Story World: A Fair Exchange

- The splendor of the story of the world's best creators ...

- Original Creator - The. Mopasa Introduction-Paresh Vyas

For the first time in Gujarati language, 'Varta' was created. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

I spent that night as I was. But in the morning my mind was calm. What should I do? - It was clear now. At exactly eleven o'clock I reached the hotel where he had stayed.

'Simple women are fun liars. It is the only way to get rid of the dilemma of a dilemma, a skill that is almost supernatural. '

The. Mopasa

(Flowing story .. A husband who is a notary by profession comes to a divorce lawyer with his own case. His story is somewhat unique. This is due to the fact that the notary's financial situation was normal, he had many small problems in his daily life and at the same time he had a lot of unfulfilled desires in his mind. A letter is sent, and in reply comes a woman herself, who offers herself a dowry of two million and fifty thousand rupees for marriage. She is staying in a nice hotel. The notary offers to take her for dinner. The woman accompanies her. During the dinner, the notary asks questions to verify her property. They come up to the hotel together. Property related papers are absolutely perfect Is. The notary says this to the lawyer and says, "After reading this, Harkhani's Haley woke up in my heart that ... I suddenly had a passionate desire to get up and embrace him." - Now forward)

Part 2 and final:

'My mind was a wish made with restraint, the wish of an enchanted man. And I met her, in fact, not once, but twice, ten times - so many times - and with the help of the champagne's intoxication - I overpowered her, overpowered, I lost - or let's say the woman overpowered herself. Gone, lost consciousness and ..

'Aah! Sir, then my head was caught and a ... the woman burst into tears, tears seemed to flow from her eyes. She kept begging me, kept begging me, saying that I will not reveal it, I will not disclose this, otherwise .. everything will be lost. I assured her of all that, and I myself was in a very bad state of mind.

'What can happen now? I hurt my client's trust. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if I really had a client to represent it but I didn't have a client at all. I was a client myself, a plain direct client, now a deceived client, a client deceived by walking in front of a woman. What a situation that was! I would have dismissed it as a fact. But that dowry, that grand dowry, that good dress that can be touched with the hand, can definitely be felt! - What about it? And I kept thinking, without giving him a chance to think about it all of a sudden, after doing such a thing with him, should he just leave it like this? And what about my embarrassment after that or my Ajanpa? How much control can one have over a woman who has been subdued in this way?

'A terrible night of infinite state, a forced confusion, the anguish of remorse, the black care of fear and the shock of doing wrong at every moment, an anxiety, a crunch .. I spent that night as it was. But in the morning my mind was calm. What should I do? - It was clear now. I got dressed carefully and at exactly eleven o'clock I reached the hotel where it was staying.

She was ashamed to look at me. I told her, Madam Santefries, there is only one way to correct what we have done wrong. I want your hand in marriage.

He spoke softly: 'I gave it to you.'

'I married her and everything went well for six months. I left my office. Now I was just making money as a stockholder, and honestly, my wife's behavior was so good that I had to reprimand her or find fault with her - not a single thing like that happened.

'Then it came to my notice that from time to time it goes out somewhere for a long time. This only happens again on a certain day. Tuesday in one week, and Wednesday in the following week. I felt that she was cheating on me and I started chasing her. At exactly one o'clock, he walked to Republic Street, then turned right onto the road to Archipis-Copel Palace, and then to the Great-Bridge Street to the Seine River, from where he crossed the river at the push-pull stop near Peter's Bridge. Gone. And from that moment on, she seemed to be in a state of anxiety, for she often stopped and turned back, and looked intently at all the people passing by.

"I disguised myself as the driver of a coal train and did not recognize me. Eventually it turned to the left bank. Now in my mind I had no doubt that her lover Poona would come in the two o'clock train.

'I hid and waited in the back of a low-lying cart to carry heavy loads. The whistle blew, the train came and the crowd of passengers disembarked. She stepped forward, ran and picked up a three-year-old girl, grabbed her by the chest and continued to shower her with affection. The girl who came with a farmer. And then one of them turned to a small child, who was with a nanny, a boy ... or maybe a girl. The little boy forcibly jumped on her, and then slowly the farmer and the babysitter came and all those who came with her started walking towards the empty, long, desolate, stone-paved public square of Queen's Course.

'I returned home. Frustrated, anxious and ... what happened? - He kept trying to understand, to get the lock, but .. what would be the real secret? - I did not have the courage to make any guess, any estimate. When he returned home for dinner, I hit him on the cheek.

'Whose children are they?'

'Which children?' He asked.

'The one you were waiting for at the Saint-Siver train station.'

She cried and cried and then fainted. With tears streaming down her cheeks when she came to, she confessed that she had four children: Yes, sir, two children on Tuesday, two daughters ... and two children Wednesday, two sons.

'And this is my story- shame! And this was the source of her wealth. Four fathers! This is how he collected dowry! Now, what do you advise me, sir, what should I do?

The prosecutor responded seriously.

'Accept them, sir.'

('A Fair Exchange' aka 'A Fair Deal' story ends)

Introduction to the Creator

The. Mopasa

Born: August 8, 190

Died: July 7, 19

French writer, narrator de. Mopasa's life was short but very fruitful. His stories and novels are still a major part of French literature read worldwide. The. Mopasa were rare. Authors who were very successful in their time. He had an aspiration to make literature his career and through his leading literary creations he ruled the hearts of the people but it was only by achieving that ambition that he was devastated. They were also extremely sensitive and discouraged quickly. According to his friend Emily Zola, he was one of the happiest and most miserable human beings. He died at the age of forty-three. He had already written the text on his grave himself: 'I love everything. I haven't gotten wrong from any of them. '