have lived to that age.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac's era was a time of great and powerful writers in French literature. There were writers who were his equal in age and writing ability, such as Victor Hugo and Alexandre Dumas. They were also quite good writers. But among them, Balzac is arguably the most important person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac was not from a noble family. His father was the son of a peasant from the south of France, but he gave his son a royal name by adding the suffix “de”. There were also real royal Balzacs. But none of them were famous. Balzac’s full name was Honoré de Balzac. His father had no interest in literature and art, but his mother did. Balzac loved his mother very much. His mother treated him like a child until her death. His mother lived longer than he did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac was not a scholar. He showed no sign of being a scholar either at school or at university. He was just an ordinary student. If he was widely recognized, it would be because he was good at making a fuss, not because he was a scholar. The novels and poems he wrote at school were nothing special. Here, if we compare him with his contemporary, Victor Hugo, he is completely different. Hugo was already a famous writer at the age of seventeen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe first tried to become a lawyer. But he did not succeed as a lawyer either. So he left the legal world after working as a paralegal for about two years and entered the literary world. At first he could not produce anything special. He began his literary career by publishing a biography of the English leader Cromwell in English. That English was also not very popular. He had to try to make a name for himself. While he was trying, he could not survive without the money he received from his parents.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter writing Cromwell's \"The Adventures of the Black Swan,\" Balzac began writing novels. The readers did not like them because they were \"light.\" Balzac realized that the reason his novels were not popular was that he was not writing to please the audience, but was trying to improve his literary skills. He adhered to the \"appeal\" principle and began to publish them regardless of whether they were liked by the audience or not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac, who was at the bottom of the literary ladder but was at the top of the list, wrote novels under various pseudonyms as if they were machine-generated. When he wrote only for the audience's liking, Balzac's novels became noticeably more enthusiastic. Balzac realized that it would be better if he wrote stories that the audience liked and that were relevant to life, so he wrote in a way that reflected the events of the time. That kind of writing was really interesting. The readers liked that kind of writing because they were satisfied with their own images appearing in the writing. Balzac also often described the details in the beginning with a desire to make the images vivid. People did not like Balzac's writing because it was too detailed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you make money, you will be respected and free. Balzac, who adhered to this philosophy, worked hard to earn money through literature. His books were popular, and the money he craved came in steadily. However, his greed grew as the money came in. Therefore, he began to do business while writing. At first, he tried to make a living as a publisher. The books he published were by famous writers and playwrights, but he did not understand business and the distribution was poor, so he did not sell the books. He went down the drain, and if he lost, he took out loans, invested more money, bought a printing press and continued to spread his business. Every time he did this, he lost more than his debts. Although his parents, relatives and his wife helped pay his debts, his debts exceeded ninety thousand francs, so he had to write and do business, and he also had to hide from his creditors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was in the midst of this financial crisis that his best writings emerged. He had initially hoped that his books would bring him wealth, but his dreams were not fulfilled and he was instead surrounded by hardship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis period of economic ruin was also the time when Balzac's literary talent matured. Having run out of money, he accepted an invitation from a friend to spend some time in the south. It was at this moment that he became acutely aware of the beauty of nature and the activities of the poor, and realized that literature is only literature if it reflects that real life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac abandoned the fictional elements and began writing a series of novels that chronicled the personal lives of ordinary people. He included these novels in his \"Human Stories\" series.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac's characters are people. There are bad people. There are good people. There are good people. There are naive people. People like his characters because he has studied various people and portrayed them in every way. In fact, these characters are not other people, but just us in the audience. The novels included in the \"Human Stories\" series are divided into categories. These categories include domestic novels, southern novels, Parisian novels, military novels, and worldview criticism.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGreat literary scholars have praised him for his outstanding portrayal of the characters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had the ability to portray a peasant as deeply as a city shopkeeper. He had the ability to portray human nature and its subtleties with such precision. The great Russian writer Maxim Gorky once said that he had only read Balzac's \"Piegerio\" when he first saw the full extent of human nature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBalzac slept from six in the evening until midnight, and wrote non-stop from midnight until noon the next day. He drank coffee while writing. His diligence turned out his letters as if they were machine-made, and they sold very well. He spent his money as ruthlessly as he earned it, and for the rest of his life he was in debt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe married three women from the same family, one after the other. The first woman was older than him. She loved him so much that she paid off his debts. She was as old as his mother, so she was a source of comfort to Balzac. The second was also a woman of great beauty. This woman did not take Balzac for herself, but for her fame. Balzac took revenge on her by creating male characters of the upper class who were also of great beauty. The third was a Polish woman, Madhubala. She was the heroine of the \"Song of the Wind\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":41958517735573,"sku":"","price":1620.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_f6cf3784-9396-4638-b90e-da6b8f7b258e.jpg?v=1730217010"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-ဆရာမဘဝ","title":"Tatto - Teacher's Life","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat is school?\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was a teacher in both urban and rural schools, I thought that schools should have a permanent doctor. That doctor was not for the students. That doctor was for the visitors. Because sometimes the visitors to the school\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause even just watching them work at school for a morning can be very disturbing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For mothers, this is probably what they want. Usually, mothers are happy when they visit schools. They see children playing happily. But what about those children?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut they don't often think about how happy they are. Even being happy is only a momentary satisfaction for the mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sometimes a father looks at his children and becomes anxious. He wonders how his son will get to Harvard from this chaotic classroom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut a traditional classroom would be the most traumatic for a good teacher who has spent his entire life teaching.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What about the classroom?” you might ask. The teacher said this in a more or less gentle tone. “I sympathize with them. Because in the schools I taught in, the students sat on desks and chairs screwed to the floor so that they could not move, and they did not talk to each other. The teacher had to teach in front of the students in a very strict manner. If they did not do this, they would not be able to complete their studies and succeed.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur students are very busy. They are always busy all day long. For example, eleven-year-olds are so busy that they can't move their chairs and tables because they are so fixed. Other objects are also not fixed in one place but are moving around. Children are the most active.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome would be working on a job that had been accepted in the printing room. There they would at least be sitting at the typewriter. But at the big door, people were coming in and out carrying packages and things. Their voices seemed to compete with the constant hum of the machines. They were shouting orders and criticizing. Sometimes the weekly foreman would call out to the teacher and ask, “We have finished printing the readings for the seven-year-olds. Now, should we print cards for the library? Or should we print stationery for the parents’ association?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was no peace in the schoolroom. There was no peace in sight or in hearing. Sometimes the eleven-year-olds in the corner of the room would argue over the magazine committee. Sometimes a nine-year-old or a thirteen-year-old would criticize an article written for the magazine that was about to be printed. Sometimes an eight-year-old girl would come in with a big bag slung over her shoulder, with a look of serious responsibility on her face. She was a postwoman from the post office where the eight-year-olds worked, and she had come in to deliver a special invitation to the eleven-year-olds for the next morning's play in the playhouse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, two eleven-year-olds returned from buying paper, pencils, books, and colored pencils from the school shop run by the nine-year-olds. A tall twelve-year-old boy brought them a pack of the “Ghahad” newspaper they published to sell for one cent each.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, five eleven-year-old girls would run into the room. You could tell by their tattered outerwear who was from the chemistry lab, who from the shop, who from the clay workshop. As they arrived, you would hear the sound of bookcases opening. Some would take out their arithmetic books to correct. Some would take out their notebooks to write down astronomy facts. The teacher would ask, “How much time do you have?” She would not ask, “What are you going to do now?” Every student knew how much work they had left to do. They would work on it as quickly as they could. Sometimes, their classmate would hold a book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe student, who was doing the calculations, shook his brown hair back and said, “We can’t lose any more pencils. If we buy more pencils this week, we won’t be able to go to Chinatown.” The whole room was noisy. The walls of the room were almost echoing. Out of the twenty people in the room, only one person was quiet. And that person was the teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf a visitor were to say so, it would be wrong. This room is not like any other schoolroom. But it is very much like something else. This place is like a part of an office, a factory, a business, where grown-ups grow up. Unlike the students, who have white shirts and clean faces, these children wear factory coats with their tops covered in dirt. Girls and boys alike. You can tell their jobs by just looking at their clothes. “Why can’t they be like that?” a mother once asked. But have you ever seen a printer in the world whose trousers, shirt, and face are not stained with ink? Have you ever seen a cook whose elbows are not covered in flour?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis classroom is a place of work. Workers cannot stay in one place. They travel for their various tasks. They come and go. They carry materials. They ask for advice. They inspect. They consult. Each worker is responsible for his work as he performs it.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572830429333,"sku":"","price":1980.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_43dd3de2-e2c4-4b98-9d8a-76853cd29ee0.jpg?v=1730217060"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-ခုနှစ်ဆောင်ပြိုင်အိမ်ကြီး","title":"Tattoe - Seven-storied house","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntroduction\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe bright, hot summers of New England and the cold, bitter winters, with their crisp, snowy air, give rise to strange, vivid, and richly textured stories.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe harsh and austere policies of the Puritans who came to Massachusetts in the 1600s have left New Englanders, though not as rigid and rigid as their ancestors, still a people who have suppressed their emotions with steadfast composure. Nathaniel Hawthorne's \"The Seven Dwarfs\" is a great novel written more than seventy years after the United States declared independence from British rule. The characters in this novel are people who, while adhering to the customs and traditions of the time, are struggling to suppress their emotions, and thus face various kinds of mental suffering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor example, the reformer artist Ho Grey painted a portrait of the judge's body with a calm and unwavering spirit. Even as he was painting, the whole town was searching for the murderer who killed the judge. Then there was the wealthy old woman named Hezekiah Pynchon, who could not forget that she had lived a good life in the past, and now she had to open a small sixpence shop to fight off her poverty. Then there was Hezekiah's brother Clifford, who had been in trouble since he was a child because of the influence of a greedy relative, and had become a lunatic. Then there were the sweepers who were busy fixing the whole world with their imagination.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePhoebe is a lovely, innocent, cheerful, hardworking New Englander. Her mother, who is about to drown in the sea of ​​trouble that the Pynchons experience, is saved by her purity. The Pynchons are a symbol of the tragic suffering of the Puritans of New England, and if they were to represent the revolutionaries who rejected the old ways in front of the artist, Phoebe could be said to represent the purity of the New Englanders.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe great novelist Hawthorne has included a character in his novel. It is none other than the Seven Houses. The Seven Houses is three hundred years old, but it still stands. It stands prominently in a small town a few miles from the old town of Boston. The house stands with a terrible serenity, as if it were a symbol of the harsh old days, when forty to fifty people a day were hanged for heresy. It is also a symbol of an age when people believed in ghosts and other supernatural beings. It is the kind of house that is often said to be haunted today.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the Seven-Story House stands out, so does the novel written by Hawthorne stand out in the literary world. The modern, fast-paced, and fast-paced modern people would not have the patience to read Hawthorne's novel, which is written in a long, drawn-out style. However, in the quiet era when Hawthorne flourished, writing was not an inevitable task, so people used to write and read with moderation and moderation. This novel was written more than a hundred years ago, so today's readers should not dwell on their own intolerance. As I have shown, readers in ancient times were not readers who read slowly and carefully. They should remember that Hawthorne was written in a long, drawn-out style according to the tastes of the times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, Hawthorne's work vividly describes the way people lived, dressed, customs, and ideas in Massachusetts at that time, so this novel can be called a mirror of the times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is something to be said about this great novel. Although it is an old novel written more than a hundred years ago, it is still modern in other aspects, apart from the writing. It is full of power. This great novel has been translated into all religions, and it has become as much a must-read for non-religious people as it is for Americans. The novel is as strong as a seven-story house. It is majestic and beautiful. It is full of courage that can capture the hearts of its readers. In some places, this book is read as a compulsory reading for students. In some places, even casual readers are so obsessed with this book that they forget to study other important and profound and difficult subjects for a while.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe New England state in which this novel is set is different from other states in the United States. It is unique. It is not to say that it is in a depressing state as Hawthorne describes in this novel, but New England is still calm and peaceful, unlike other states. It is said that it is the place where the wise men who think deeply come from. It is also said that it is the place where the literature closest to serious literary life comes from. Of course, just as the desire to build a seven-story mansion could only arise in New England, so it is also possible that a novel called Seven-story Mansion could only be written in New England.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoston and Salem, the New England cities of stately and serious character, are by no means as polished and superficial as New York. Therefore, while the delicate literary style comes from the young city like New York, the mature and serious literature comes from the old city like Boston and Salem. Being old and great cities, they are able to look back on the past and analyze the historical events, such as the great writers of the past, the American Revolution, and so on.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is hoped that Burmese readers who read this novel will be able to reflect on American history and the thoughts, behaviors, and beliefs of American citizens.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572851859605,"sku":"","price":5400.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_d38b646d-9a26-4184-8068-180814edb87f.jpg?v=1730217105"},{"product_id":"တက်တိုး-ကမ္ဘာကျော်မိန်းမသူလျှိုများ","title":"Tattoo - World-famous female spies ","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is a secretive person.\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePreliminary)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy daughter, \"Marian,\" is an eleven-year-old girl. She is tall, pretty, has red hair, and lovely eyes. She often asks more questions than I can answer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLast summer he accompanied me on a twelve-thousand-mile journey across the continent of Europe. I also traveled and preached. Along the way, I preached in schools, universities, and social and cultural organizations. I also broadcast on radio and television. My sermons were about spies, the “gravediggers of democracy.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy daughter, Mariam, was so anxious to attend all one hundred sermons that I gave that I had to attend them. After every sermon, she always asked the same question. Not only she, but her mother, her brother, and the five million or so listeners who heard me preach from the stage and on the radio asked the same question. It was:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Have you ever been a spy?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Whenever the audience asked, I always gave the same answer. “I don't like the word spy. Call me an intelligence officer,” I would often answer vaguely, making it funny.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe audience might laugh at that answer, but Marian wouldn't. \"What is intelligence? Who does a spy spy for?\" she asked. The girl's question had the word \"spy\" in it. \"The best spy is someone who is truly a researcher. Someone who can analyze and act with intelligence without using logic. A spy is really someone who lives in the jungle,\" Marian wouldn't understand if I told her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLong ago, a Russian Communist minister told Stalin that foreigners who had lived in the United States for more than five years could become citizens of the United States. Stalin said, “Then let us send five thousand men and women there. We will send them when we have something to do, and let them sit there until we have something to do.” Now there are such “sits” among our people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe other “sitters” were German citizens who were sent by Germany to various parts of the world. They sat and waited while working abroad. They were called upon by their fatherland to do their duty. This is how they did it. The informant who informed the German navy about the attack on Scarborough Shoal was a German watchmaker who had come to Britain in 1926. The professor of flashlights and signal language who had come to live in Hawaii when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1936. Clovis, who was arrested in 1949 for stealing the atomic bomb formula, came to Britain in 1935. In this way, spies were people who had come to live in their respective countries. They were people who had come to live in their respective countries only when the fatherland wanted them to.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn this way, war preparations are carried out during peacetime. Even when peace is said to be achieved before a major war breaks out, with artillery fired and weapons fired, spies are sent to \"sit\" in the relevant countries, ready to be used in the event of war.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIs it possible to tell my daughter about these things?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was once a \"sitter\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI never imagined I would get so deep into the world of espionage. I was living in Sweden. Sweden is one of the best democracies in the world. At the time, I was a journalist. I wrote books and contributed stories and articles to newspapers in the United States and Europe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn 1938, I saw the impending war and was deeply moved by the desire to prevent it. I joined an organization that was formed to protect those fleeing Hitler's regime. In doing so, I came into contact with refugees and homeless people fleeing Hitler's Nazis.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am a volunteer who helps these refugees by providing them with money, housing, and employment. They are grateful for what I do. These poor people are always afraid of the Nazis. Although they have escaped the Nazis, they are afraid that one day the dictator's henchmen will come and kill them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThese refugees were good-natured and their identities were interesting. Among them were also fake refugees. The passports of these fakes were fake. Some of them came with the passports of people who had already been killed by the Nazis. These fakes, like the real refugees, came from Germany or from Austria, Poland, Czechoslovakia, etc., which were occupied by the Nazis. Their purpose was to spy on the refugees and send them information. I was the first to discover their purpose.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day a man came to me and said that he had escaped from a Russian prison and that his name was Hindsmuller. I checked with my friends in Sweden to see if he was right. I found out that the real Hindsmuller had been killed by the Nazis the previous year and that the man was just a fake Hindsmuller. The reason he had come was to spy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShortly after the first meeting, the second\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45572831379605,"sku":"","price":1800.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_487c630f-78e6-41e1-b328-531aa77a048c.jpg?v=1730217117"},{"product_id":"တက္ကသိုလ်နေ၀င်း-စက္ကင်းလေဒီ","title":"University Ne Win - Sakkin Lady","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShe was holding a press conference as the First Lady of the United States.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Twenty male and two female reporters from various newspapers and cable news agencies sat at desks facing each other, each with a notebook.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two people sitting on her left and right were the First Lady's press secretary, a woman named Nora, and the female secretary, Auram, who oversaw the daily schedule.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The reporters asked the US First Lady a variety of questions, and she answered them well without hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is it true that you will attend the International Women's Conference in Moscow?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When a reporter asked again, she replied, \"Yes, I plan to attend that women's conference.\" She asked, \"Do you intend to discuss the issue of equal rights for women at the Moscow conference?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I intend to discuss this matter extensively.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In this way, she was able to answer questions one after another with ease.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When the press conference was over and the reporters had left, she entered the cabinet room where the ministers were meeting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a television in that room, and some people were sitting in front of it, watching the press conference that had been held earlier from this room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Among the group of people was a burly man. He was General Petrov, the head of the Russian secret service (KGB).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe smiled and clapped his hands in appreciation. \"That's great... you're so thorough that there's nothing to say. You're so natural. That's why I really appreciate you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs General Petrov spoke these words of praise, Colonel Zuber, the woman's lover Razin, and two other unidentified men standing behind him also applauded and applauded.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The reason for this widespread praise is as follows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who had earlier held a press conference and answered reporters' questions was not the real US First Lady. It was a Russian woman who looked so much like the First Lady that she was indistinguishable. Her name was Vera Bavilova, but everyone called her Vera for short.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eVera was a special project of the Russian secret service (KGB) to prepare and train her to act as a spy by posing as a woman named Billie, the first lady of the United States.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis preparation had been going on for a long time, so it was considered that they were ready, so they practiced the final full-dress drill as if they were holding a press conference at the real US presidential palace.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe head of the KGB, General Petrov, was watching Vera's performance on television from this cabinet meeting room and praised her so much that he was so impressed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The intelligence officer Razin, who was next to Petrov, was the lover of the woman Vera.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eVera is a Russian theater actress. \"So, Vera... are you ready?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e General Petrov asked with a smile, and Vera, dressed as the American First Lady, smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes. I am ready.” “Okay... then I will go and report to the Prime Minister.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After speaking, Petrov left with a satisfied expression.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The place where they are now practicing in full uniform is a secret chamber in the Kremlin, the headquarters of the authorities in Moscow.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":41958527205525,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_0a7b1079-012b-44a3-8b07-4c1fb65f501f.jpg?v=1730217547"},{"product_id":"ညီစေမင်း-နိုင်ငံတော်စစ်ဆေးရေးမှူးချုပ်","title":"Nyi Sae Min - State Inspector General","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mayor's house, lavishly furnished, like a palace, shows a lack of variety. The upper center has folding doors, the usual entrance, the upper right door leads to the bedroom, the upper right window, practically, and the upper left staircase leads to the other rooms of the house. There is no fireplace. But a large samovar, like a large wardrobe without legs, stands against the left wall, warming the whole room from the wall. The walls are painted white, it is winter. There are also chandeliers and candlesticks everywhere. The light is given as in scenes (1) and (3), a sofa, a table, and many chairs. Morning, about eight o'clock, behind the curtain, the judge, the social worker, and the school administrator appear, as if waiting for \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003esomething, as if feeling uneasy, The judge squirmed in his chair, it was morning for him and for the little one, he tried to focus on the clock, the little one was restless, pacing back and forth, he seemed to be putting on his clothes in a hurry, the social worker stood by the window, looking more confident, but like the others, he was looking uneasily towards the door, the mayor entered, fully dressed, the judge stood up immediately, the other three bowed respectfully.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMayor - (speaking quickly) Hello, gentlemen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe reason I have invited you to my house this morning is because I have some unpleasant news for you. I have learned that the State Inspector General has left Peterborough with secret orders to investigate our state. Especially our district. He is a mysterious figure.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt will be hidden.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Judge: What did you say, Petersburg?