but he was good and simple-hearted as a child. He was from Geyve. Before hegot sick they were managing beautifully. Although they couldn’t buy newclothes they were able to eat well and send their daughter to school. The girlwas a darling.The best child. Quiet, demure and a good student. She was onlyin the third grade and always on top of her class. But, for the past two daysshe's been shedding tears for a pair of white sneakers. They lived in one of thetwo livable rooms of the dilapidated mansion over there; the other room wasoccupied by an elderly couple who guarded the mansion. The woman had notbeen able to pay the room's rent for the past two months. The old couple weregood people, knowing their plight, they didn’t press for the rent. Today, thewoman had visited her husband. Now she had only fifty piasters left. On theway she was going to buy bread and a red pencil for her daughter. Ah, whatpictures she would draw, what pictures, God bless her, something to behold.They had sent many letters to Hasan’s folks, but to no avail. Hasan, in his sick bed, was so worried and emaciated. Thank God, there were some washing andcleaning jobs, but she had no strength left.The woman dried her eyes, stopped talking and sighed, "Ah, Ah!"They were silent again. The din of the city could be heard in thedistance and the two flies buzzed constantly. The lemonade seller waslooking down absorbed in his thoughts. He seemed to have a warm-hearted and good-natured disposition. Finally he said, "Allah" and stoodup. After chasing the flies by waving his handkerchief, he pouredlemonade in a glass. The glasses, impervious to the heat, clinked gaily.The man wipedoff the lemonade spilled on the zinc counter in hishabitual manner and brought the lemonade to thewoman.Thewoman,
suddenlystartled, lifted her arms as though she wanted to protect herself
from something. The lemonade seller said: “Comeon,drink it,you'll feel
refreshed. We don'talways save to sell. This one is on the house."The woman drank, closing her eyes as though she was dyingof thirst andreturned the glass. "Ah! God bless you. May Godgivehappiness and long life to
your children.”So it came upon the lemonade seller to tell the storyof his family. The
eldest girl had been married to a sergeant. The son of a bitch was good-for-
nothing. Thegirl returned to her parents' home, pregnant. The middlegirl was
workingfor a dressmaker. The youngest one, was still in the elementary school.
His wife was such a fine and decentwoman. So, theywere managing all right.
The lemonade seller,in a fatherly manner, said:"What can you do, daughter? You're a human being, you'vegot tosuffer a little, eh! God willing, I hopeyour husband gets well. I have anephew, the son-in-law of Rasimf rom
dar. He,too, had a gall-bladderoperation, he's fine now. There are worse diseases. Thank heavens, this isn't sobad."Thank God!"