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The story revolves around two poor Armenian boys from a tribe known for trust and honesty. One summer morning, the protagonist's cousin Mourad, considered eccentric by others, arrives at his window with a beautiful white horse, igniting the boy's childhood dreams of riding. Despite their poverty, the encounter symbolizes the joy and wonder of youth amidst challenging circumstances.

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Samiya Practice

The story revolves around two poor Armenian boys from a tribe known for trust and honesty. One summer morning, the protagonist's cousin Mourad, considered eccentric by others, arrives at his window with a beautiful white horse, igniting the boy's childhood dreams of riding. Despite their poverty, the encounter symbolizes the joy and wonder of youth amidst challenging circumstances.

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The Summer of the Beautiful White Horse


william saroyan
The story is about two poor Armenian boys who beong to a tribe whose hallmark are
trust and honesty .
Rephrasing -The present story deals with two poor Armenian boys belonging to a
tribe which is famous for its trust and honesty.
One day back there in the good old days when I was nine and the world was full of
every imaginable kind of magnificence ,and life was still a delightful and mysterious
dream ,my cousin mourad , who was considered crazy by everybody who knew him
except me , came to my house at four in the morning and woke me up trapping on the
window of my room.
Aram ,he said.
I jumped out of bed and looked out of the window.
I could not believe what I saw .
It was not morning yet,but it was summer and with daybreak not many minute
around the corner of the world it was light enough for me to know I was not dreaming
My cousin Mourad was sitting on a beautiful white horse .
I stuck my head out of the window and rubbed my eyes.
Yes , he said in Armenian.It's a horse.you are not dreaming. Make it quick if you
want to ride.
I knew my cousin Mourad enjoyed being alive more than anybody else who want to
ride .
In the first place, my earliest memories had been memories of horse and my first
longings had been longings to ride.
The was the wonderful part.
In the second place, we were poor.
This was the part that would not permit me to believe what I saw.
Rephrasing- when i was a nine year old boy the world for me was a horse of all
the imaginable kinds of magnificence and the life seemed a happy and mysterious
dream, one day my cousin whose name was Mourad came to my horse as early as 4
o'clock in the morning and started calling me out by knocking the window of my
room.All those who were aware of his nature considerd him crazy, but I did not
have the same opinion about him.
He called my name ,”Aram “.

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