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Social Welfare Officer - An officer with secret orders and instructions, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e School Supervisor – After Disappearing, Right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMayor: I am not very enthusiastic about what you are doing. But, as you know, I am also very nervous. Last night I dreamed of huge groundhogs. God forbid, I have never seen such huge, ferocious, black creatures. They sniffed and ran away. But I will read to you a letter that Tshimov just sent me. (To the social worker) You know him, don't you? He wrote: \"My dear God Father.\" The benefactor's mouth was quivering, (eyes moving rapidly) Here: “I must warn you, sir, that a high-ranking official is coming to inspect our state, and especially our entire district. Although this information is given by him individually, it is obtained from a reliable source. I know that you, sir, have your faults like the rest of us, and I do not think you are so ignorant as to ignore what comes into your hands.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e( \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe seemed to be trying hard to control himself, but he raised his head and said, \"Well... yes, everyone here is just friends.\")\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45574485835925,"sku":"","price":4050.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_4b253943-44ae-44ad-bab2-dad7920bac3f.jpg?v=1730218013"},{"product_id":"စစ်ကိုင်းဦးဘိုးသင်း-ဒါကြောင့်ချစ်တာ","title":"Sagaing U Bo Thin - That's why I love you","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Tin Maung Myint, from the year he arrived at the university, bought and piled up straw and hay around their house, then bought mushroom seeds from the science lab and planted them. However, the mushrooms that grew from the straw and hay were not eaten or sold, but left to grow naturally.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen, a year later, the straw pile had been piled up again and again, and the water had been sprayed on it, and the mushrooms had grown in abundance. That year, when the mushrooms were growing, Tin Maung Myint and his family had to eat mushroom soup, and Tin Maung Myint's mother sold the mushrooms and earned 150 baht.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Tin Maung Myint's exam results came out, he had already passed both exams with honors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, with great joy, he repaired and watered three large jasmine plants around his house, and the jasmine flowers bloomed early, earning him about three kyats a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTin Maung Myint is now tending the garden in their ten-and-a-half-acre plot. Their land also has a constant flow of water from the canal, so although Tin Maung Myint's work is not perfect, the garden he cultivates is lush and beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn addition to straw mold, the yard is also producing jasmine flowers and brown flowers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn May 30th of that year, a European came to Tin Maung Myint at noon and greeted him. They said this: “You will become a high school teacher at my high school.” “I don’t want to.” “I will give you a net salary of three hundred and fifty.” “I don’t want to.” “Is the salary low?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Even if you pay me three thousand five hundred a month, I won’t do it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Oh.. why?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't want to say it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Just say it, it's okay\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You people in Burma are so obsessed with English that you are starting to teach English from kindergarten and are establishing schools. I know that you are establishing schools like that and are trying to make your country a market-following country.” “Oh.. that’s not true, Ko Tin Maung Myint is mistaken.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You can't trick me with money. I can eat a plate of fried rice and a meal. I dare to enter a wedding ceremony wearing traditional clothes. I'm not a person who wants to be seen.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Thoughts and concepts are wrong\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You are right. You are destroying the traditional Buddhist doctrine, which is so noble and peaceful, by building schools and teaching religion to children. You are weakening the ethnic spirit and making you look like you are lawless people from Europe, and making us a follower country, aren't you? I am a fool.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Ha... it's not what you think.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't deny it, I was in high school too. I was in university too. I know that there are a lot of students who miss their mother, Kyaw Htwe Daw, and I don't want to talk about it even in schools and universities. I don't want to wake up the one who is awake.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ha... you misunderstood, we Burmese people have been helping and supporting us a lot with the intention of modernizing us.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm surprised you said that to me. I'm not blind. Only blind people want to follow the ideology that is being lured by foreign countries, thinking it is good. This is an oath to surrender and follow the Cold War. Don't come and try to persuade me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"You are not a coward. Your so-called allied forces, with the help of the Burmese, returned to Burma and burned down towns and villages where there was not a single Japanese person, which is proof of that.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We are living in a two-story house that has collapsed and is now a shack.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe foreign principal couldn't persuade Tin Maung Myint, so he returned in his car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next evening, Tin Maung Myint was busy tending to his garden. His mother was arranging flowers and other flowers. The big flower was picking jasmine buds that were about to bloom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMeanwhile, Daw Mya Nga, a teacher from an independent school, came to Tin Maung Myint. Daw Mya Nga was a BA who had graduated a year earlier than Tin Maung Myint and was working as a teacher at an independent school.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Sit down.” “What are you thinking about doing now?” “I’m working. I’m planting jasmine trees, planting ornamental plants, and taking care of jasmine trees.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We're working at the school. I've spoken to the principal.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"A naked woman is not fit to be a teacher. She is good at doing Dhobi, and she is very good at it. I know how to do it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Your Excellency\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's it, I don't want to do the job of a teacher, it's not worth it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Think about it, if you do it, I'll explain it to you tomorrow.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm just repeating myself, I'm not doing it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daw Mya Ninh went back, following Tin Maung Myint's unspoken words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Mya Nga had two years of IA and two years of BA. When Tin Maung Myint passed the ISC, BSC, and BA in two consecutive years, and many people praised him, he said, \"It's not a bad thing, you are a naked man.\" The words spread through the air and reached Tin Maung Myint's ears.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDid Tin Maung Myint say such things to Daw Mya Nga because of such a feeling? If so, is Tin Maung Myint a person who is suitable for the times? If Tin Maung Myint said such things because of such a feeling, is it appropriate to say them?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaw Mya Nga is a very prominent woman in the university community. She not only persuaded Tin Maung Myint to vote for her party in the union election, but also campaigned for them. Then Tin Maung Myint said bluntly that he was not coming to the university to pay fifteen kyats a month to vote, but to receive vocational training.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOthers came to persuade him at that time. Tin Maung Myint also said that and remained calm. Because of this attitude, Tin Maung Myint did not get along with other university students during his student life. However, students who studied sports treated Tin Maung Myint well because he was an excellent soccer player.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTin Maung Myint played football, but he did not socialize with the team members, eating, and having fun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow Tin Maung Myint is a man who has obtained a degree in Arts and Sciences. He was considered by the students of his time to be a person who did not break corners and did not matter. Because of this attitude.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45580500304021,"sku":"","price":2250.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_90ce4e41-fb67-45b8-b2a9-3363bf45d89d.jpg?v=1730219920"},{"product_id":"ခင်မောင်ကြီး-ကျွန်ချစ်","title":"Khin Maung Gyi - My Love","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1 )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNew Orleans was a most miserable place in the summer. It was only because of his resentment of Elizabeth and his pride that John Carrick had ventured across the Caribbean Sea, which was blockaded by the British Navy and the pirate-infested Gulf, in his small ship. It was no use to sell goods through the customs office when they could buy all kinds of goods duty-free from the smugglers who had their headquarters on the Barataria Islands, who smuggled all kinds of goods for the king's use.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYet John Carrick risked all sorts of dangers to bring Elizabeth the wedding dress she was to wear, along with the magnificent furniture that Napoleon's victorious armies had looted from the castles of Europe. From his hot cabin, John Carrick could hear his aide-de-camp, Burnside, shouting orders to a group of sailors as they prepared to remove Elizabeth's belongings from the ship's hold. When she put on the wedding dress, which had been specially ordered from Paris, Elizabeth's surname was De Ivry, and when she took it off, her surname would change to Govez.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe heat was making the pine needles rise again under the young captain's face. John Kerris was peeling back the bandages that had bound the stab wound on his left elbow, while sweat dripped from beneath his crimson, dark hair, and trickled into his eyes. He had received this wound the night before, when his ship, the Mary, had been attacked by a pirate ship named the San Pike. However, he did not want to be known in New Orleans, as he was unable to defend himself, and he did not even tell his crew of his injury.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, the pirates, who had attacked his ship, thinking it was just an ordinary merchantman, were in for the biggest shock of their lives when they were hit by the simultaneous firing of eight cannons on his ship. In this battle, the pirates tried to board the Mary, but the cannons hit them and their ship exploded and sank. On the other hand, two men were wounded. The bodies of three of the fallen pirates were hung upside down by the feet from the top of the mast by Carys. The bodies were pecked at by birds along the way, but they were still captured. In one of the body bags, documents were found indicating that he was a Spaniard with the long name of On Luis de Fonseca y Govez y Cartagena.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGiven the name, it is safe to assume that the body is a relative of the merchant Elizabeth is about to marry. This is certainly a matter of satisfaction for Carys. He had previously been unable to accept Elizabeth's potential bride, and now that a pirate is his relative, his dislike for her must be even more profound.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike Elizabeth's parents, New Orleans often judged a person based on their lineage. Govez was of the highest rank among the Creoles in New Orleans. Govez himself was a man of great pride and would not tolerate any insults. Whenever he felt that someone had offended him, he would challenge that person to a one-on-one fight. Whether with a sword or a gun, he was not content with just drawing blood like other men. He was satisfied with killing the other person. He always won the fight. Yet, if Elizabeth could change her mind, Carys was ready to fight Govetz, believing that even though Govetz's bullet had pierced his heart, he would still be able to hold on to his life until he could kill her again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut Carys did not expect Elizabeth to change her mind about Govez. In fact, Elizabeth must have known that Govez, although a man of high birth, was not very high in his profession. She must have known from the time she had given her father permission to marry Govez that Govez owned brothels in the \"bad\" part of New Orleans, the \"bad\" part of the city, and along the river. But it had to be admitted that this was a fashionable business practice among the Creole gentry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter Caris had removed the last of the bandages from his wound, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. The wound was very large and painful. The pain spread to his fingers, his arm, his shoulder, and his neck. He was afraid that the wound would become infected and he would die of a broken leg. If he had to die such a terrible death, it would be a shame for a woman to die.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis crew were quite dissatisfied. They were hungry for women and pleasure. However, the ship was due to leave port in four or five hours, and Carys did not allow them to go ashore. Carys knew very well that they were dissatisfied and unhappy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he heard a knock on the cabin door from outside, Caris sighed with relief. The knocker was probably his servant, Mush, who had asked him to find some ointment to use when he was putting on a new bandage to prevent it from sticking to the wound. Caris carefully hid the bandage he had removed and opened the door. Not even his aide-de-camp, Bankside, knew of his injury. When he opened the door, it was his servant, Mush. Mush, a native of Santo Domingo, had taught Caris the French and Spanish used by the common people, as well as the expressions of the Capuchin and the white man. However, when he spoke to Caris, he spoke only in high-class dialects. Now he brought the fat he had found on a piece of wood and said, \"You have successfully made your journey into the kitchen.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45585492672661,"sku":"","price":1800.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_b40429d0-c127-4f42-97ff-c6d73c917fc8.jpg?v=1730223704"},{"product_id":"မင်းသုဝဏ်-လူရွန်း","title":"Min Thuwan - Lu Rong","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLuron\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI respectfully pay homage to Sakyamuni, who abandoned the outdated three Vedic systems and preached the modern three Pitakas... who abandoned the outdated Brahmanism and invented modern Buddhism, and I will translate and write with all my might the short stories that are appearing in every saint today...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe leader of the literary movement in the Xintian era was a writer named “Lu Xuan”. Lu Xuan is not his real name, but his real name is Chao Shujin. He was born in 1881 in Shaoxing, Cheqing County, Xintian. His grandfather was a graduate of Hanlin University, and his father was a scholar of Suwei, so Chao Shujin (Lu Xuan) learned poetry and literature from his parents. However, the Chao family was not as wealthy as other scholars. His father died when he was young, so Chao Shujin and his mother had to live in the hands of others. His mother worked hard to send her son to the public schools in Nanjing. Chao Shujin studied maritime science in Nanjing, then transferred to the school of mining and engineering, and received a university degree there. Then, he went to Japan to continue his education as a scholar, receiving government funding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe studied medicine in Tokyo and returned to China in 1909. He was very disappointed when he was unable to go to Europe to pursue his education. He did not want to make a living from his medical studies, which he could not afford, so he worked as a teacher and taught literature in his native province. When the people of China revolted against the Manchu government in 1911, deposed the Manchu emperor, and established a republic, he happily went to Beijing and joined the circle of intellectuals who were calling for the revival of China.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor 15 years, he devoted himself to general work. He accepted an academic position and taught literature at three universities at once. Among these three universities was Peking National University, which was the birthplace of the revival of Chinese literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHere, I will briefly discuss three types of literature that flourished side by side in the country until 1917. (a) The type of literature called Wining, which was popular in ancient times, was a long, stilted, and stilted form of literature that was “full of words and no words.” (b) The type of literature called Pehma, which has emerged in modern times, is a popular and contemporary style of literature that is written in the local dialect and is criticized by Wining scholars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(c) The third type is a kind of short story literature that is written by the villagers in their own villages. In the Sianty-Tai, the people of the country, who are called by the Burmese as \"Letto Letshya\", do not understand each other's words. The Winyin literature is too complicated and cannot be learned or understood by ordinary people. The third type of literature is also not understood by people of one region or another. Therefore, a kind of modern literature called \"Pe\" was written in simple local language so that people of all kinds, whether short or long, could understand it together. Just as the ancient scholars in Burma condemned modern literature as \"crazy literature\", the ancient scholars in Sianty-Tai also condemned the Pema literature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, Lu Xun was also editing two magazines, Manyun and Rui Qou. He also translated German, Russian, and Japanese books.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe also wrote for a magazine called “Hla Lin Thit”. In 1917, the magazine “Lul Lin Thit” began to promote the “Pe” literature, and in the future, Pe” literature flourished and flourished throughout the country. At that time, the magazine “Lul Lin Thit” was edited by a wise man named Chin Tu Su. Chin Tu Su was a reformer and a vocal advocate for the use of Pe literature as official and popular literature. Before the publication of the magazine “Lul Lin Thit”, which was written and published exclusively in Pe literature, all Pe literature in the past was published in the traditional style of traditional literature. Of all the “rebellions” that occurred in the country, the Pe literature rebellion of the Pe period was the most important, and the “brush war” that the magazine “Lul Lin Thit” started was the most difficult war of all wars, whether you or me. Gradually, the Burmese armed forces began to attack the old customs and usages inherited from the Manchu government.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis was the beginning of the emergence of critical thinking in every country. The new era of Mingalar, which began to demand reform in matters of religion and nationality, began to emerge like a young sun rising.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe leader of the Pehmar army, Situ Bilu, was Lu Xuan. He was a member of the Chin Tu Su and a bloodthirsty man, and Lu Xuan contributed short articles to the Lu Lin Thit magazine. He also contributed novels such as \"Ba Ya Se\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, when Lu Xun was published in 1921, he was recognized by the whole country for his satirical novel \"The Biography of Aqyu\", which was published in the year 1921. This novel's plot and writing style were quite unusual for the literary world. In every town and village, people discussed, talked about, and consulted about the biography of Aqyu. The ancient scholars criticized Aqyu. The modern youth praised Aqyu. They fought a \"brush war\" with Lu Xun as their pillar, and in the end, Lu Xun emerged as a great leader in the literary world of the Peking era.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince then, the biography of Arqu has been reprinted once a year. Not only that, but scholars have also translated this work into various languages, including French, German, Russian, and Japanese. The great scholar Romain Rollin, also known as the Sheep Sung, who greatly admired Lu Xuan's writings, said that he even shed tears when reading this novel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, the officials did not like Lu Xun's writing style. They accused him of disturbing the country and expelled him from the education department. Then, during the reign of dictator Tong Chiji, a warrant was issued for Lu Xun's arrest, so Lu Xun had to escape from Beijing with the help of good friends. This was his first escape from death.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe then spent some time in Amoy, teaching and writing. When President Sun Yat-sen accepted the Communists into the Kuomintang government, Lu Xun moved to Canton. In 1927, when Chiang Kai-shek purged thousands of communists, including students, workers, and peasants, Lu Xun was forced to flee. He fled to Shanghai to escape arrest and went into hiding.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA small incident\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA LITTLE INCIDENT)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt has been six years since I came to the city from the forest. During that time, many political issues have arisen, some of which I have seen and some of which I have heard. But my heart has not been moved by those issues at all. When I think back on those political issues, my heart not only becomes more and more depressed, but my love for the world grows less and less. However, one incident has a profound meaning for me, and I have not forgotten it to this day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day was the sixth year of our Republic of Saint-Tropez, a winter day, and a strong north wind was blowing. I had to get up early to go to work because of the beauty of the veranda. However, I did not see anyone on the way to work. After a long search, I found a rickshaw and got in and asked the rickshaw driver to take me to the mountain gate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, the wind began to calm down and the dust on the road began to settle, so my eyes cleared up. The rickshaw driver also started running quickly. Just as I was about to reach the mountain gate, someone ran in front of me, bumped into the rickshaw and threw me to the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who fell was none other than a woman with disheveled hair and ragged clothes. She suddenly ran out of the road and crossed the road in front of us. The rickshaw driver tried to avoid us as much as he could. However, the woman’s loose clothes got caught in the wind and got caught in the wheelbarrow. Fortunately, the rickshaw driver slowed down and saved us. Otherwise, the woman would have fallen over and been seriously injured. Even after we stopped the rickshaw, the woman did not get up from her position and was lying on all fours. I do not think she was injured, because no one saw this rickshaw accident. However, I was very annoyed when I saw the rickshaw driver not only not pulling but also standing there watching. This incident would not only delay my journey but also cause me trouble.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... keep pulling... it's not enough.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I said to the rickshaw driver. But I don't know if he didn't hear me or if he didn't care. He lowered the cart and gently lifted the woman. Then, holding her, he asked, \"Did you get hurt?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I got hit\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I saw you fall...it wasn’t too bad...how could you have been hit? You’re just being so mean, you’re so hateful, the rickshaw driver is just trying to make things worse, you’ll have to deal with it yourself,” I muttered to myself. However, after hearing that the rickshaw driver had been hit, I didn’t hesitate. I took the woman’s arm and carefully led her to the other side of the road. I also looked over and was surprised to see a shack. The rickshaw driver didn’t see anyone outside the shack, so he took the woman inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment I felt a strange sensation. For some reason, the body of the rickshaw driver, covered in dust, grew larger and larger in front of me. The further he went, the larger his body grew, until finally I could see him. Inside, I felt as if an invisible force came from where he was and squeezed my body. That invisible force seemed to be pushing out the petty habits hidden under my fur coat. My strength was running out, my blood was congealing, and I was coming weakly. Thus I sat, motionless and motionless, with my eyes closed, until I saw a police officer coming towards me from the gatehouse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Rent another rickshaw and go... you rickshaw driver can't go on anymore,” he advised. | \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWithout thinking, I reached into my bag and took out a large handful of copper coins.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Give me this money to the swindler.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe north wind has died down, and the road is still clear of people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought as I walked. But it was as if I didn't dare to think about myself. I put aside what had happened and sought an answer for the handful of coins. Why did I give those coins to that swindler? As a reward? As I had thought and mumbled as before, was I still human enough to make a decision about that swindler? I dared not answer my butterfly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat experience is still fresh in my memory. Every time I think about it, I feel pain. The military, political, and social events that took place during this time are like the poems and literature that I had memorized as a child, but now I can no longer recite a single line. However, the incident that happened to me during those six years has washed me with the water of repentance, corrected my character, and strengthened my hope and courage. I can still see that incident clearly as it happened that morning.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45562236436629,"sku":"","price":1170.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_025e34d3-75ff-4e15-8dea-39ff50059061.jpg?v=1730227703"},{"product_id":"မြင့်စိုးလှိုင်-ရော်ဘင်ဆင်ကရူးဆိုး","title":"Myint Soe Hlaing - Robinson Crusoe","description":"\u003col data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n\u003cli data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \n\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI go to the sea.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/ol\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family. At a very early age I wanted to go to the sea. My father was a wise man, and he begged me not to do so. For a time I decided not to think of it any more. But one day in the city of Hull I met a friend who was going to sea on his father's ship. He asked me to go with him. Then, without asking my father, without asking God's blessing, without any thought of the result, I went on board the ship.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e( 1 )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to be a seafarer.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was born in 1632. I was born in York, and my parents were well-to-do. I had always wanted to go to sea and have a good time. My father, being a wise man, forbade me from going. So I thought of the sea no more, and for a long time I forgot it. But one day I went to Hull. There I met a friend. He was about to go on a voyage with his father, and he wanted me to go with him. What can I say? I did not ask my father's permission, \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003enor did I pray to God for help, and without thinking a bit about what would happen, I went straight to the deck of the ship.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003col start=\"2\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cli data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ship is lost in the storm.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/ol\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the same day we left Hull, meaning to go to the African coast. We guided the ship as if we were going to the island of Fernando de Noronha. Then we passed to the east of that island. After a few days there came a fearful storm. The wind and the waves threw the ship this way and that for twelve days. The ship was badly broken and a lot of water was coming in. Then one of our men, early in the morning, cried out, 'Land!' just after that, the ship ran on to some sand. The waves came over. the ship, and we knew that very soon it would be broken to pieces. We had a small boat on board; we let the boat down into the water, and got into it. When we had gone some distance in the boat, a great wave came from behind. 'Oh, God!' we cried and we were all thrown into the water.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e( 2 )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the storm\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat same day we left Hull, intending to go to the coast of Africa. We sailed towards the island of Fernando de Noronha. We then sailed east of the island. A few days later a terrible storm arose. The ship was tossed about by strong winds and waves for twelve days. The ship was completely wrecked and the water was pouring in. Then early in the morning we heard one of the sailors shout, “We have found land.” No sooner had we heard this shout than the ship ran aground on a shallow sandbank. The waves were so great that we knew that we would soon be broken to pieces. So we lowered a small boat that had been put on board and everyone got into it. We had not yet thought of rowing, but we had already A huge wave came from behind. We could even beat the \"god\" with it. It seemed to grab people and throw them all into the water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003col start=\"3\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\n\n \u003cli data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am thrown up on the ground.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/ol\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA great wave took me and carried me towards the shore: it left me on the land, badly hurt. I was very weak, but I got up on my feet and ran up to a dry place and lay there more dead than alive. After a time I was sick and threw up a great deal of sea water which had got into my stomach. Then I wanted to rest; but I dared not sleep on the ground for fear of being eaten by wild beasts.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo I climbed up into a tree, and remained there until morning. I was sure that all my friends had been killed and I alone had been saved. I was very tired and I quickly fell asleep.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e3)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThrow it back on the hill.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA huge wave carried me to the beach and laid me down on the shore, wounded. I was also a man. But I tried my best to stand up. Then I ran as hard as I could to a dry place and threw myself down. I even thought that I would die. After a while, I became uncomfortable and vomited the seawater that had entered my stomach. Then I wanted to doze off. But I didn’t dare to lie down on the ground for fear of being eaten by wild animals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo I thought I would climb a tree and stay there until morning. I thought all my companions had died at sea. Yes, of course. Now that I have escaped, am I the only one? I was too tired to think for long and fell asleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e4)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnce upon a time on a ship\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I woke up, it was clear and clear. The sea was calm now. The ship was not moving for about a mile from the shore. I had no supplies. No food. No weapons to find food. So I decided to go to the ship and see if I could find anything useful. I took off my clothes and swam to the ship. When I got there, I climbed out of a hole in the side of the ship. The whole after part of the ship was flooded. But there were still some places where the water could not get in.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45547343511701,"sku":"","price":2700.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_46f44b7c-fc8b-4a05-ba2c-c2e4e06ad1a3.jpg?v=1730229955"},{"product_id":"မြဒေါင်းညို-ကမ္ဘာ့လျှို့၀ှက်အသင်းများ","title":"Mya Daung Nyo - Secret Societies of the World","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(A)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIntroduction\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hide the cat’s claw” is a Burmese proverb. If something is important, it will be revealed. “Don’t let the Burmese see it before it’s done,” the proverb conveys a sense of secrecy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePeople are intrigued by secrecy. People want to know about secrecy. They want to be secretive. Psychologists might call it the innate instinct. Everyone wants to be \"involved\" in something secretive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey like to have valuable things in secret. The young woman who walks secretly with her face covered by an umbrella, the people want to see her face carefully. The young woman who walks openly with her face covered is often ignored and ignored. This is an example of a social issue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSecrecy is the \"face\" of publicity, and one reason for secrecy is to keep it from being known before it is done. That is why secret societies do not openly flaunt their activities until they have achieved their goals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSecrets are the birth of courage, adventure, and sacrifice. Secret societies capture the minds of people. They are short-lived and on the move. Without secrecy, corruption, competition, and partiality lead to disrespect, irresponsibility, disorganization, and disillusionment. “Secret societies can work more efficiently than “open” societies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSecret societies, like secret societies, often hold the country in check. Every ruler is not without secrets, but with the support of the secret societies. The Chinese warlord Madam Chiang Kai-shek was a member of the Hong Kong China Unity Secret Society.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was approved. Even the first president of China, Sun Yat-sen, was a member of this association. The republic was created.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook at the history of Myanmar, the people of Myanmar were scattered because of secret societies. Kings Yan Naung, Tabin Shwe Htee, Bayint Naung, Alaung Pagoda, the first ruler of Amarapura, Shwe Bo, and other kings, all of whom were involved in the country's assassinations with bloodthirsty troops, loyal guards, and trusted people. If it's important, aren't they close by blood?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRegarding this, we read the following in the “Burmese King’s Administrative Documents” regarding blood-drinking (secret societies).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Same blood, close blood - When there are few people, when there are other people besides close blood relatives, and when there are strangers, when someone pricks the arm of someone and drinks the blood, it is considered that the blood is the same. After forming a group of people, they drink the blood and become the leader among them. (1- Being able to keep the subordinates with love and affection. 2- Being able to tolerate cold and heat. 3- Not prioritizing self-interest and wealth, and having the courage to work for the progress of subordinates and 4- Having the six qualities of a patron) are often promoted as big blood or big blood drinkers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“A group of people who drink blood and act in a unified manner and follow the rules of blood drinking is called a blood drinking group. The word blood drinking is often abbreviated as “go” instead of being written as a separate word for blood drinking. The term blood drinking group is often used in Burmese decrees, decrees, royal documents, and surveys.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Those who plan to become kings, as mentioned, are called Ye Yi Pe, even the fact that they drink blood. 912 of the 912 people who proposed to become the king of the White Elephants of Hanthawaddy, 68 people who proposed to become the king of Alaungmindha, 1113 people who proposed to become the king of the first city of Amarapura, 12 people who proposed to become the king of the first city of Amarapura, 1143 people who proposed to become the king of the first city of Amarapura, each consisted of 12 people who drank blood. If they were just people, they were called “Ye Yi Pe.” If they had horses, they were called “Myin Yi Pe.” There are also many poems composed in Lankasi about the relationship between people who drink blood and those who drink horse blood. They are often called “Yeting Lanka-Yeting Mawkun.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If sixty-eight,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The most powerful thing in the world. You have a plan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"True\" -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The king of the gods is in the strong Lanka.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“When the British began to annex Upper Burma, it was also evident that the aforementioned groups of bandits and bandits, who were loyal to the king, formed alliances and drank blood, and emerged powerfully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is true that it is not only the Burmese people who practice bloodletting, but also the Ta Lai, Shan, Yun, Karen, Kachin, and Chin peoples who practice bloodletting in the same way as mentioned above.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the saying goes, “When it matters, blood is always near.” When a country is in trouble, people who are close to blood gather together, in other words, choosing people who agree and drinking blood, was still evident as late as 1143 Burmese calendar year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs mentioned, bloodletting is not an open business. It is a form of rebellion that is closely related to blood, and bloodletting can only be done secretly. Isn't it because of the 68 secret followers of Alaungpaya Myinyi that Myanmar emerged as the third state? Isn't it possible for the Burmese to be free from the yoke of the one line and live on equal terms with their fellow citizens?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eApart from the secret societies that are purely criminal, many secret societies also include wealthy individuals. Secret societies are the powerful weapon of the weak to overthrow the powerful and oppressive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSecret societies are evident in the annals of history. Secret societies have appeared in every nation, every country, and every era. They live in secrecy, following the worldly laws of each country.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn ancient empires such as China, Rome, and Egypt, secret religious sects emerged. False monks and monks who made a living by deceiving the gods\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were secret societies. During the Pagan period in Burma, over eighty great leaders secretly formed groups and forced Pagans to eat fat, eat bones, and perform various rituals, such as sending out flowers and performing dragon worship.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sorcerers, astrologers, fortune tellers, and fortune tellers have formed secret societies and have been practicing their craft in China, Japan, Mexico, and the Middle East since ancient times. The \"Meji\" sorcerers of Persia, the Brahmin Brahmins of the Kala, and the hermits of ancient Britain all made their living by dressing in secret and traditional attire. All the great ancient religions practiced secret rituals. In ancient tombs, ossuaries, cave urns, caves, and mountain cliffs, stone and stone archaeologists have unearthed the remains of secret societies that emerged in ancient times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrom the 11th to the 14th centuries, Europe was in the midst of a great “Middle Ages” of religious wars. Christians and pagans fought each other. Secret religious orders, known as “Nirvana Paths,” emerged. Secret “Inquisitions” were established by the Roman Catholic Church. These orders brutally executed anyone who was not baptized. They were a major part of European history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sects of alchemy, mysticism, tapasya, and asceticism have also sprung up like mushrooms all over the world. It is said that people who share the same beliefs and beliefs secretly form sects with their superiors and masters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Freemasonry “Cut the Head” Society has been around for two centuries and is still thriving today. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are 25,000 societies in the world. Over three million members. The program is secret. However, the secrecy in the organization of the ceremony makes it a secret society.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45547196350613,"sku":"","price":4050.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_2effa252-6431-4d16-91de-3242b1083d6a.jpg?v=1730231107"},{"product_id":"မြဒေါင်းညို-သင်းထိုက်နဲ့သင်းကံ","title":"Mya Daung Nyo - Thin Thak and Thin Kan","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPherson and the Poorhouse\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The time is 192.... March 15th, 6:03 PM....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFrancis Joseph MacPherson entered the Danboys Inn (or Hotel). (Ireland) The Danboys Inn was well known throughout Dublin as a haven for the poor, the scoundrels, the thieves, and the petty thieves. The surrounding area of ​​the hotel was a slum. It was filthy and smelly. The hotel itself was so crowded that the smell of people, the smell of food, the smell of garbage, the smell of filth, the smell of slop\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rain was falling in torrents. The sky was dark and gloomy. Small hailstones were flying in the air. The road was covered with hailstones. It was a wet and gloomy weather.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips rushed into the hotel and hid in the bushes near the entrance. When he heard no sound from behind, he approached the door and looked around carefully. He pulled the top of his hat down over his face. He pulled the collar of his blazer up around his neck. He disguised himself as best he could. MacPhilips wondered who was following him. He didn't want anyone to know he had entered the hotel lobby, because MacPhilips was a criminal. He was a fugitive. He had killed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLast October, MacPherson shot and killed the secretary of the Yashin Union in connection with a strike by Yashin workers in the city of Amherst. He has been on the run since the murder. He has been hiding in the hills around Dublin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAbout half an hour ago, MacPherson had sneaked back into Dublin on a freight train. The train guard was a member of the Irish Communist Party, which MacPherson had joined.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips, afraid of being followed, walked out of the door and looked around like a crow. With the experienced detective's eyes, MacPhilips' eyes were as wide as a shrimp's. He sighed in relief when he saw no trace of the pursuer in the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips turned his back on the door and stood looking inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAlthough he was a tall man, he had broad shoulders and a large chest. When he walked, he walked like a wild animal in the forest. His face was thin and pale. His eyebrows were as dark as his hair. When he lowered his eyes, his large blue eyes shone brightly, and when they were turned up, he was a man of beautiful eyes. His jaw was not only square, but also full of skin. His nose was straight. His cheekbones were deep and his cheekbones were high. When he had a bad cough, his face would wrinkle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMayphilis was wearing a pair of dirty, ragged, blue sailor pants. He wore a raincoat over it, buttoned up at the neck. His shoes were old and worn. They squelched in the rain as he rode. Under his left arm he carried a revolver in a leather pouch. The pouch was slung around his neck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen MacPherson entered the hotel room, he had a revolver in his raincoat in one hand. The hotel clerk and three old men who pretended to be poor were talking loudly. The clerk shooed one of the old men away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man who had been driven away turned to look at Mephisto with a grim expression, then walked alongside Mephisto and out onto the road.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's so crowded, it's good to kill it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Aye... yes, very confused.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The two old men who were left behind were talking to each other.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe two old men who had survived were asking the hotel clerk for a bed. The clerk was begging and pleading for a driver.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips passed by the hotel's ticket office and entered the main hall. The chairs were scattered about. Some were badly broken. Groups and groups of people were sitting and standing as they pleased, talking and talking. No one was neatly dressed. Bedbugs were everywhere. Some were young and old. The results of hunger and illness. Some were looking at the ceiling with their hands behind their backs. Some were standing and sitting like dogs, unable to find a place to sit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eRolling out his cigarette in neat little pieces, MacPherson walked through the large hall, carefully scanning the faces of the people in the hall with a fox-like gaze. The people who were being stared at ignored MacPherson, and MacPherson half-opened the door and entered a large hall at the end of the hall on the right.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe room seemed to be a reading room, a playroom. Some of the tables were covered with newspapers. Some were lying on their stomachs playing chess on the tables. Some were reading. Some were playing cards. But most of the time, they were staring straight ahead, looking back at their own lives, and the more miserable and miserable they were, the more they hated the old world and planned to build a new one. They still cherished the great life that had been cut short.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips, holding a cigarette in his left hand and a six-pointed handle between the two buttons of his raincoat, looked from table to table. No one paid any attention to MacPhilips. Even though MacPhilips was a fugitive, this group of people, who were tired of living and who had a heart for humanity, would not be a scoundrel. Laborers, thieves, and robbers, and the elderly and frail, would not be as weak and vulnerable as wealthy women. Murder was not uncommon among criminals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips, not finding anyone he wanted in the study, went into the dining room. The dining room was large and full of long tables. Under the tables were piles of bones that had been thrown away by those who had finished eating. When MacPhilips entered the dining room, some of the people were still eating. The people who were sitting on the tables, grinding their rice with their hands on their backs, sweating, did not know that MacPhilips had entered, and were eating by themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips glanced around the dining room and saw the man he was looking for. The man he was looking for was sitting in the far corner of the dining room, eating his meal without revealing his face. MacPhilips walked toward the man without looking around. The man MacPhilips found was about 30 years old. He was happily picking at the potatoes, cabbage, and ham on a porcelain plate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe person who found Mephistopheles was wearing a blue dress and a white scarf around his neck. He had dark eyebrows and big eyes. His face was red and sweaty. Not only was his face red, but if you look closely, his neck and arms were also red. His nose was short and chubby, his mouth was big and his lips were thick. His body was very large, his bones showed that he was very big. His joints were big. His muscles were big and his arms were swollen and moving. He was the kind of person who could knock a cow over with his fist. When he ate, he sat up straight and looked straight ahead. While his mouth was full of food, he would place both hands on the table and chew his food. However, when he saw Mephistopheles, he stopped chewing and closed his mouth. He slowly put the hand holding the fork down on the table without making a sound. His face was pale and the chicken died.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMacPhilips sat down across the table from him. MacPhilips was shy and showed no sign of familiarity. However, MacPhilips knew with certainty that the person he was looking for was the man in front of him. The two were very dear comrades and friends. The man who was lying dead in front of MacPhilips was Jiponolin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGipson was with MacPherson in the farmers' strike. MacPherson was with him when MacPherson killed the secretary of the Farmers' Union. Gipson was working as a policeman in Dublin. However, Dublin Police Headquarters became suspicious of his connections with the Irish Communist Party, a revolutionary organization, and expelled Gipson from the police force. From that time on, Gipson, who had left the police force, became a member of the Revolutionary Organization and worked with MacPherson in the organization, becoming known as the \"Brother Warriors\" in the organization.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“What’s wrong, Jipo? What in the world are you two going through?” MacPherson began to speak. MacPherson’s large eyes were piercing into Jipo’s catlike eyes. MacPherson’s voice was human, but it was harsh and harsh, like the desperate cry of a young bird whose nest had been stolen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Have you given me the letters I asked you to give me? I haven't talked about my house since I left you and ran up the mountain last night. What's up? What are you doing, Gippo?\" MacPherson asked Gippo again, almost out of breath, before he could answer the first question.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJi Po's eyes blinked rapidly and his mouth moved slightly. But he didn't say anything. Then Ji Po wanted to speak but couldn't, so a loud, strangled sound came from his throat. He cut a potato into four pieces, stuck one in with a fork, and put it in his mouth. He chewed and spoke. It was as loud as thunder.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Where are you from, Frankie?\" he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Where I came from is none of your business, I don't have time to argue. I came to find you, to get news from you, to tell you the best news you know, first tell me, wait, have you given me the letters I asked you to give me? Let's eat later, answer me. Hey man... are you an animal, I'm running away from the police here. You didn't even miss a meal. Put down your fork, should I shoot you? I'm covered in blood. I came to you without risking my life, to hear the best news from you. Come on... tell me, answer me,\" MacPherson's anger flared up.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45547195891861,"sku":"","price":1350.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_85645843-c2f7-47a5-a930-f0e7ec9145d6.jpg?v=1730231136"},{"product_id":"မြဒေါင်းညို-အိုင်ယာလန်သူပုန်ဗုံးအဖွဲ့","title":"Mya Daung Nyo - Irish Rebel Bomb Squad","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Irish Rebellion\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Irish Rebellion of 1936 was a major turning point in British-Irish relations.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHad the Great European War of 1914-18 not ignited the world, the riots that began in Dublin, Ireland, in 1916 would have shaken the entire English Isles and the entire British Empire.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Irish Rebellion was a last-ditch attempt to reclaim the English from the oppressive powers that had held the entire Irish people captive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Irish independence movement has lasted for 700 years. It has seen ebbs and flows like the tides. The English and the Irish have always been at odds with each other. Sometimes they have tried to break away through bloodshed. Sometimes they have fought through legal means. Ireland has been under British rule for 700 years. It has not yet achieved true independence. It is still a superficial and superficial administration under the Dominion. As long as independence is not achieved, the struggle will not end.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Even if you die, it's fine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Don't be in the mood.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We will fight to the death, to the bone, to the skin\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Irish Patriotic Rebel President's gang has decided to step down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThus, the Irish independence movement was founded on the Sinn Féin movement. (Sinn Féin means “we” or “we of us”. It can also be called “We Irish”. The Burmese organization is said to have emerged from the “Sinn Féin” ideology. The basic ideology of the Sinn Féin sect was that the Irish must save Ireland. Ireland is for the Irish, and Ireland is “our land, our land, our home, our land” for the Irish).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSinn Féin was the only organization that would lead the Irish to rise up against the English yoke. Sinn Féin was founded by the Irish martyr Arthur Griffiths. Sinn Féin grew stronger, to the point where the old parties and sects had to give up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Sinn Féin rebellion began around 1902. It was intended to “overthrow” the new government of 1782 and establish a new one. Under the 1782 government, Ireland was a self-governing country. It had its own parliament. That parliament owed allegiance to the British monarch not as King of England, but as King of Ireland.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe founder of Sinn Féin, Arthur Griffith, created Sinn Féinism, following the principles of the great Hungarian exile leaders of Europe, such as Deus and Luss.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSinn Féin was first published in the Irish language in the 1860s, with the title \"The Model of Ireland\" by Griffiths. Initially, Sinn Féin was a partisan, a partisan, but it soon became ingrained in the hearts of the Irish people. Sinn Féin was criticized for being too liberal, too slow, too superficial, too boastful, too idealistic, and too chauvinistic. Sinn Féin, which boycotted the British Parliament without sending an Irish representative, and which undermined the British government in Ireland, was considered a swindler and a swindler who could not be supported. The new ideology that emerged was slow to rise, as is the tradition of all major world ideologies, until it “fell short”. The Sinn Fein uprising had “stood still”. The President’s rebels, who had begun the uprising with weapons, bloodshed, and violence, took control of the uprising, and the Sinn Fein ideology and the uprising became popular and respected by the people. From a life built on the sand with five or six people, he moved to the foundation of a castle built of steel on rock.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the 1918 Irish general election, Sinn Féin, which proposed a complete republican system, won a significant majority of seats. It was able to demonstrate its full will and won the election. It established a form of government that bore little resemblance to a republic. This led to the formation of a republican form of government. The party, which had been formed in 1913 under the leadership of Mr. John Redmond, a British sympathizer, split into two factions. One faction wanted complete separation from England and the other faction wanted to work with England. (The current Irish government, De Blare, is said to be a reflection of this faction rather than a British union.) On the secessionist side, the IRA (Irish Republican Army or Independence Army) emerged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen a third new group emerged. It was the IRB (Irish President's Blood Society). The IRB was a secret society that spread throughout the world. It was born from the Finnian bloodsuckers who had terrorized England many years earlier by planning to storm Chester Castle. The IRB's twin was the Clannag Society. It was an Irish society that flourished in the United States. Some of its members were high-ranking officials in the American government, the military, etc.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe IRA, the IRB, the IRB Clingnagel, etc., which were the secret arms of the Sinn Féin president, were nationalist forces. They were formed and worked together for the Irish independence struggle. However, after the First World War, the IRB became the \"headquarters\" of these nationalist forces.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs important as politics were in Ireland, the Irish-leaning quarters in England and abroad were as restless as in the “homeland”. They were agitated by the internal turmoil. In England, the Irish independence movement was growing in leaps and bounds. At that time, the Sinn Féin movement, which was camped in England, was being led by the Sinn Féin headquarters in Dublin. The Sinn Féin movement in England wanted complete independence from England. It was not because the Irish majority had voted to do so, but because of the “policy” that had been in place since the beginning.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyone can join Sinn Féin. It is said that the formation of Sinn Féin is very easy. This is not true. As usual, the application forms are checked, and the origin of the member is investigated and only when it is certain that he is a member is registered as a member. When registering, the member must swear: \"I will support the Irish Republic established by Sinn Féin in Ireland to the best of my ability, in body and mind. I will try to have that Republic recognized by the world.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45547195826325,"sku":"","price":1800.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_bae3d812-fefb-4c80-bbf3-641294f5ae90.jpg?v=1730231159"},{"product_id":"မြို့မဆရာဟိန်-ကျွန်ုပ်နှင့်မိုက်ကယ်ကောလင်း","title":"Myoma Teacher Hein - Me and Michael Collins","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe beginning of patriotism\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As every Irishman born in a small village knows, so I have seen, since I was a child, the poverty and hunger of our people under foreign rule.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe patriotism of the peasants living in the village of Brosna was very strong. The bailiffs often evicted villagers who could not pay their taxes, seized their household goods, and seized the cattle of the peasants. The villagers often retaliated against such injustices by boycotting and resisting. I remember a bailiff who came to the office to testify for a defendant and was surrounded by a cavalry called \"Scourges\". On one occasion, a girl was sentenced to prison for resisting the bailiff when the bailiff seized the goods of a farmer on whom she relied. On another occasion, a farmer was imprisoned for following the rules of the farmers' association, and his neighbors did not live well. They help each other by planting and harvesting crops for their children and wives.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe have seen a steady stream of people leaving our district township for other countries. I have personally witnessed young men and women leaving their parents and relatives with broken hearts and tears, and going to America to earn a living, and having to support themselves financially from different islands and countries. I too, like those young people, had to leave for America, and the events of our group at that time were vividly etched in my mind, like a photograph.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeaving Ireland did not make us love Ireland any more, but it did make us love it more. When we lived in Ireland, we thought of our country as a part of ourselves. It was as satisfying to look upon the beautiful scenery of Ireland as it was to look upon the faces of our parents. Yet we did not at first realize that our love for our country was so strong.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we were separated from our parents and relatives and arrived in another country, we remembered that the conditions there, no matter how cheerful, were not the place where we were born. There were no groups to socialize with. I had become bored and bored while looking at the sights I encountered every day while living in America. I imagined the places where I had run and enjoyed myself as a child. I felt ashamed to even speak the everyday words that I had used when I was in Ireland, but I never heard them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I reminisced about my childhood, breathing the cool breezes that swept through the green meadows of Ireland, fishing in the clear, cool lakes, and finding the birds nesting in the thickets, I longed to revisit my homeland. I recalled even the ancient, indescribable memories of the old house where I was born.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter spending two years in America, I happened to be in the midst of a St. Patrick's Day festival in the Isle of Man, and I joined in the festivities. I thought of the Irish people who had wandered from one country to another as if they were celebrating their own national festival, and from that day onward, my love for my country was awakened. This love for my country inspired me to return to Ireland.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwo years after his return to Ireland, he joined the \"Galilee,\" a society formed to promote the Irish language. Later, near the grave of a patriot named Woolton, he accepted the letter of the Irish Republican Brotherhood and became a patriot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn my return to Ireland I was greatly disappointed, as I did not know what our men were thinking about Irish independence. In fact, I was disappointed because I had only looked at the external situation and not considered the internal situation. I was enlightened by the various events that happened. When the great struggle for independence began, the Irish people did not hesitate. They rose up. I saw that the few Irish martyrs who had gone to Ireland were particularly disappointed, and I saw that thousands of Irish women, inspired by the sacrifices of their men, had given up their homes and lives to do their duty in the struggle. Irish men in America also gave generously to the cause of independence. However, when Michael Collins said, “I do not want much of the generous donations that your friends have sent me, but I would be more than satisfied if you would send me a thousand fighters,” only a small group of patriots were able to follow Michael Collins’s lead.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe exiled Irishmen were free to raise their national flags and sing patriotic songs in America. As I have already mentioned, I was pleased to see myself, as an Irishman, among foreigners, in the midst of a great crowd of foreigners. In America we were well-dressed, well-fed, and well-off. We had a taste of freedom. We were very happy to be able to raise our national flag and contribute whatever we could to Irish organizations. In Ireland, however, we were busy working all our time to make ends meet. We were proud of our country, our freedom, and our freedom from our own people. They could not join in the festivities that were held to commemorate it. Only a small group of people had time to reflect on the old cause of Irish independence. Even those people thought deeply about the sacrifices and struggles that had to be made for freedom.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was another reason why the Irish were so inactive in the affairs of the country. At that time, a group called the Irish Parliamentary Party, which had entered the Parliament formed by the English and was supported by them, was gaining power and ruling the country. The ideology of this group was to work in the face of the English in everything, and to destroy the dignity of the Irish people. The Irish people could no longer care about the independence of their country, and their representatives were only begging the English government for their own interests.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Irish people are almost without a homeland. After the dissolution of our Parliament in Dublin, the country's representatives went to the Lower House of Parliament in England. That\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45547185668245,"sku":"","price":4750.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_7ab08356-c732-421b-9efe-5ea28fa2b80c.jpg?v=1730231547"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-၀ံပုလွေများနှင့်ကခုန်သူ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Dances with Wolves","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e [1]\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Bo Damba couldn't swallow it all. That was the first word that came to his mind. Everything was so grand and magnificent and so beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe vast, cloudless sky, the rolling ocean, the rolling grassland. No matter where you look, you can't see anything else. There's no main road. There's no carriageway that can be used by four-wheeled carts. There's just a vast, open field.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis mind was lost in the scene, lost in thought. The whole scene had deeply affected his mind. His heart was even shaken by the deep emotion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe body of the great man sitting on the cart was rolling along with the prairie grass. His chest was moving a lot, as if it were being hit by a wave of excitement. However, his blood was still, calm and calm. His heart was full of joy. He could not express in words what he felt. His heart seemed to know. But he could not express it clearly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe was deeply attached to this beautiful, natural wilderness and everything in it, and his love was selfless, a kind of reverent love. It was a love that would last forever.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSitting next to him, Timmon turned his face to the side and spat on the waist-high grass. Damba thought this was the thousandth time he had ever spat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMost cart drivers have the habit of spitting frequently. The amount of saliva that comes out of their mouths is not small. It comes out in large quantities at a time. Demba didn't say anything to Tim Mon, who kept spitting all the way, but he was disgusted in his heart. In fact, spitting on his own was not something that could harm him. He got angry every time Tim Mon spat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey had been sitting together all morning. Although they were two feet apart, Demba, who was downwind, could smell the scent of Tin Mon. He couldn't stand the smell of Tin Mon. For almost thirty years, he had been breathing the scent of dead people. It wasn't as bad as the smell coming from Tin Mon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes when the wind changed, the smell of Tin Mon would not reach him. Sometimes when the wind was strong, the strong smell of Tin Mon would bother him. At such times, he would go and sit on the pile of provisions in the back of the cart. Sometimes, he would jump down from the cart into the tall grass and ride his horse, “Kisko,” which was tied to the tail of the cart, and would go out a mile or two ahead of the cart as a scout.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe turned from his seat and looked at his horse, Kisco. Kisco was following closely behind the cart. He was eating from a food pouch on his nose. The deerskin covering his body was glistening in the sunlight.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDamba looked at his horse and smiled. He thought that if horses lived as long as humans, it would be great. If he was lucky, he thought that Kisco would live another ten or twelve years. He had seen many horses. But to have a horse as good as Kisco was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If Kisco was gone, it would be very difficult to find a horse like him to take his place.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile Demba was watching, Kisco raised his head and stared at Demba. When he realized Demba was there, he calmly munched on the food in his food bag.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDamba sat back in his chair and pulled a folded piece of paper from his tunic pocket with one hand. He was uneasy about this order from the army. He had looked at this paper half a dozen times since he left Fort Hays. Every time he looked at it, he felt a pang of ecstasy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis name was misspelled in two places. The Major, who smelled of alcohol, signed the document. The ink from the pen dripped as he signed. However, the Major folded the document without letting the ink dry, and the entire document became blurry and jagged.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd the order was not dated, so he had to write the date himself when he got to the cart. However, he wrote it in pencil, and it didn't fit on the major's scribbled signature.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eColonel Damba looked at the order and sighed. This paper did not look like an order issued by the army, but rather like a piece of paper picked up from a trash can.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery time he looked back at this order, he thought back to how he had received it, and his mind was filled with unease. He couldn't help but remember the strange incident he had had with the major, who was reeking of alcohol.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEager to get to work immediately, he rushed to the headquarters office. When he arrived, he noticed that the major was the only one in the entire office. That evening, when he climbed into Tin Mon's horse-drawn carriage and sat next to Tin Mon, the major was the only one in the office.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he met him, the major stared at him for a long time with red eyes. When he finally spoke, the major's tone was the same as mine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha... a great warrior who will fight the Indians, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUntil then, General Dambar had never seen a single Indian, let alone fought against them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ho..ho.. I haven't fought yet. I can fight if I feel like it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Well... Hmm... Hmm... A great fighter, I guess.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMajor Damba said nothing, the two men looked at each other for a long time. Then the major wrote the order. He was writing in such a rage that he didn't even wipe the sweat dripping from his ears, and even noticed that his hair was greasy and stuck to his bald head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Major paused from his writing when he started to cough and quickly emptied the phlegm from his throat into the dirty spittoon on the table. Colonel Damba was disappointed to see the Major working. He wanted to get the matter done and leave the room quickly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eColonel Dambar recalled the situation when he had first entered. As he entered the office, he saw Major Fambrough sitting calmly at his desk. The Major had folded his hands in front of him. He looked as if he had forgotten his entire life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, his life was a life of powerlessness. It was a life of solitude for many years. It was a life of struggle with a bottle of alcohol all the time. Being so alone in a very remote, very remote place was like a waste of life for him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe major wrote the order and immediately handed it to Colonel Damba.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I have assigned you to Fort Savage. Go and report to Captain Cargill as soon as possible.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Bo Damba looked down at the dirty paper that had fallen into his hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, Major. How do I get there?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Do you think I'll let you go without telling you?\" the major asked sharply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No, Major, I'm asking because I don't know.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Major leaned back in his chair. He put both hands on his pants and smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I have a good time, so I must grant you a privilege. A large wagon is leaving for that area. Find a wagon driver named Tin Mon, and go with him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMajor Fambrough pointed to the paper in Colonel Dambar's hand and added, \"My signature will keep you safe in a hundred and fifty miles of the heretics' territory.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eColonel Damba, who had known the tricks of the front-line officers since he had been in the army, did not think twice about the major's words. He saluted the major, replied, \"Yes, Major,\" and hurried out. He immediately went in search of Tim Mon. As soon as he found him, he took his horse, Kisco, and left the Hayes Fort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe had now set out, having traveled a hundred miles. At this point, he looked at his orders again and thought, \"Everything will be fine.\" He noticed that the cart had slowed down. He saw Tin Mon, who was nearby, looking down into the tall grass.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Look over there... do you see?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey saw a white object about 20 feet away from the cart. The two of them jumped out of the cart and went to look.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was a human skull and skeleton. The skull had large, bulging eyes staring up at the sky. Bo Damba knelt down beside the skeleton. Grass sprouted from between the ribs. Many arrows were also stuck between the ribs. Damba pulled out an arrow and looked carefully.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat evening, it rained heavily. It was the kind of rain that comes with a storm in the summer. But it wasn't as wet and muggy as it usually is in other months. The two travelers slept comfortably under the tarpaulin of the wagon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fourth day passed without any unusual events, just like the previous days. The fifth and sixth days were the same. Bo Damba was sad because he did not see any wild buffalo. He did not see a single one of the buffalo he wanted to see so much. Tim Mon said that large herds of wild buffalo sometimes disappeared like this. He also said that he did not want to worry because he did not see them for the time being. He also said that when wild buffalo appeared, they were so numerous that they would not even want to look.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey had not seen any Indians on the way there. In this case, Tim Mon did not explain why.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the seventh day, Bo Damba was no longer interested in anything that Tim Mon said. He could hear nothing at all. During the last part of the journey, Bo Damba was only anxious to reach his assigned camp as soon as possible.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCaptain Cargill was staring at the sky. A flash of light entered his consciousness. Another one was gone, he thought, and he cursed inwardly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCaptain Cargill looked around the walls of the camp, which were very damp and gloomy, with a very sad heart. There was nothing to see in it. In fact, he thought that the camp house where he lived was no different from a death row in a prison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Should we call this a camp?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought. It had been over a month since everyone had been using the word \"camp,\" and hadn't he himself shamelessly used the word in front of his subordinates?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe sat alone in the camp, listening. It was quiet outside. Under normal circumstances, one would hear the sounds of people working outside, each with their own responsibilities. But now, he had not had any work for several days. He himself could do nothing about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eScarily quiet.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550653210773,"sku":"","price":7200.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_17d06c21-ce39-4b75-a6fd-1e6b62299ef9.jpg?v=1730235315"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-၀င်္ကဘာ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Labyrinth","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This is the first entry in Leslie Steele's diary:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDear Diary.. This morning I met the man I was going to marry. The paragraph is simple and straightforward. It is the kind of writing that hopes for only good things to happen. There are no signs of the events that will follow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeslie Steele was not interested in astrology. However, that morning he happened to be flipping through the Lexington Herald-Leader newspaper and came across Zoltaier's horoscope analysis in the astronomy section. His statement was...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeo (July 23 to August 22): The New Moon will brighten your love life. Your luck will be high for the month from this month's full moon to the next. Be interested in an exciting event that will happen in your life. Your lucky sign is Aquarius. Today will be a happy and memorable day for you. Prepare to enjoy it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat should we prepare for in order to enjoy happiness? Leslie frowned and thought. What's the point of today? It's just like any other day. Fortune telling is useless. It doesn't mean anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeslie Stewart is the head of public relations and advertising for the Bailey \u0026amp; Tomkin Kentucky Company in Lexington. He has three meetings scheduled for that afternoon. The first is with the Kentucky Fertilizer Company. The company's officials \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eare very interested in Leslie's new venture.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey especially liked the opening line of the ad. It said, \"If you want to smell the roses...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second meeting he had to attend this afternoon was a meeting of the breeders and ranchers, and the third was with the Lexington Coal Company. What then was meant by the phrase \"a happy and memorable day?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn her early twenties, with a slender body, Leslie Steele was a sight to behold, with a body that was both attractive and captivating. Her hair was long, soft, and golden. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling. One of Leslie's friends once remarked, \"You are so beautiful, and if you had brains, you would own the world.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeslie Steele is a beautiful woman, her IQ is 170. The rest is left to nature. However, her looks seem to be of no use to her. Men try to approach her, but it seems that few make a real effort.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeslie is the only woman in the office at Bailey \u0026amp; Tomkin, a firm of fifteen men, except for two female secretaries. Less than a week after joining the company, she discovers that her intelligence is superior to that of the men. Leslie uses this discovery to make her keep a safe distance from them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt the first job, two of his colleagues, Jim Bailey and Al Tomkin, took his blood pressure. Jim Bailey was in his forties and soft-spoken. He was stocky and overweight. Al Tomkin was about ten years younger than Bailey. Whenever they met, they would tell Leslie to sleep with them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeslie was able to stop them with a very simple statement: “If you say that again, I’ll be fired.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWith that, their wish came true. Leslie Steele was a very valuable employee, so they knew that they couldn't let Leslie go, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e During his first week on the job, Leslie told his colleagues a funny story over afternoon coffee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Three men met a fairy one day. The fairy said that she would grant them any wish they had. The first man said, \"I want to be twenty-five percent more beautiful than the others.\" The fairy blinked. The man said, \"Ha... I feel like I'm getting better.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe second man said, \"I want fifty percent more than the others.\" The monster immediately blinked. The man then muttered, \"That's amazing. I know things I didn't know before.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The third man wants to be a hundred percent better,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Then the monster blinked. The man turned into a woman.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Leslie looked expectantly at the men who were listening to her story. They were all looking around at Leslie's face, but no one laughed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fortune teller's prediction of a happy day began at eleven o'clock that morning. Jim Bailey entered Leslie's small office.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “We have a new client,” Jim Bailey said. “I want you to take charge of him.” “Okay,” Leslie replied. “What’s the matter?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"This is not a matter of what, but of who. Have you ever heard of a man named Oliver Russell?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEveryone has heard of Oliver Russell. He is a lawyer and a candidate for governor of the state. Don't you see his face on posters all over Kentucky? He is famous for his brilliant legal work, and although he is only thirty-five years old, he is the most desirable young man in the state for the young ladies.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis face and voice are constantly heard on the famous television stations in Lexington. His voice is also heard on the famous radio stations in the area. He is a most attractive and handsome man, and is reputed to have slept with most of the famous women in Lexington.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... I heard, what should we do for him?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"We have to help him become the governor of Kentucky, and now he's here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e A few minutes later, Oliver Russell arrived. He looked even more attractive than he looked in his photos.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen he was introduced to Leslie, she greeted him with a warm smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've heard a lot about you, and I'm very happy to hear that you're going to be involved in my case.\"\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550660026517,"sku":"","price":8100.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_9a7dba5b-1763-4290-b468-2f1d240d3859.jpg?v=1730235346"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ကင်နရီရိုး","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Canary Row","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLee Chong's grocery store is not a standard store in terms of cleanliness, but it is a store that can be said to be a miracle in terms of the variety of products. His store is small and cramped. It is always full of customers. However, in the only room of the store, you can find everything you need to live and be happy. Clothing, food (from fresh meat and fish to canned fish), all kinds of alcohol and beverages, all kinds of tobacco, fishing equipment, all kinds of machinery, boats, ropes (for boats, motorboats, ships, and household ropes), hats, and hams.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou can buy flip-flops at Lee Chong's grocery store. You can buy silk kimonos. You can buy a single shot of whiskey. You can buy a single cigar. You can choose whatever you want and buy as much as you want. There is only one thing you cannot buy at Lee Chong's store:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe grocery store opens at dawn. At night, the last person to come in would buy a ten-cent coin worth of goods and then close the store. It wasn't because Lee Chong was greedy. He wasn't greedy. But he was just being ready for someone who wanted to spend money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHis position among the people in this neighborhood was a great surprise even to him. For years, everyone in Canary Wharf had been his confidant. He owed money to everyone. He did not force his customers to pay him. However, when the debt became too great, he stopped paying them. Then he would walk up the hill and go home without having to beg. His customers would come to him and pay him what they owed. Or try to pay him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLee had a round face and was very polite. He was friendly and easygoing. He could speak English fluently without any accent. When Chinese gangs were fighting each other in California, Lee noticed that the price of his head was rising. Then he quietly went to San Francisco and stayed in the hospital until the incident was over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow did Lee spend his money? No one knows. He probably did. His wealth was only recorded on the books. In any case, he lived modestly and was treated with respect by his neighbors. He trusted his customers completely until he was no longer trustworthy. Sometimes Lee made mistakes in his business and lost money. In those cases, when he had no other choice, he would look for the positive and calm down.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the grocery store, Lee Chong's seat is behind the tobacco counter. The money box is on his left and the Chinese abacus is on his right. In front of him, a glass cabinet holds a variety of cigars and cigarettes. On the shelves behind him, a variety of whiskeys, both fine and cheap, are lined up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLee Chong never stood between the whiskey counter and the shop without a good reason. Some shoppers wanted to buy goods from other parts of the store. When asked about it, Lee never got up and sold. He had his cousins, nephews, sons, and daughters-in-law ready to serve the customers' desires throughout the store. He never left the tobacco counter, and the top of the glass cabinet where the cigarettes were kept was his desk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLi Chung always rested his big, chubby hands on the glass of the wardrobe. His big, chubby fingers were never still. They were always moving like sausages. The stone ring on his left ring finger was constantly rubbing against the rubber plate on the glass, and over time, the rubber plate became scratched and pitted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLi's mouth is slightly open. Every time he smiles, his gold teeth shine brightly. He wears glasses that are both near and far. He usually looks at everything through these glasses, but when he wants to see far away, he tilts his head back a little. When calculating the profits and losses of his business, he uses his ever-shaking fingers to push and count the abacus on a Chinese abacus. His brown eyes wander around the store, showing off their golden teeth when they see customers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne evening he stood in his seat (he had spread out some newspapers to keep his feet warm) and thought back with both joy and sorrow over a transaction that had been completed that afternoon and an event that had occurred since that transaction had been completed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLeaving Lee Chong's grocery store, you cross a patch of grassy land and pass over old rusty pipes from canning factories, where you will find a footpath through thickets of bushes. Follow this path, past a cypress tree, and across the railway tracks, to a long, low-roofed building. The building has been used as a warehouse for fish meal for many years.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe building was a one-room store. The owner was Horace Abbeville. Horace had two wives and six children. Over the past several years, he had bought all the necessary goods from Lee Chung on credit, with a twist of coaxing and a twist of pleading, and had become the richest grocer in Monterey.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat afternoon, Horace arrived at the grocery store with a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at Lee's stern face with a hesitant expression. Lee was tapping the rubber band with his finger as he walked. Horace placed his palms on the tobacco counter and said, \"I think I owe you a lot.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe gold teeth in Li's mouth flashed. He recognized in his heart that this was different from the words he had heard about the dragon before. He nodded with a calm expression and listened to the next round of words.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHoss licked his dry lips. \"I don't want to see my kids hanging around in front of the store anymore,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You're not selling them any candy or gum anymore, are you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLi Chong's face admitted that Ho Sen's words were true. \"The debt is too much,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You know the building I own across the street, right? It's where the fishmeal is stored,\" Horace asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Li Chong nodded. Isn't the fish powder in that building his property?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If I give you the land, can I pay off the debt I owe?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLee Dong’s head tilted back a little. He stared at Horace for a moment. His right fingers moved the Chinese abacus back and forth. He calculated the value of the dilapidated building and the land. He also took into account the land price that would increase if a canning factory expanded. When he finished calculating, the word “Rapley” came out of his mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Okay. Then I'll cancel the debt. I'll give you the contract to sell the land.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No need to be a scoundrel\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey struck up a deal. Lee offered Horace a drink. Horace then said goodbye to Lee and left the shop. He crossed the road, past the cypress trees, followed the sidewalk, and entered his building. He stood on a pile of fishmeal and shot himself dead. Although he had no involvement in the incident, Horace's children (by whatever wife they were) were no longer able to eat sweets and gum easily and in large quantities.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat evening, Horace's body was embalmed and placed on a makeshift bier. His wife and he sat together on the steps of the house, hugging each other. (They remained close until Horace's body was buried, but when the matter was over, they separated the children and never spoke to each other again.)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLi stood behind the cigarette cabinet, his brown eyes calm. He felt a kind of Chinese sorrow in his heart. He knew that there was nothing he could do about this. But he felt sorry for himself, thinking that if he had known the truth of the situation earlier, there might have been a way to help Houzhen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, Lee understood that a person's right to commit suicide was not something that could be forbid or destroyed by strangers. However, sometimes a good friend could help prevent it. Now it was too late. He could only help in whatever way he could. He had already arranged to help with the burial of Hoshen's body. He had also sent a basket with food and drink for the family he had left behind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow Lee owned the Abbeville building of Hoshens, and the building, which had only two windows and a door, had a good roof and floor. It was filled with a pile of fishmeal, and it smelled musty. Lee considered whether the building would be a good place to store his groceries or a warehouse. He immediately dismissed the second idea. It seemed too far from his shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs he was pondering this problem, the door to the shop opened and Mack came in. Mack was a middle-aged man. He was neither married nor wealthy, and he was the leader and exploiter of a group of people who were content with whatever they had, unable to afford anything except food and drink.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMack is a strong and energetic young man, with Hazel, Laida, and Eddie, the bartender at the shop. He lives among the rusting iron pipes on the plot near Lee's shop, along with a small group of people, including Hughie and Jones, who occasionally catch frogs and cats and sell them to the Westin Biology Laboratory. They live among the pipes during wet weather, but in fine weather they take shelter in the shade of the cypress tree at the top of the plot. At such times, they stretch out their legs under the shade of the tree and enjoy the lively activity of the canary.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLee Chong stiffened when he saw Mac come in. He followed Mac into the store, one by one, with Eddie, Hazel, Hughie, and Jones among the crowd, making sure to check the merchandise inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mack stood in front of Lee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Here... Lee, me and Eddie, and all of us. I heard you bought the Abbeville property, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Lee nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550789394581,"sku":"","price":1980.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_e3e4f52a-69c6-4136-b40b-4e949628cfe1.jpg?v=1730235378"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ကင်မီလီ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Kim Millie","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is not easy to become fluent in a language without spending a lot of time studying it. In the same way, I believe it is impossible to create characters that are well-defined and come to life without spending a long time studying the personalities and characteristics of people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm not experienced enough to create an interesting character with my own imagination, so I'm content to just retell everything as I know it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have one apology to make to the reader. I must admit that the story I am about to tell is a true account of a true event. All the people who took part in this story, except the main character, are still alive today. The eyewitnesses who helped me to find the information to tell this story are also to be found in Paris. If you say that you do not believe what I have told you, you can call all the witnesses and prove it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI cannot thank you enough for the circumstances that created the opportunity for me to recount this event in detail. I must be grateful. If that circumstance had not arisen, I would not have been able to present this entire event in such a comprehensive manner that it would have immediately caught the attention of the public.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis is how I came to know of this event. On March 12, 1844, I saw a large yellow sign in Lafitte Street advertising an auction of household furniture and curiosities. It stated that the property was being sold after the death of the owner. The name of the owner was not given, but the auction was to be held at No. 9, De Anting Street, on March 16, from 12 noon to 5 p.m. As the advertisement stated, the property and the house were open to the public for viewing on March 13 and 14.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs someone who is interested in unusual items, I decided that this event was something I couldn't miss. Even if I didn't buy anything, I could still observe the interesting sights that come up at this event.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next day, I arrived at No. 9, De An Tin Street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDespite the early hour, a large crowd of men and women had already arrived. The women were dressed in their finest and most expensive clothes. Their own luxurious carriages were parked at the front door, waiting to welcome their mistresses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust by looking at this situation, it is clear that these women are from the upper class, but the women are so surprised and amazed that they cannot even pretend to be wealthy, as they stare at the objects before their eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI also carefully studied the utensils and utensils. Only then did I see the reason why the women were so surprised. Only then did I realize the true situation I was in, inside the home of a prostitute.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf there is one thing that the upper class women want to see and do. (All the women gathered here today are upper class.) It is the homes of the women who ride alongside their carriages every day, who walk shoulder to shoulder with them, who buy their equal seats in the theaters, who compete with them in the streets of Paris for beauty, who compete with them in jewelry and gold, who compete with them in shameless debauchery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe owner of this house has passed away, and the ladies who are on her property have the right to enter her bedroom. Death has already cleansed the air of this house, which is filled with unpleasant odors, and the ladies are now curious.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey have a lot of information to back up their claims. If someone asks, they will say, “We are here to see the items for sale, we don’t even know who the owner is.” They have seen the ad. They have read it. They want to know if it is true or not. They want to see the items before the sale date and choose the ones they want. That’s why they come here and look at them like this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCould there be any more natural words than these?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, the women in the middle of the beauty products are eager to learn more about the events behind the curtain of this upper-class, wealthy lady who owns the house. They have heard a few things about her through rumors. If they only heard more details, they would learn very strange and legendary stories. They think that there is no need to doubt her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUnfortunately, the interesting stories of the mysterious and mysterious people have disappeared with the ghost. No matter how hard they tried, they only see the items they sell after the ghost dies. They will never know what items the ghost sold while it was still alive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, there are many valuable things that are worth buying. Look at the furniture. It is magnificent. The tables, wardrobes, and cat houses made of very beautiful and valuable wood are exquisitely crafted and have a unique design. The Chinese porcelain vases are of various shapes and sizes, beautiful, elegant, and unique. The carpets, tablecloths, and curtains that are laid out are not the kind that the average person can afford. No matter where they are, they are not cheap. All of them are extremely valuable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI followed the dignified ladies and wandered from room to room. At one point, they entered a room surrounded by expensive Persian curtains. They all immediately left. I met them as they entered and exited. They all began to smile. As they entered this room, they began to express their own feelings of shame, embarrassment, and fear. Their indifferent expressions made me more interested in this room. The room was a dressing room. The cosmetics she had arranged in her place and were not a few, but of various kinds. Just by looking at these items, one could immediately recognize the wastefulness of the woman who had just passed away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a large table against one wall of the room. The table was about three feet wide and six feet long. The cosmetics and beauty products on it were dazzling in the light. The collection was so vast that it was almost astonishing. This kind of woman would not need so many of these things, which were not gold or silver. It was impossible for a single lover to have bought them all at once. Each lover had bought them as he pleased and gave them to her as gifts, and it seemed that the collection had gradually grown into this collection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is not shameful to look into the dressing room of a high-class prostitute. So I took each item and examined it carefully, feeling satisfied. Each item was engraved with the initials and marks of the givers. There may be some reason behind each item that could be considered shameful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI thought to myself, \"God has mercy on this woman. Is it right for God to abandon Lucy, who is sinking into a life of great sorrow and misery, without doing anything to save her?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, Lucy found out that she had a child. For Lucy, having a child was a great joy.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It was a good thing. Because of this, he forgot all the troubles he had experienced earlier. It's amazing how the human mind finds its own way to find solace.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLucy ran to her mother to give her the good news. It was indeed a shame to talk about such matters. However, we are not talking about bad things that can cause happiness. We are just telling the truth. There is one thing. It is best to talk about such matters in private, with those closest to us. That way, we will be safe from people who want to criticize and scold us without knowing the truth of the situation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn any case, Lucy's daughter told her mother about the embarrassing matter. The mother's attitude towards Lucy's affairs was clear. Lucy's mother said that their son and mother's life was a life that could be lived comfortably for two people. It would not be enough for three people. Such a child who would be born without a father was not worth anything at all. Raising such a child would only be a waste of valuable time. Therefore, she said that she could not raise this child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next day, a midwife who was a friend of her mother's came to examine Lucy. Lucy could not leave the house for a few days and lay in bed. Later, she began to walk around as before. But it was different. Her skin was paler than before. Her body was also more frail and weak than before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter about three months, a man took pity on Lucy and tried to nurse her back to health. It was no use. The final blow was so severe that Lucy died from it. Her grandmother, however, is still alive today. How long will she live? Only God knows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I looked at the silverware, my mind wandered to an incident that had happened to me once. I spent a long time thinking about this incident. There were no other guests in the room. It was just the steward and I. The steward stood at the door, watching me intently. He seemed worried that I might miss something.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI approached the guard, who was looking for me in distress, and asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Here, sir, do you know the name of the person who lived in this house before?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Madame Margaret Gautier\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I know her name. I've seen the person too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What, is Margaret Gauthier dead?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I muttered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, sir,\" the guard replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"When did it end?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I think I lost it three years ago.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"So wait, why are you showing these rooms like this?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“The lenders are trying to get a better price. If people can see the item in advance, they might be interested. And as you know, the item can entice people to buy it, right?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \" \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo, I'm in debt to Margaret Gauthier, right?\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm posting it as appropriate, sir.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “But will the money from selling these items be enough?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “There will be more than enough to pay off the debt.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Who gets the extra money?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"He will get it from his relatives.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Is it because he has relatives?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It seems so”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe guard seemed to have cleared his suspicions of me due to my observation. He respectfully greeted me as I left the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Isn't his condition pitiful?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the way home, I spoke to myself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"His death will be a sad one, because he was surrounded by friends who were only around when he was healthy.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I thought about Margaret Gauthier's fate and felt sorry for her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany people will think I am being foolish if they hear me say this. To be honest, I have an immense amount of compassion for women like Margaret Gauthier. I don't think I need to apologize for such compassion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day I went to the Paris police headquarters to get a passport. At that time, on a street near the police headquarters, I saw a girl being led away by two policemen, one on each side. I did not know why she was being arrested. All I knew was that she was kissing and hugging a one-month-old baby and crying. I was so sad to think that the police had taken her away from her. Since that day, I have never had the courage to look down on a woman, even if I had only seen her once.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550787821717,"sku":"","price":6480.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_c843e566-ec7f-4704-82fd-8daae6b8e762.jpg?v=1730235425"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ချစ်ကြွေးမပြေ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Love is not enough","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e( \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/span\u003e )\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA few years ago, a Russian man of noble birth and traditional ideas named “Kirill Petrovich Troekurov” lived on his estate. His wealth, good lineage, and good connections made him a very prominent figure in the area where his lands and estates were located. As a result, his neighbors treated him with great respect. He could not help but laugh at the slightest joke. The local government officials trembled at the mere mention of his name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKirill Petrovich considered these courtesies to be something he deserved and deserved, and he was very happy about it. His house was always full of guests. The guests often took part in the entertainments that the royal elite enjoyed. However, the parties he organized were not only very rough, but sometimes very wild.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo one dared to refuse an invitation from him. In the village of Pokrovskoye, where he lived, even on special occasions, the villagers did not dare to go to him without paying him homage. Kirill Petrovich's married life was also devoid of any civility. His habits were so strong that they were full of flaws. He was very self-willed. Since childhood, he had been accustomed to luxury, so when he wanted something, he would indulge it without thinking about it seriously. He also had a habit of wanting to experience it without hesitation, when his mind was not yet full, he had a habit of wanting to experience it without hesitation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBecause of his unique body structure, he had a habit of overeating three or four days a week. He also had a habit of drinking heavily and getting drunk every night. He had several dormitories in his mansion, and in one of them, sixteen female servants were kept. They were given the task of embroidery and sewing. All the windows of the dormitory were barred with wooden bars. The entrance and exit doors were always locked. He himself kept the keys to the doors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt set times, the girls were allowed to walk in the garden in the courtyard, supervised by two older women. Kirill Petrovich would occasionally find husbands for these girls. He would find new men to replace the few girls who were given away as they were married off.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is harsh in his dealings with the farmers on his land and the servants in his house. He is often domineering. He acts without mercy. However, all the people under him respect and love him. They are proud of the wealth and fame of their landowner. They rely on the protection of their lord with great power. They tend to do what they want, even without caring about the people around them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKirill Petrovich's main activities were hunting in the vicinity of his farms, entertaining people, and physically teasing his acquaintances. In fact, he was not only a prankster who would tease his acquaintances, but also his old friends and acquaintances. He was a well-planned prankster who would hurt them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was only one person who did not follow her and made an exception. That person was Andrei Gavrilovich Dubrovsky. Dubrovsky was a retired officer of the security forces and Kirill Petrovich's closest neighbor. Dubrovsky was a landowner who owned only seventy serfs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, Kirila Petrovich was a very proud man. He was also arrogant. He did not care much for people of the highest rank. However, he treated Dubrovsky, who was inferior to him in financial wealth, with the utmost respect. There was reason enough for such treatment. After all, Kirila Petrovich and Dubrovsky had once been comrades-in-arms, had they not worked together?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKirill Petrovich knew his friend Dubrovsky very well. Dubrovsky was a man of strong character, but very violent. The two, separated by time and circumstances, met again after many years. During their separation, Dubrovsky's business went bankrupt and his situation deteriorated. He had to return to his village, where he had landed. Kirill Petrovich, hearing this news, felt sorry for his friend. He told Dubrovsky that he would help him as much as he could, and that he could come and live on his land at any time. Dubrovsky thanked his friend for his offer, but did not accept the help.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA few years later, Kirill Petrovich, having retired from the army and returning to his homeland as a retired general, met again. From that time on, not a day passed without the two of them meeting. Kirill Petrovich, who never visited anyone's house, always visited his friend Dubrovsky's house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are the same age. They were born into the same class and grew up in the same environment. In some places, they have the same temperament and likes. In some places, they have the same fate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBoth had married out of love. Soon after their marriage, their wives died one after the other. Each had one child. Dubrovsky's son had gone to Petersburg to study, and Kirila Petrovich's daughter was living with her father. Seeing their common interests, Kirila Petrovich often said to Dubrovsky, \"Dubrovsky... when your son Volodya comes of age, I will marry him to my daughter Masha. He may be as poor as a mouse in the churchyard. I am ready to marry him.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"No, Kirill Petrovich,\" Dubrovsky would say, shaking his head every time he heard that. \"My son Volodya is not worthy of Masha. A poor man like him would do best to marry a poor girl like her. It would be better for him to marry a poor woman and become the head of a family than to be the steward of a beautiful woman who has been spoiled by her desires since childhood.\" Almost everyone was jealous of the friendship that existed between the arrogant Kirill Petrovich and his poor neighbor, Dubrovsky. They were also surprised. They were especially surprised when they saw Dubrovsky's bold speech.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSometimes, sitting at Kirila Petrovich's table with the other guests, Dubrovsky would boldly express his views that differed from Kirila Petrovich's.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eUsually, no one dared to speak against Kirila Petrovich. Kirila Petrovich himself did not tolerate any opinions that differed from his. If anyone did, he would treat them rudely and harshly. Therefore, everyone looked at him and spoke according to his own taste. Dubrovsky was not like that; he spoke according to Kirila Petrovich's taste. He did not care whether he had the same or different opinions with Kirila Petrovich. He did not care whether Kirila Petrovich liked it or not, but spoke freely and boldly, as he felt it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, only Dubrovsky dared to do such a thing. Kirill Petrovich and Dubrovsky remained calm. They did not react to each other's conflict, but an unexpected event occurred that changed everything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne early autumn day, Kirill Petrovich was preparing for a hunting trip. The day before he set out, he ordered his grooms and hunters to be ready by five o'clock the next morning. A canvas tent and cooking utensils had already been sent to the place where he had planned to have dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe night before the hunt, the hosts and guests went to the kennels. There were about five hundred dogs in all, and they were all different types of hunting dogs. The dogs were very healthy thanks to the generous feeding of their owner, Kirill Petrovich. There was also a small “dog hospital” for dogs that were not well. The veterinarian Timoshka was responsible for the health of the dogs. The kennel had a separate ward for the bitches who were giving birth and their puppies. In this ward, you could see many puppies nursing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKirill Petrovich is very proud of the kennel he has built. He boasts to his visitors. Almost every visitor who comes here has seen this kennel and listened to the owner's boasting at least twenty times.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow Kirill Petrovich, along with the visitors, Doctor Timoshka and the dog handlers, were inspecting the dog hospital. He stopped in front of some of the kennels and checked the health of the dogs. When he came across dogs he liked, he would clap his hands and whistle, and he would make a fuss. He spoke in a sweet, calm voice. All the visitors, as usual, were amazed at what they had seen in the dog hospital, which they had seen before, and they liked Kirill Petrovich's. They did strange things and spoke of his praise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the group of guests, Dubrovsky was the only one who kept his mouth shut and frowned. Hunting was Dubrovsky's favorite pastime. However, he was not a wealthy man and could not afford to keep many hunting dogs. He could only keep two guide dogs and a pair of hunting dogs. Therefore, he could not help but feel jealous when he saw the dogs and the kennels that were so beautiful that he could not help but feel jealous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's wrong, my friend? Why are you so gloomy?\" Kirill Petrovich asked. \"What...? My own people don't like my kennel?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Your kennels are first-class, what can I dislike?\" Dubrovsky replied dryly. \"Even your servants know that your dogs do not live in the same conditions.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHearing this, one of the dog keepers was indignant. “We are not dissatisfied with this,” he said. “We are grateful to God and our master for this. I think many gentlemen would be happy if they could exchange their houses for our dog kennels. That way, they would be well fed and warm.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eKirila Petrovich, hearing his pupil's words, burst out laughing. When he laughed, the guests laughed too. Of course, they all knew that the dog-keeper's joke had hurt them all. But they laughed at Kirila Petrovich's whim. Doubrovsky neither laughed nor smiled, nor said a word.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, a dog keeper brought in a litter of newborn puppies and showed them to Kirill Petrovich. Kirill Petrovich was so absorbed in the puppies that he forgot what had happened earlier. He chose two of the puppies that he liked best and ordered the rest to be killed by drowning. At this moment, Dubrovsky disappeared from the guests. No one noticed him leaving.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550780776597,"sku":"","price":4500.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_68092c97-17e9-4459-9413-ad9997229b57.jpg?v=1730235450"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ချစ်မျက်ရည်ဘယ်ခါစဲလေလိမ့်","title":"Maung Tun Thu - When will the tears of love stop?","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I decided to write this book, a thought immediately came to my mind. “Where should I start writing about myself?” There are many places I could start. I wonder if I should start writing about a brief moment when I was at the peak of my success.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, I was a leading actress in Hollywood. It was the day that three of my films were opening at the same time on New York City's famous Broadway. I attended the opening ceremony myself. That day, as the leading actress in the films, I was escorted to the stage by world-famous actors Gary Cooper and Maurice Malia. At that time, I was earning $3,500 just by working part-time in the afternoon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, that time was a very longing, attachment, and cherished time for me. I think that if it started from that moment, it would be very special.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut I still have some good stories to start with. In fact, I can't even begin with a very scary story. I can. At that time, I was standing by an open window. For many years behind me, I was tormented by the terrible disease of alcoholism that I had to deal with and the way my life had been reduced to a low point. At that time, I was thinking about jumping from this window, eleven stories high, to the platform below. If I had started with that story, would it have been too dramatic? Or would it have been too tragic?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOr maybe I should start with the time when I was thirty-four years old. At that time, I had just been released from a psychiatric hospital. I was released from the hospital to start a new life in the outside world. But if I start my story with the time when I was thirty-four, there are circumstances that might be difficult for some people to understand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShouldn't I, as my husband, advise, be more circumspect in my description of my life? In fact, we all depend heavily on the environment that surrounds us. It is the hidden pressures and influences within that environment that shape us into the people we are and the characteristics we possess.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"If you're going to talk about yourself, there's only one way to do it,\" Batt said. \"Tell it in order, just as it happened.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So, when I talk about myself, I'll just have to tell it like he suggested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This is how I am...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ex\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e          \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ex\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e          \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ex\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I never owned my life. My life was planned out before I was even born.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy parents are very passionate about theater. So, it's no exaggeration to say that I was waiting in line to get in at the front of the theater when I was in my mother's womb. My mother loves theater. She's always in the theater. And she's a big believer in the idea that the intense desires and thoughts of a mother carrying a child in her womb can have an impact on the fetus.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother was a person who spent her time watching famous actors and actresses of her time, such as \"Everton Ngwe, Nora Berries, and Sara Bansat,\" laughing when they laughed and crying when they cried. She was a person who felt happy while watching the play, thinking that the child in her womb would also share her happiness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother wanted me to be a singer. Because she had a singer who she admired so much and who she almost worshipped. That singer was none other than Lillian Russell, who was very famous in our time. My mother was very fond of her. When I was born on December 13, 1910, she immediately named me Lillian Russell.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father had a vision for my future. He wanted me to be a very successful “actress.” My father, Arthur Stein, was born in Russia, but he came to my mother’s hometown of Boston when he was four years old.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father is a handsome man. He has a cheerful personality and doesn't take anything too seriously. He has the ability to attract the other person to be his friend. He often tells me that when he was sixteen, he participated in a play called \"The Other Side's Bad Boy\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother often blamed my father for not trying harder to become an actor. She would often joke about my father's voice. My father's voice was not very good. But when a friend of mine who played the accordion asked me to sing, he would go along. He and his friend would go to the Boston Harbor and sing. Then the passengers on the boat would jump off the boat and throw money at them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my father was courting my mother, they would sometimes go out together. When would that stop? My mother would blame him for the incident of singing at the docks. My father would often tell my mother that he was “just giving me a hard time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother sighed as she told me these things. “Just as Juliet got her lover Romeo, I got my lover Arthur. But I think my mother would be more miserable than Juliet.” But if you really think about it, my mother doesn’t seem to be taking this matter too seriously. Because she wants to make more money because of this, and if she makes more money, she’ll have to go to more plays for my mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father, Arthur, was twenty-four years old when he first met my mother, Katie Silvermint. At that time, he worked in his father's store during the day and went to the theater at night to see plays, and while doing so, he and my mother met by chance. They were married shortly after they met in person.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have often wondered why my father and mother were so fond of performing. I have never been able to find a satisfactory answer. My mother is a strong woman. But she is also vulnerable. When it comes to criticism, my mother is very brave and forthright. She often calls outstanding people in the world of acting geniuses. She also says that they are people chosen by God for this job. When I was old enough to understand, my mother used to say,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I remember when my daughter was little, my mother would take her to see plays with really amazing actors and actresses. Even talented artists have something to offer people. If they had nothing to offer, how could they go on stage and make people laugh and cry?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd my mother has a good voice when she sings. She has a calm and pleasant voice. But her voice is very high. She can't shout much. About that, my mother used to say, \"My voice is only this high, Lily. But my heart is so much. Everything that I have in my heart, I have given to my daughter.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyway, my father is a man of one religion. He is always satisfied with acting. Even when he sings a song, he holds his left hand on his chest where his heart is and stretches his right hand straight out in front of him. His expression is as if he is pleading with the world, which is so cruel and unsympathetic. Tears are also flowing down his cheeks.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI haven't forgotten. The room across the living room was my bedroom. I would jump up and down on the bed in that room while listening to my father's songs. In fact, it was my father who taught me to sing. He taught me songs by heart so that I could sing them. And then, because I was shy, he would ask me to sing in front of his friends who would come over on Sundays.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyway, when I really look at it, the stage is my life. The life of my sister Ann, who was born two and a half years after me, was also, as far as I can remember, a stage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne and I are not very different in temperament. No matter how miserable or upset I am, my father never refuses to ask me to sing in front of guests. He would always say, “Lillian is very clever, and she takes great care of me. Now, stand up, my daughter. Sing a song for me.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnne is not like that. When asked to come, she is afraid and refuses. Sometimes her father will coax her. Sometimes he will be impatient and will force her to come with a scolding, a scolding, a scolding, a scolding, a scolding. No matter what, Anne will not accept it. She cannot be forced at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was very quiet when I was little. I was often alone. Sometimes my father would feel sorry for me. “My daughter Lily is so quiet, so cold, baby. Let her know what she’s thinking,” he would say. Then my mother would pick me up and hold me in her arms. And she would say, “Oh... Arthur... she’s just a child. What can she think?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, I thought a lot and felt a lot. Looking back, my childhood was dominated by fear and loneliness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm always afraid of doing something my mother doesn't like. She loves me. There's no doubt about it. But the problem is that she wants the best and the most flawless in everything. That's why I'm always afraid of doing something she doesn't like.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother is as quick-witted as she is quick-witted. She doesn't hesitate to give me a quick kiss or a quick slap on the cheek when I don't feel like it. My mother has only one goal in mind for my life. For her, the theater is the most important door for her daughter, Lily. If there are any obstacles on the way to that door, she doesn't hesitate to remove them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs for my loneliness, it's hard to explain. Why am I lonely? I don't know. I always feel like I'm missing something. I can't say what it is. In my mind, I always think that every child is prettier, cuter, and more lovable than me. I don't like myself at all. Later, I found that alcohol helped me escape from people I didn't like.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ex\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e          \u003c\/span\u003ex\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e          \u003c\/span\u003ex\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In 1916, our family moved to New York City. Our apartment was on 43rd Street, between 9th and 10th Streets. My father, Arthur, had always dreamed of becoming a millionaire. Now\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550777073813,"sku":"","price":6300.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/2_68f2522c-4edf-4854-b0f3-111da24bf1ed.jpg?v=1730235479"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ချစ်သွေးဟုန်","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Love of Blood","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e[\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e2\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e]\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe one who ran into the front of the shop was a girl of about nineteen years old. Her dark hair was flowing down her shoulders. She stretched out her arms in front of her. Seeing Sannin, the girl ran towards Sannin and grabbed his hand with hers, pulling him closer. “Come quickly, come quickly, save him,” she muttered in a breathless voice.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuddenly surprised and excited, Sanin did not immediately follow the girl's lead. He stood there motionless. He had never seen such a stunning and amazing beauty in his life. The girl did not notice Sanin's expression, who was staring at her with a deadpan expression. \"Come, hurry up and follow me,\" she only called out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe girl's worried tone, the girl's frightened expression, the girl's trembling hands, the girl's pale cheeks, all of these things suddenly became apparent to the king, and without further thought or hesitation, he rushed in through the open door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the room where Sanin entered, a boy of about fourteen years old was lying on an old-fashioned horsehair sofa. His face was very similar to the girl's. Sanin immediately guessed that it must be the girl's brother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe boy's face was as white as wax. His eyes were closed. His dark hair was loose and hung over his eyebrows. His face was wrinkled and his teeth were clenched. His whole body was stiff and motionless, as if he were breathing. One hand hung down to the floor, the other was above his head. He was wearing a jacket that was buttoned up. His tie was tied tightly around his neck. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe girl was pulling Sanin and shouting, “Do it, he’s dying. Do it quickly.” “He was just talking to me a minute ago. He suddenly fell down and became so motionless, we can’t do anything to him. Do it, my mother is going out too. Pantaleon, Pantaleon, what are we going to do? Call a doctor!” The girl, who was blazing with heat, shouted in Italian, “Aren’t you going to call a doctor?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I won’t go myself, Reina*, I’ll send Lucy,” a thin old man standing at the door answered via voicemail. As soon as he answered, the old man, dressed in a purple frock coat with black buttons, knee-length canvas trousers, and blue double-breasted socks, entered the room on tiptoe. His long, strong, gray hair made it difficult to see his face. With the curls of hair falling to the back and sides, his pointed nose, and his yellow eyes, the old man looked like a very feathered chicken.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I can't run, Reena. Lucy will get to the doctor quickly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The old man continued in Italian.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I brought water.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e One of the old man's hands was holding a long-necked water bottle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“But Emily will die before the doctor arrives. What will we do?” the girl muttered. She stretched out her arms to the side and said, “Help me, can’t you do something for her?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “It’s like a stroke, it’s just a bloodbath,” commented the old man, whom the girl called Pantaleon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSanin was not a man with much experience in medical treatment. However, there was one thing he understood for sure: It was extremely rare for a fourteen-year-old boy to have a stroke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"She must have fainted. A stroke is not possible.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Sanin said to Pantaleon.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Is there a spinning wheel?\" the old man looked up with a surprised look on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wheel...wheel,\" Sanin said at first in German. \"Wheel,\" he added, pointing to his coat with a smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Finally, the old man understood what Sanin was saying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Eh...oh, what can I do without it? It's there.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hurry up and get him, we'll have to take off his shirt and give him a full body rub.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Good, but wouldn't it be better if we poured water on his head?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"No way, I'll bet later, just go get the bike, hurry up\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePantaleon threw the water bottle from his hand on the floor and ran out of the room. A moment later he returned with a headless pig and a clothed pig. Behind him ran a little dog. The little dog, wagging its tail, looked at the old man. It even looked up at the girl and the sergeant. It seemed to want to know what you were doing, what you were doing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSanin took off the fallen young man's coat. He also unbuttoned his shirt collar. He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the boy's chest and arms with a pig's hairbrush. Pantaleon took his own and rubbed the boy's legs with the pig's hairbrush. The girl sat down on her knees by the sofa and looked at her brother's face without blinking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile busy with a spinning wheel, Sanin glanced sideways at the girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh my... oh my, what a cute girl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550748401813,"sku":"","price":2430.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_7fc41834-ffbf-4a1a-8347-7c4f9b31adb6.jpg?v=1730235514"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ချစ်သောမာယာ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - My Dear Maya","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSergeant\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e, Andrei Petrovich Grinyak, who served under the Grand Duke \"Minister\" in his youth, retired in 1791 with the rank of temporary major.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe then settled back on his estate in Saint-Bas. During this time, he married Abya Vasyevna, the daughter of a wealthy man in the region who had fallen from poverty to wealth, and they had nine children.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy brothers and sisters had all died in infancy, so it could be said that my parents had no children. However, while I was still in my mother's womb, I was enrolled as a sergeant in the Seminovsky regiment by Prince B., a major in the army, with whom we had no close relations. If my mother had given birth to a daughter at that time, my father would have had to report that the sergeant he had enrolled had died. In that case, the matter would have ended there.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe education system in our time was different from that of today. When I was five years old, I was entrusted to the care of a horseman, “Savilich.” Since Savvilich was sober and calm, my father promoted me to a teacher. When I was twelve, I learned to read and write in my own language from Savvilich.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen my father hired a French tutor for me, named “Monsieur Yagry.” He was a tutor sent from Moscow. It was agreed that he would provide me with free wine and olive oil for the whole year. The only person who did not like his arrival was my young teacher Savelich.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, Monsieur Biagiotti was a hairdresser in his own country. He then served in the Prussian army and later traveled to Russia to work as a teacher. In fact, he did not even clearly understand the meaning of the word teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is a cheerful person. However, he is not calm. He is easy-going. His biggest weakness is his promiscuity. Moreover, (to use his usual catchphrase) he is “not an enemy of the bottle.” In other words, if he has a glass of alcohol in his mouth, he will stop drinking until he is too drunk to stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, in our house, where wine is usually drunk only with dinner, Monsieur Biagi is very limited.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, he soon became familiar with Russian beverages, and not only did he overcome the difficulties he faced, but he also came to love Russian beverages more than his own country's wines.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He even came to believe that Russian alcohol was more effective in aiding digestion than other alcohols.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe and I became close almost immediately. He was responsible for teaching me French and German, as well as other necessary subjects, but I found that he was only interested in learning a little Russian from me. In any case, we were content with each other, doing our jobs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, fate soon separated me from him. It turned out -\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In our house there was a stone-cutter named \"Palatshakha\" and a chubby washerman and a woman named \"Akukha\" who had one eye and was responsible for tending the cows.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day, they knelt at my mother's feet and begged for forgiveness for the wrong they had done in ignorance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They also complained that it was Monsieur Biagi who had taken advantage of their inexperience and had made them commit the crime. The mother, who was always very serious about such matters, became furious.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI immediately complained to my father. My father did not hesitate for a second and immediately sent someone to call the French teacher to take action. When he found out that the French teacher was teaching me a lesson and was not busy, my father himself came to my room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe found the French teacher sleeping awkwardly on the bed in the room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that time I was doing my own work. In my room I had a large map of the world that I had ordered from Moscow for my own use.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat map had been hanging on the wall for a long time, useless. The size of the paper was large and the paper was good, so I had been looking at it for a long time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Today, while Teacher Biaggi was sleeping, I took advantage of the opportunity to remove that large map from the wall and make a kite.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen my father came into the room, I was already gluing a piece of the map with \"Cape Tate Good Hope\" as a tail to the bottom of the kite.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father gave me a quick tug on my ear as a token of appreciation for my geography practice and then passed on to the French teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father woke up the French teacher by pushing and shoving him. He also scolded him non-stop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The French teacher tried to get up. But he couldn't. Unfortunately, my teacher was so drunk that he couldn't even stand up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was only one appropriate punishment for my teacher's crimes. My father grabbed the teacher by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out of the room, and that very day he threw him out of the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy old teacher, Savelich, was immensely happy about this. Thus my education came to an end.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e From that moment on, I stopped studying anything and became a freelancer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen time is spent with texting, time is wasted with jumping frogs with peers on the property.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In this way, I reached the age of sixteen. At that time, my life underwent a change.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne autumn day, my mother was sitting in the living room, stewing strawberries in honey. I stood by, watching the strawberries bubble up, my mouth watering, and I licked my lips frequently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father was sitting near the window, reading the large book \"The Royal Gazette,\" which came to us regularly every year.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I have always been aware of the great influence this book had on my father.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhenever I read this book, my father gets emotional. He gets angry and confused. It's when he becomes sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother, who knew my father's manners and habits almost by heart, would hide this book where my father would not find it. That's why my father would not see it for months. However, sometimes, when he did find it by mistake, he would not put it down for hours.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day, my father, who was reading the royal chronicles, was very agitated. His shoulders were hunched over. His mouth was filled with sounds, and he was muttering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He glanced at my mother.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"How old is your son, Petrusha?\" he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What are you doing? He's already sixteen,\" my mother replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It's good that he's sixteen,” my father said. It was time for him to join the army. My mother was so upset at the thought of being separated from me that she dropped the spoon in her hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTears were streaming down my cheeks. I didn't feel the same way as my mother. I was happy when I heard what my father said. When I thought about going into the military, I imagined a life of freedom in Petersburg.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father immediately arranged my affairs. He also set the date for my departure. One evening before my departure, he asked me to bring an inkwell and an inkpot.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He also said that he would write a letter to someone who would become his superior in the future.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Don’t forget to write a note of gratitude and remembrance to the prince,” said the mother. “And also write that I hope that you will help and take care of my son Petrusha as much as you can.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “What are you talking about?” my father asked, frowning. “Why should I write to the prince?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Do you think I'll send Petrusha to Petersburg? What will he gain by serving in Petersburg? But he'll waste it, that's all he'll learn. He'll have to carry a knapsack in a real army. He'll have to smell the gunpowder. He'll have to live like a real soldier. He won't be a man dressed in a brand-new uniform and pretending to be a gentleman. I'll have him join the security service. Now... Now, where's his passport book?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother immediately took my passport book out of the box and handed it to my father with trembling hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My father put the book on the table in front of him and picked up a letter. I was very curious to know what he was writing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe said he wouldn't send me to Petersburg. So where would he send me? Finally, my father finished the manuscript.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He put the letter and passport book in an envelope and sealed it from the outside. He took off his glasses and called me over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Rob, here's a letter. This letter is for Andrei Karlovich. He's a colleague and friend of mine. You're to go to Orenburg and serve under him, do you understand what I'm saying?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e All my hopes for the future of my life\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550768423061,"sku":"","price":3600.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_a49862ad-f26f-48ac-af1d-6c60b85b0178.jpg?v=1730235570"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ဂျော့ဝါရှင်တန်ကာဗာသို့ပါရမီရှင်","title":"Maung Tun Thu - George Washington Cover (or) Paramishin","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGeorge Washington Cover or Genius\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe band arrived on a very windy night. Moses Carver began to hear the sound of their hooves. He knew immediately that they were masked bandits. This band had been roaming the Missouri countryside during the winter months throughout the Civil War. They would often raid livestock and capture slaves wherever they went. They would take the slaves they captured and sell them at exorbitant prices.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNot too long ago. A few weeks ago, this group of people raided his farm here once. At that time, right under his wife's eyes, they tied his hands together with wire and hung him from a tree.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Where are your black people?” they asked him. They beat him with whips. They burned his feet with fire. But Moses Carver never revealed the only slave he had. At that time, his slave girl, Mary, was hiding in a cave with her children. She did not tell them, so they did not go to see Mary. Now they were here again. It was a night in the bitter winter of 1862.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Run to the cave\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Kava, stroking his still-healed legs, ran out of the house into the darkness, shouting to his wife. The horsemen had not yet reached his yard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA thought entered his mind. He must have Mary hide. He flung open the door of the adjoining parlor and entered. Mary stood by the fireplace, trembling. Her little daughter, Melissa, stood there, pulling at the hem of her nightgown. Her little son, Jin, was fast asleep on the bed. He was holding his youngest son in his arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, everyone, get out of the room quickly, run and hide somewhere safe.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Kava shouted.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Those guys will be here soon.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He picked up Jin from the bed and ran back to the door. \"Take the two children, follow me,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, Mary did not follow the cover, the little boy in her arms had been coughing and sick since birth. If she went outside like this, her son would catch a cold and die. She had to have a blanket for her son. She ran to the corner of the room to get a blanket.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that moment, masked men burst into the room and snatched the baby from Mary's arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe thugs tied Mary's hands with ropes, dragged her outside, and put her on the horse. She was shivering and cold, and begged, \"Please give my children something to wear.\" But no one took any action. In a moment, the horses were on the dark road outside the courtyard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Forgive the disciple, Father.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Kava whispered.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They've captured Mary.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Standing nearby was his wife, Susan Carver, who was crying as she held Mary's son, Jim.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMoses Carver was always against slavery. Unlike other farmers, he did not keep any slaves on his farm. The couple had lived together for many years. Later, his wife was so anxious to find him a companion that she bought Mary from a neighbor for seven hundred dollars. They had been happily married for six years. All that time, he had been haunted by the thought of buying her. He had always wondered if he had done the right thing. But now she had been taken. If he could never get her back, he would never be able to live with the guilt of his innocence for the rest of his life.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next morning, Moses Carver rode out to the village of Diamond Grove, the nearest to his farm, in search of a man named John Bentley. According to rumors, Bentley had once been a gang member, a bad guy, and a bad horseman. He thought it would be a good idea to ask Mary to go after the kidnappers. Carver found the man he was looking for outside a store.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“These men have taken Mary and the two children,” he told Bentley. “If you can find them, I will find them, and I will give you money to ransom Mary and them. And take my best horse, “Pesa,” and bring it with you. If you can bring Mary and Pasa back, I will give you forty acres of forest land.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat afternoon, Bentley and his horse set off for the mountains. Carver, along with his wife Susan and Mary's young son Jim, were eagerly awaiting Bentley's return.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSix days later, on a very cold day, with heavy rain, Bentley returned. Carver's racehorse, Pacer, was following Bentley's horse. He was not accompanied. He had returned alone. But when he arrived at the house, he took out a package from under his coat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I just got this, I don't know if I'm alive or dead,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Susan let out a startled cry and took the dirty, tattered work from Bentley's hands. It was Mary's youngest child. Her lips were blue. She looked like a newborn baby dying in the nest.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSusan carried the baby in her arms and quickly fed him milk. She sat by the stove to keep the baby warm. Mozek brought the milk, adding a little sugar to it. Susan poured it into the baby's mouth with a small spoon. At first, the milk ran down the baby's chin. Then, with a loud cry, he swallowed the milk.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's okay, it's life.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Susan muttered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Bentley stared at the baby making a loud noise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't want to take the forty acres of land you gave me as soon as I bring this child back.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“You did the best you could, and you can take my horse, Pacer,” said Moses. Bentley nodded. He seemed satisfied. Then he told how he had followed them. The bad guys had entered the mountainous state of Arkansas. They had crossed over to the Mississippi. He said he thought they would sell Mary and her daughter along the Mississippi River.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Where did you get this child?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Kava asked.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They gave it to the women of Conway for free, but this child is worthless. Where will they take it?\" replied Bentley.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550745616533,"sku":"","price":2025.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_ae26f7c8-930c-45bb-bccd-e968a2525daa.jpg?v=1730235601"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-စစ်နှင့်အနိဌာရုံ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - War and Death","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMaung Tun Thu - War and Death\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn May 4, 1877, I arrived in Kishinev. Within half an hour of my arrival, the 56th Brigade passed through the city. I had come here to join a regiment and go to the battlefield. So, at four o'clock in the morning on May 7, I was standing with other soldiers on the street outside the lodgings of the commander of the 222nd, Skarobelsky Infantry Regiment, Colonel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI am wearing a greatcoat with red shoulder patches and blue badges. I have a helmet with a blue badge on my head and a backpack on my back. I have ammo pouches attached to my waist belt and I am holding a very heavy rifle in one hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe regimental band was playing the marching song. I could see the colored flags being carried from the colonel's room. Suddenly, a voice shouted an order. The soldiers raised their guns and saluted. Then I heard a terrible noise. I could also hear the colonel shouting orders. His orders were followed by the battalion and company commanders, and the officers of the army. The things that happened because of these orders were very complicated. I could only see the movement of the greatcoats. I could also hear the rhythmic marching footsteps accompanied by the music of the band.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI tried to keep pace with my comrade. The knapsack on my back pulled me back, but the bullets on my belt pulled me forward. The rifle slung over my shoulder was often unwieldy. The greatcoat collar rubbed against my neck, making it uncomfortable. There were few unpleasant minor disturbances, but the sound of the marching band, the orderly march of the company, the fresh morning air, the jingling of bayonets and the sun-browned faces, all of which were sure to strengthen a man’s spirit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEven though it was early in the morning, people were already standing outside their houses in droves. Some hadn't even changed their clothes. They were looking out of the windows. We were marching along the straight road. We passed the market. In the middle of the market, the Moldavians were already arriving with their big ox carts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe road we were on went up the hill and passed by the town cemetery. The morning was cold. The snow was falling. The trees in the cemetery were hazy in the mist. If you looked outside, you could see the tombs. We were passing by the cemetery on our right. I thought the cemetery was looking at us in an incomprehensible way. I thought it was saying, “You... why do you want to die in a foreign country, thousands of miles away, when you can die here? Why don’t you want to rest and rest when you can die here in peace and have your bodies rest under my wooden crosses and stone slabs? Stay here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut we do not. A mysterious and incomprehensible force is pulling us. This force is infinitely greater than any force that is absent in human life. If we were individuals, we would go home separately. If we were in a crowd, we would just keep going. This is not because of a sense of respect for order. It is not because of a lack of understanding of a specific issue. It is not because of hatred for an unknown enemy. It is not because of fear of punishment. But, as I said earlier, it is because of a mysterious and unknowable force. This force is the force that leads humanity to the great massacres. It is the primary force behind all the suffering and suffering of humanity.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the other side of the cemetery, there was a very wide and deep valley, hidden in the mist. It was raining heavily. The clouds were drifting here and there in the sky. The sunlight was breaking through the scattered clouds. The raindrops that fell at an angle were silver in the sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe mist was clinging to the green slopes of the valley and slowly rising. If you looked through the mist, you could see the battalions marching ahead of us. Every now and then you could see the gleaming bayonets. You could see the guns, which shone like stars as they came into the sunlight. Sometimes the clouds would thicken and the darkness would cover us. The rain was still heavy. After we had been marching for an hour, I noticed that raindrops were falling on my back.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first day of the march was not very far. We had to march to the village of Gorny, which was only eighteen versts from Kishinev. But I was not used to traveling with heavy loads weighing from twenty to twenty-five pounds, so I could not sit down immediately when I arrived at the small cottage where we were camped. I stood leaning against the wall for ten minutes, my backpack on my back, my rifle in hand. A soldier who had gone into the kitchen to get dinner saw my condition and took pity on me. So he came back and brought me dinner too. But by the time he came back, I was already asleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI woke up at four in the morning. I was awakened by the sound of the “wake-up call.” Five minutes later, I was walking along the muddy, muddy path under the pouring rain. A figure with a brown leather backpack was moving in front of me. I could hear the rattle of the rifle slung over his shoulder and the canister slung over his shoulder. There were many figures moving on either side of me and behind me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor the first few days I didn’t know anyone very well. The 222nd Infantry Regiment was the regiment I was assigned to. The men in this regiment were mostly peasants from the Vyatka and Kostroma regions. They had round faces, high cheekbones, and a swarthy complexion from the cold. Their eyes were narrow, and their hair and beard were a light reddish brown. I remembered some of their names, but I didn’t know what tribe they came from. After about two weeks I vaguely recognized the two men who were closest to me. One was the man who walked alongside me. The other was the man next to the soldier in the rear, whom I always saw in front of me. I called them “Fyodorov and Zahidov.” But I often got them wrong by name. In fact, they didn’t look much alike. I'm calling at the wrong number because I don't look like a match.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFyodorov was a corporal. He was small in stature, but his body was rather stout. He was a young man of about twenty-two. He was neither short nor tall, had a beautiful nose, a moustache, and blue eyes. When the officers gave the order to sing a marching song, he would lead the song. When the chorus came, the whole company would join in, so the voices were loud.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFyodorov was a native of the Vladimir province. He came to St. Petersburg as a child. But the \"pleasures\" of the capital could not spoil him. He was taught to be a good man. Among all the things he was taught was to read newspapers and to use polite words and expressions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Mr. Ivanov, as you know,” he said to me. “Compared to Uncle Zahidov, I am, in fact, more rational. Because I have been influenced by the influence of St. Petersburg. There is culture in St. Petersburg. In their village there is only ignorance and rudeness. But he is older, has he not gone through many twists and turns of fate and changes of circumstances? So, if you say that he has more experience, you can say that. That is why I do not want to shout at him, hiss, scold him, or yell at him. I am a corporal in the company, but I am twenty-two years old, and he is forty.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe man he spoke of, Uncle Zahidov, was a big, strong man, with a rather evil face, a strong man. He was dark-skinned, with high cheekbones and narrow eyes. He never smiled. He never spoke. He was a very quiet man. He had previously earned his living as a carpenter. When our army was formed, he had been on indefinite leave. He had only a few months left before he was finally allowed to leave the army. But when the war suddenly broke out, Zahidov left his wife and five young children at home and returned to the army.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe is always gloomy, but he has his children. He is compassionate. He is also very strong. It is amazing how I have mistaken these two people, who are so different from each other. But within the first few days, they both look the same to me. Both are pale and seem to be suffering from severe cold. And both show signs of extreme fatigue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe rains have been falling regularly every day in the first half of May. We are still marching without stopping. The clay is thick.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550744469653,"sku":"","price":1350.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_121732dd-5050-49bc-8c78-ab057ee3d343.jpg?v=1730235651"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-စာရေးသူနှင့်စာရေးခြင်း","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Writer and Writing","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e(\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1899 - 1961)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBurmese readers are well aware of Ernest Hemingway. He is well known because many of his novels have been translated into Burmese. In addition, most of his novels have been made into films, so anyone who has watched them carefully will recognize his name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHemingway was the son of a doctor in Illinois, but had only a high school education. He was a keen fisherman and hunter from a young age. He developed a habit of writing concisely and concisely from his time working at a newspaper.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLater, when he wrote short stories and novels, he kept them short. However, his writings are said to be very rich. Many American literary enthusiasts of this era began to imitate his writing style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e 27811 The Sun Also Rises (1926), A Farewell To Arms (1929), For Whom The Bell Tolls (1940), The Old Man \u0026amp; The Sea (1951) are his most notable works.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHemingway also wrote many short stories. Although his writings were often very stilted, literary scholars say he had the ability to convey his message in a way that was both captivating and entertaining. This “Meeting Hemingway” not only explores his literary views, but also his thoughts on writing style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. Do you give your novel a title while you are writing it?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Far. . . “No. I write down the names after I finish a novel or a book. Sometimes there are about a hundred names. I discard the ones I don’t like. Sometimes I discard all the names.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. When you reject, do you even reject names that come from novels? For example, \"Hills Like White Elephants.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar.. I threw it away. The name came later. I went to Prunia and had a snack before lunch when I met a young woman. I knew that this girl had had a miscarriage. I went to her and talked to her. I didn't mention the miscarriage. But on the way home I thought about the story. I even forgot to eat lunch. That afternoon I spent writing the novel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. So when you're not writing, you're researching and finding useful information to write about.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar.. Sure. If a writer stops looking and exploring, his life is gone. But he should not study with knowledge and understanding. He should not study with the idea of ​​how what he is studying will be useful. That may be true at first. Later, everything he sees and knows becomes a big collection of objects that are specific to him. If only...if only knowledge is useful, then I always try to write with the iceberg as a basis.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery part of my answer is like an iceberg. Seven out of eight are underwater. If you take something out that you already know, it doesn't matter. It's like making the iceberg bigger. What's important is the part that isn't shown. If an author leaves something out because he doesn't know, you have a hole in your story.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLook at \"The Old Man and the Sea.\" It's a book that's probably over a thousand pages long. It's got every story in it. How they live, how they're born, how they're educated, how they have children, and so on. If you could tell it all, any other writer would have written a great novel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere are limits to what you can write. Anything you write with pleasure limits you. That's why I'm trying to create a different style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFirst, I try to remove everything that is unnecessary for the reader. So that after reading the text, the events in the text become part of their experience. They accept it as it really is. It is very difficult to do that. I have to work very hard to do that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyway, I was incredibly lucky in eliminating the unnecessary. I was able to give the full experience that I wanted to give. The luck is that I had a good person and a good friend. Later, writers who have come up recently forget that such things exist.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe ocean is like a person. It's a valuable thing to write about. So I'm lucky in that regard. I met a big-fishing ship captain. I got to know him and his fishing business. But I put that aside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI once saw a pod of whales in the water. There must have been more than fifty of them. I once caught one with a harpoon. It was almost sixty feet long. And then it escaped. I threw those away too. I threw away all the stories I knew from the fishing village. What I was telling was what was happening and what was being done on the bottom of the iceberg.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. Archibald McLeish once told me about your method of conveying experiences to readers. He said that when you were writing about baseball games in the heyday of the Kansas City Star, you wrote about them. The writing was simple. You described the experience in detail and gave a very intimate account of the actual game. He said that this method allowed the reader to experience the entire game in his own mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar. . I can't say that's true. I \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e've never written a baseball article for the 'Star.' Archie seems to be missing the point. What he remembers seems to be what I was trying to study in Chicago around 1920. At that time I was looking for things in the players that people didn't notice that made people feel.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were all sorts of things, like a player taking off his gloves and throwing them back without looking back. The sound of the soles of the players' sneakers squeaking... and the pale skin of Jack Blackburn as he came out of training. He was drawing and noting them like an artist sketching.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBlackburn's strange skin tone, shaved beard, and old wounds from a razor are things that can stir people's minds before they know anything about him or his history.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Q. Have you ever written about a situation that you had no experience or knowledge of yourself?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Way.. \"That's a strange question.\" What do you mean by \"I don't have any personal experience or knowledge?\" Do you mean that you mean knowledge of sensual pleasures? If so, I would have to answer that I have written about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA writer is good, if he is good, he does not express it. He \"invents.\" Or \"makes\" it out of personal knowledge or from a multitude of non-personal knowledge. Sometimes the wisdom and knowledge that cannot be expressed comes from forgotten ethnic or family experiences.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWho taught a pigeon to fly? Where does a bull get its courage for battle? Who gave a hunting dog its keen nose?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. How do you distance yourself from your experience before you can turn it into a novel? For example, tell us about the African atmosphere and gestures you were involved in?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Go.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar.. It's based on experience. The first part that you see is not connected from the beginning. It's separate. The second part is very connected. I don't think there is a rule about how a writer should write about it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe work of writing depends on how it fits and adapts to the individual's experience. It also depends on their creative abilities.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor a seasoned writer, being inside a burning airplane is valuable. He can learn a lot of important things very quickly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Whether those things are useful to him or not will depend on what he survives and what remains.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eQ. To what extent do you think a writer should be involved in the political and social issues of his or her time?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFar. Everyone has a sense of right and wrong as their own property. There should be no rules or regulations about how that sense should work. For a writer who is interested in politics, if he thinks his work should be sustainable, he should not consider politics as his own.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550743290005,"sku":"","price":1080.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_9ae0c2b2-690f-4afe-ab34-3367609a00bb.jpg?v=1730235687"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-စိတ်ထား၀တိံ","title":"Maung Tun Thu - My Heart is Broken","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChapter (1)\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA servant among servants\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I was born a slave on a large plantation in Franklin County, Virginia.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know the exact place and date of my birth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI will just say that I am a person who was born somewhere at some point.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I was old enough to ask questions, I learned that I was born in 1858 or 1859, near a post office called Aylfors, at a crossroads.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know the month and day of birth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e What I remember now is a large farm and a row of slave houses within it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The slave quarters are attached to the large plantation and have huts where the slaves live.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy life began in the midst of an extremely depressing environment, filled with the most heartbreaking suffering.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Saying such things is not cruel to the slave owners who own me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompared to other slave owners, my slave owners are not bad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The hut where I was born was a single log cabin, measuring only fourteen by sixteen feet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI lived in that tent with my mother, my brother, and my sister until the Civil War ended and all of us slaves were declared free from slavery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know anything about my parents' traditional lineage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDuring my time living in the slave quarters, I heard whispers among the black people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They are talking about how slaves were mistreated on ships brought from Africa to America.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmong the things they said were stories about my maternal grandparents being abused.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I've been researching my family's lineage, but I haven't found anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Apart from my mother, I knew absolutely nothing about my mother's ancestry.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs far as I remember, my mother had a cousin and a cousin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That's all I knew. In fact, no one studied or documented the history of black families during the time of slavery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e No one was interested in doing that.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs far as I know, my mother was bought out because she and I were taken in by the slave owner who owned them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I don't know anything about my father, I don't even know his name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAccording to rumors, my father was a white man who lived on a farm near the large farm where we lived.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhoever he is... from what I've heard, he's not interested in me. He hasn't helped me with a single penny of my support. But I don't blame him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, he was seen as an unfortunate victim of the system that was being adopted by the entire nation at that time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The log cabin is not only used as a living space for our family, but also as a kitchen for the farm. | My mother is the cook for the farm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur tent has no glass windows. There are holes on either side, and those holes don't just let in light. They also let in cold air all winter long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was an entrance to the log cabin. The entrance door, although it was called a door, was not really a door. Not only was it hanging down from its hinges, but there was also a large hole in the door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The log cabin was so narrow that it was an uncomfortable place to sit.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is a square hole near the bottom right corner of the tent, which is called the \"cat's entrance.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is about fifty-six inches wide and is designed so that cats can enter and exit throughout the night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, every house in Virginia had a cat hole in it. I couldn't understand why ours had a cat hole in it, especially when it was full of holes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur tent has no wooden floor. We use the ground as a floor. | In the middle of the tent, there is a large, deep hole covered with planks on the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e That big hole is where sweet potatoes are stored during the winter.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remember that big hole for a reason. While I was putting in and taking out the sweet potatoes, I would get one or two sweet potatoes. Whenever I got them, I would roast them and eat them. Every time I ate them, they were so delicious that I could never forget them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe didn't have a separate stove for cooking on our farm. My mother, who had to cook for the white people and the slaves, had to cook in the middle of the hut using pots and pans.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Living in a makeshift tent is not comfortable.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn winter, our family suffers severely from the cold.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In the summer, people suffer severe heat from cooking on the stove.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy early life, spent in that small log cabin, was no different from the lives of thousands of other slaves. During the day, my mother was so busy with work and chores that she could barely pay attention to my brothers and sisters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy mother often takes care of us during the early morning hours before she has to do her chores.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When his day's work is done and he arrives at night, he takes care of it to the best of his ability.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere is one thing that sticks in my mind. It is nothing else. One night, my mother cooked a chicken very late at night and fed it to us when we woke up.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI don't know where or how the mother got that chicken. However, I assume that it was a chicken brought from the owners' chicken farm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome people would call this act theft. If I had seen this act in such a time as this, I would have accused it of theft and condemned it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyway... At that time, I knew very well why my mother did this, but I couldn't think of her as a thief. If they said that my mother was a thief and was guilty, I wouldn't accept it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In reality, my mother was just a victim of slavery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs far as I remember\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Emancipation from slavery decree\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Until it came out, our family didn't have a warm bed to sleep in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My three children, my brother John, my sister Amanda, and I, had to sleep on a ragged straw mat spread on the ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo be more precise, we slept on straw mats, covered in very dirty rags.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When I became an adult, some people asked me what sports I played when I was younger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo be honest... I had never played any sport until that question was asked. There was never a time in my life when I was passionate about playing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was young, I spent my time doing something every day. Now that I'm an adult, I often think that if I had had more time to play when I was young, I could have been a more useful person to society.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was a slave, I wasn't old enough to do much work. However, I didn't spend all my time working.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEvery day, I am overwhelmed with the work of carrying garbage in the yard, delivering drinking water to the workers in the yard, and going to the factory, so I have no free time. I go to the factory once a week to deliver wheat to be ground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe factory was about three miles from our farm. I dreaded the work of going to the factory. On the day I went to the factory, I had to carry heavy sacks of wheat and put them on the back of a horse. When I was loading, I had to be very careful to keep the weight on both sides.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo matter how carefully you load them, when you set off on a journey, the bags of wheat on the horse's back tend to shift due to the horse's movements.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Then, the bags of wheat, whose weight was uneven on both sides, would slide off the horse's back. When the bags of wheat fell, I would fall too.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf the sacks of wheat fall, I get into trouble. \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's not easy for a child like me to load the sacks of wheat back onto the horse. I have to wait for someone to come and go. Sometimes I have to wait for hours.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFortunately, I was saved from this trouble when someone came. Usually, whenever I face this situation and have to wait for someone to come, I sit down and cry in despair.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In times like these, I arrive late at the factory.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTherefore, when I returned home after grinding wheat, I was late.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I only got back at night. There were hardly any people on the street.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The journey often took me through the forests, and I was constantly in a state of fear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was terrified because I had heard rumors that the forests were full of deserters from the army, and that if anyone met a deserter, their ears would be cut off.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFurthermore, whenever he returned late from the mill, he was not only subjected to hot and cold punishment but also to beatings with a cane.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As a slave, I was not educated. As far as I can remember, when the daughter of my slave owner went to school, I had to carry her books and accompany her, so I rarely reached the school gate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSeeing so many boys and girls my age studying in the classroom, I felt a strong desire to study. The thought of how good it would be to be in school like them entered my mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was one morning that I first realized that all of us black people were slaves and that we were discussing the issue of freeing slaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat morning, my mother woke me up. She knelt down with her children and prayed to God. | She prayed that Lincoln and his army would win and that God would help her and her children escape slavery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that time, black slaves throughout the South were almost entirely illiterate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey don't read books or newspapers at all. But they not only understand the national issues that are stirring up the entire country, but they are constantly updated with news about these issues. How do they know? I don't understand at all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnyway... Negro slaves are aware of all the movements that have taken place since Garrison and Lovejoy began demanding the emancipation of slaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Throughout the period of the civil war, which was about to become a civil war, and the civil war itself, I was just a child.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, almost every night, I could hear my mother and the other servants whispering and discussing. Judging by their words, it was clear that they all knew and understood the situation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis was not because of anything else. It was because of the \"telephone.\" ) | When Lincoln was running for president, we knew exactly what the slaves on our plantations were making about political promises. When the Civil War broke out between the North and the South, every slave on our plantation understood that the abolition of slavery was the main point of the Civil War.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's not just us. The slaves on the big plantations in areas further away than us also know the truth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They also understood the key point: if the North won, all slaves would be freed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll the slaves kept an eye on the victories of the northern armies and the defeats of the southern armies. They were also very interested.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It is often seen that slaves receive news of victories and losses in wars before white people do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOur plantation owner used to send a servant to the post office to pick up letters.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The post office is only about three miles from our farm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that time, letters only arrived once or twice a week.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe black man who had gone to the post office suddenly did not return immediately, but instead moved around among the white people who were talking near the post office.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Listen to what white people say without any pretense. | White people often read the hot letters in the mail and discuss the latest news.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEverything they said reached the ears of the black slave on our farm.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e As soon as the black man who carried the letter returned to the farm, he first told our servants all the news he had heard.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e In this way, slaves learned very important news before their masters did.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was a child and a teenager, I never saw our family sit together at the table, eating and drinking together. | I never saw them reflect on God's grace before eating.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I have never experienced a situation where I had to eat and drink politely.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eChild slaves on large plantations in Virginia were fed the same food as animals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was bread in one place, meat in another. | The children would go and get food from wherever they could. Each meal was a glass of milk. Sometimes they would boil potatoes instead of milk. Sometimes there were no plates, so the three of us siblings would eat with frying pans or pots.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe plates were iron plates, which they had to eat on their knees. There were no spoons or forks to eat with, they had to eat with their own hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I was quite young, I would go to the big house every time I ate. The slave owner's family would have to use a large, pulley-mounted fan to keep flies out of the house during meals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e White people usually talked about emancipation and the Civil War at the dinner table.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550742110357,"sku":"","price":5850.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_1e408dd1-122f-4696-9123-cb67fee3da8a.jpg?v=1730235723"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-စိမ်းရက်လေအား","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Green Day Wind","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e ( \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e1\u003c\/span\u003e )\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis incident certainly left me deeply hurt. However, as time passed, the wound I had received gradually healed, and in the end, only a scar remained. If I were thirty years old today and serving as the driver, secretary, and confidant of General Dwight D. Davis, the beloved Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces in Europe, I don't think there would be anyone who could compare our experiences.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToday, our situation would be considered a normal occurrence. With the dramatically changed social conditions of today, our situation would not be taken seriously. It would be considered a normal matter and forgotten.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut that was not the case with me. It took many years for people to forget the whole incident. Then, in my mind, there came a time when I thought people had forgotten the whole incident. At that moment, my story resurfaced again. This time, it resurfaced as if I had stabbed my wounded heart with a knife, wanting revenge.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe book is titled “Revelations: An Oral Biography of Halley S. Truman” by Marley Millar. By the end of the spring of 1973, before the book had even been officially published, the story of General Eisenhower and us, as told in some of its passages, had become front-page news in newspapers around the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe story is incredible. It has been four years since the General died. I have not seen him for more than a quarter of a century. I have already thought it was an ancient story. But the world does not seem to agree with my theory. Lloyd Shearer wrote in the Pride magazine: “The journalists are desperately searching for Kay Sumnersby. But they have not found Kay Sumnersby.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere was a reason why the journalists couldn't find me. When this story was resurfaced, I was on the operating table. But, as journalists are a type of people who are persistent and relentless, an English national journalist finally tracked me down. He was going through old newspaper clippings and found out about a friend of mine who was mentioned in the same clipping. He then tried to get in touch with my friend.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Miss P,” he asked. “I’m speaking from London. You were at Kay and Reginald Morgan’s wedding when they got married, weren’t you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e My friend didn't doubt his question. He thought it was a simple question. \"I did,\" he replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They got married in my room.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I'm an old friend of Kay's,\" he said. \"I've been looking for Kay for a long time. Can you tell me where he is now?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eActually, this was a lie. He and I had never even heard of his name, let alone known each other. My female friend didn't know about this. \"There's a guy in a New York hospital. He's having surgery,\" she replied.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's right. I'm in the hospital. I've just been released from the recovery room. I'm still receiving intravenous fluids in one arm. I still have a tube in my nose. I get a call from the hospital phone. It says I'm calling from a faraway land.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e``Would I have the will to answer that phone call? To tell you the truth, I didn't. But I did. I had assumed it would be from my brother, Sheamus, who was eight thousand miles from New York in Jonabad. I had miscalculated. The caller was someone who was tracking me. .\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I'm still in London,” he said. “How's things going over there?” he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly someone who has undergone major surgery can understand my current situation. The anesthesia I was given during the surgery has not changed at all. I am still dizzy. I am still very tired and weak from the anesthesia. Talking is also a very difficult task.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What's the matter?\" I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I was asking about you and Ai,” he said. “Is that true or not?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I didn't understand what he was talking about. I thought he was just a man interested in some ancient legend that he had heard a few times about.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI have encountered drunkards who call late at night to pay off gambling debts. But I don't think they are as bad as the one who called me while I was lying in the hospital and asked about my relationship with General Eisenhower.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Nothing to say,” he replied and hung up. However, he had news to share. “Kessam Mosby Morgan, who has undergone surgery in New York City, has denied any wrongdoing in relation to reports that she and her husband have planned to get married,” the report said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA conspiracy to harm others had been completed. The whole world knew where I was. The calls and telegrams from all over the world were pouring into the hospital.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI knew immediately why this was the case. One of my closest friends bought me a book. It had all the details President Truman had said about General Eisenhower, clipped to the pages.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was no secret that President Truman had little respect for General Dwight Eisenhower. However, during the Potsdam Conference in 1945, President Truman, along with his Secretary of State James Barnes, visited General Eisenhower's headquarters in Frankfurt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI remember thinking about President Truman at that time. The Big Three (meaning the leaders of the United States and England) were discussing very important issues at Potsdam, including the atomic bomb, a new weapon of the United States. I have not forgotten it. Before the fact that the atomic bomb existed was publicly announced, he had been discussing the military and political implications of the atomic bomb with his top officers for weeks. When they were discussing the bomb, I would often leave the room. This bomb \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ewas not something I wanted to know about.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToward the end of the conference, Truman arrived in Frankfurt to inspect the 84th Infantry Division. On that hot July day, Truman was driven through the dusty south of Germany. All the way, Truman and Ai had been discussing the qualities of American soldiers. When they arrived at headquarters, they continued their conversation in Ai’s office. When their conversation was over, Ai called me over and introduced me to President Truman. I found him to be a very friendly, honest, and charming man.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, I had a small diary. In that diary, I used to write down my personal notes and the general's appointments. When I looked back at the notes I had made that day, I found the following:\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAik left the office early to meet with the President. At 2:30, Aik called the President and Secretary of State Burnett into his office. Aik told the President that he wanted to be accepted as an American citizen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat day was a momentous day for me. Because of what President Truman and I said that day, about three months later I had to go to Washington and file the important paperwork to become an American citizen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eToday, twenty-eight years later, I am curled up in a hospital bed, half-sitting, half-reading this story over and over again, in disbelief. President Truman told his biographer, Mary Millar, “Immediately after the war, Eisenhower wrote a letter to General Marshall. In it he stated that he wanted to return to the United States, that he wanted to divorce his wife, Mrs. Eisenhower, and marry this Englishwoman.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e'Ai's request was rejected with a lack of consideration and compassion. Even President Truman, who spoke his mind openly and uncompromisingly, was shocked by the brutal and harsh response.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Marshall wrote a letter to Eisenhower about this,” President Truman said. “I’ve never seen a letter like it. Marshall wrote that if Eisenhower did something like this, he would not only be thrown out of the army, but he would be deprived of a normal breath for the rest of his life. And if he ever said anything like this again, he would be put in hell.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen President Truman said, “One of my last tasks as president was to take all those letters from Ai’s personal files at the Pentagon and destroy them.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSome of these pages in this book shook me. I needed to try to calm my restless mind. I thought I needed to be quiet, even in a hospital bed, away from people. Wouldn't that give me more time to reflect on my life, which I had lived in silence for so many years?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, it was not easy to achieve the peace of mind I sought. The hospital had turned off all outside telephones, so I was free from interruptions, but it was difficult to avoid the reporters. Their group was stubborn and unbelievably stubborn. They were determined to get what they wanted, and they were determined to get it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne day I was returning from my usual walk. I saw a small woman sitting at the foot of my bed. I thought she must be the daughter of one of my friends. But she wasn't. She was a reporter for the Philadelphia Inquirer. She had come into my hospital room by herself and was sitting there waiting for me. I was so angry that I couldn't bear it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“How did you get into this room?” I asked. “I am a person who recently underwent surgery for a serious illness. I am not feeling well yet.” I was telling the truth. The full report from the pathology department had just arrived today. According to the report, my illness was cancer. Liver cancer. It was a disease that was completely hopeless.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy doctor told me about the condition, so I understood it early on. However, I didn't really understand the nature of the disease. Now that I know for sure, I can't even begin to understand how I feel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“I don't think your editor would appreciate the kind of work you're doing now,” I said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He didn't move. He just sat there, anchored.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Please leave the room. If you don't tell me, I'll have to get someone to drag you out.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Only then did he get up from his seat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Can't you tell me anything?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e he asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I won't speak. I won't speak. I won't even say goodbye. I turn my back on him. My whole body trembles with weakness and hurt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLater, many reporters came to the hospital in various ways. I just replied, “I have nothing to say.” They just turned around and left. Later, the nurses started to ask me about this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA teacher would say, “Take the bandage off your mouth, it’s time to bandage the wound.” As soon as I had enough energy, I ran away from the hospital. I had insisted on leaving despite my doctor’s pleas. I had left with the intention of going with friends who had promised to make arrangements so that I could relax and have some peace and quiet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fact that General Eisenhower wrote this letter to General Marshall is something I was completely unaware of. I swear. I was completely unaware of it. When I look back at the time when I wrote it, there was no situation at that time that would have allowed me to write this letter. Nor was there any situation later in that time that would have allowed me to write it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat I found interesting was what Lieutenant General Harry Baughman, who was President Truman's bodyguard, told reporters. He said that the matter of these letters had been a rumor since 1952. “At that time, Republican Ohio Senator Robert Taft and Eisenhower were running for president. Taft’s supporters were talking about the letters that Ike had written to Marshall. They wanted copies of them. Truman heard about it. Truman didn’t want the letters copied and distributed by Taft’s supporters all over the country. That’s why he got involved. But I don’t think he destroyed them. I think he sent them to Marshall with a letter he wrote himself. In his letter, he said, ‘These are letters that you should keep in your file. I don’t think they should be used in a very dirty political way,’” Harry Baughman said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTo tell you the truth, I had never heard of the rumors that had been going around since 1952. It was not until after 1952 that I had any inkling that these letters existed. But I didn’t believe them. About five years ago, my friend David Sedsky came to see me and said, “Dimekay, I want you to be on a television program.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"sounds good\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I replied accordingly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “What do you want me to talk about?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"About the letter,\" said David.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550741061781,"sku":"","price":3150.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_61299f48-29da-45b1-9615-47b2e996d2d8.jpg?v=1730235737"},{"product_id":"မောင်ထွန်းသူ-ဆင်ကုန်သည်","title":"Maung Tun Thu - Elephant Trader","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eElephant trader\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnce upon a time, this building was a windowless sandstone structure with a thatched roof. Daniel Armstrong recalled the time he had personally supervised the construction of this building nearly ten years earlier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, he was a junior assistant forest ranger at the National Forestry and Marine Conservation Department, wasn't he?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Now, this building has been thoroughly renovated and transformed into a warehouse for storing valuables.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJohnny Enzo inserted the key in his hand into the heavy lock and pushed open the large double doors of the island. Johnny is the chief superintendent of the Chinweewe National Forest Reserve.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the past, Johnny had been Daniel's guide and gunman. Johnny was a smart, agile Matabele.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e While they were working together, he taught Johnny to read, write, and speak English by the light of thousands of campfires.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen Johnny was studying at the University of South Africa, he couldn't afford to pay his tuition fees, so Daniel lent him money. Johnny later earned a BSc in Science from the university.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At that time, two young men, one black and one white, were constantly coming and going together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey patrolled this vast government-owned forest together, alternating between walking and cycling.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Working together in the deep darkness of the forest, they became very close friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel peeked into the dark interior of the warehouse and whistled softly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey...my friend Johnny, you've been busy since I left, haven't you?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The valuables were piled up, stacked until the roof rafters touched. Items worth hundreds and thousands of dollars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Johnny Enzo took one look at Daniel's face. Daniel was a friend who understood the problem.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe doesn't think he needs to talk about his work in detail.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Because of that thought, I took a moment to look at it with a blank expression on my face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel didn't meet Johnny's gaze. He turned to his cameraman and spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... is there good lighting inside? I want to take some good pictures of the interior.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe cameraman, unable to walk quickly due to the heavy load he was carrying, moved forward slowly and heavily. He turned on the battery switch on one side of his waist and tested the light he held in one hand. The battery light fell on the valuables.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Here...Jorge, you follow me and the supervisor to the edge of the warehouse.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Danny instructed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The cameraman nodded and stepped forward. He adjusted the Sony video camera so that it was comfortably on his shoulder.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJock is in his early thirties. He wears khaki shorts and flip-flops. Sweat drips from his brown chest in the Zambezi Valley heat.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Her long hair is tied with a leather band. The hair falls down to her neck.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHe may look like a popular singer in the modern music world, but he is actually an artist who can capture extraordinary images with a big Sony camera.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJock shuffled his camera through the messy pile of tusks until he reached Daniel's hand, where he was holding a very large, beautiful tusk. Then he pulled the camera back and took a full-length shot of Daniel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel has a PhD in biology, has written several books, and has given lectures.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e About the habits of living creatures in Africa\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e He is also an influential and internationally recognized speaker in the field of ecology, which deals with environmental interactions.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHowever, it is not because of these reasons that it is internationally famous.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel is a healthy and strong man. He is a handsome man and has a very good personality. His appearance on the television screen is very dignified and pleasing to look at. His voice is also very pleasant. When he speaks, his accent and manner of speaking are also very pleasant.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel's father was a staff officer in the Defence Forces during World War II, serving under Generals Wavell and Field Marshal Montgomery in the North African campaign.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the war, he went to live in Rhode Island and grew tobacco. Thus, Daniel was born in Africa. Then, when he was an adult, his father sent Daniel back to Sint-Jan, England, to be educated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel then returned to Rhodesia and joined the National Wildlife Conservation Service.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel looked straight into the camera and began speaking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Ivory has been a prized possession since the time of the ancient Egyptian pharaohs, and has become one of the most beautiful and valuable natural materials. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the jewel of African elephants.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel slowly walked among the piles of ivory, Johnny Enzo following close behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"For two thousand years, humans have hunted elephants for their ivory, which is considered white gold. Yet, until a decade ago, there were still more than two million elephants left in Africa...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Looking at this, it seems that the number of elephants is increasing again. This is not because they are being protected, encouraged to increase, and supervised...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“But that perception is sadly mistaken, because we have seen nearly a million elephants killed in the past ten years.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We're at a point where we're going to have to consider whether we're going to continue to stand by and watch this situation. Our presence in this area, this place, is about that issue. Where did they get these tusks?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Here, some of the tusks are found. They are from elephants that died naturally in this forest. Some are my own.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The forest rangers seized it from the thieves...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"But most of the ivory is from elephants that our department has identified as 'retired' and deemed unfit to continue living, as per our mandate.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel and Johnny walked to the far end of the warehouse and stopped. They turned to face the camera and stopped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We'll discuss the ivory business plan later, Mr. Johnny. First, I'd like to talk about the current situation of ivory poaching in Chin State. Is the situation there really that bad?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I would say it’s getting worse every day.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Johnny said, shaking his head with a sad expression on his face.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Elephant traders, who know that elephants are disappearing in Kenya, Tanzania and Zambia, are turning their attention to our herds in the south.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Zambia is a country that can be reached by crossing the Zambezi River. So the elephant poachers come across the river and come here. They are stronger than us in terms of manpower and weapons.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"They are a group of people who don't hesitate to shoot and kill people, elephants, and rhinos,\" he said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We can't help but shoot when we encounter a group of elephant poachers. We have to shoot first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"All this ivory\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel didn't continue speaking, but placed one hand on the nearest ivory statue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEach tusk is different. Some are straight and long, while others are curved like a bow. Some have sharp tips, while others are short and blunt.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMost of the tusks are pearly white. Some are a creamy white. Some still have bits of vegetable matter stuck to them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMost of the tusks are from female elephants. Some are not fully grown. The largest is about the size of a person's arm. These tusks are taken from young elephants. Only a few fully grown tusks are from older elephants.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDaniel's face, as he caresses and caresses an ivory tusk, expresses his anguish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After all, he had written books about the devastation of Africa and the fascinating world of animals, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"These tusks are proof that these intelligent and majestic creatures are becoming increasingly rare. This situation is inevitable, and the natural changes that are transforming this entire continent are very sad.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I think...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfrican elephants are a unique symbol of Africa, but elephants are on the verge of extinction. So is the entire continent going to extinction?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel is honestly expressing what he feels in his heart. The camera faithfully records everything he sees.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe success of Daniel's television program in the international arena is due to this truth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel turned to look at Johnny Enzo.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"I would like to know if elephants are going extinct, how many elephants are left in Zimbabwe, and how many elephants are left in Mr. Johnny's Chinwewi National Forest.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It is estimated that there are about 52,000 elephants left in Zimbabwe. We can say more precisely how many there are in Chinwewe Forest. About three months ago, with the help of the International Union for Conservation of Nature, we went through the entire forest with a net and took aerial photographs. At that time, we were able to count them accurately.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"How many horses are there?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Daniel interrupted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"There are eighteen thousand elephants in the Chinweewe forest.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Then it's not a small number, but in this country with such a harsh climate, there are so many.\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45550681555093,"sku":"","price":14250.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/files\/001_e0ef6edb-fd21-4160-a26b-89d4e3c9378b.jpg?v=1770878378"}],"url":"https:\/\/mgyoe.com\/en\/collections\/print-books-translated.oembed?page=22","provider":"mgyoe.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}