This subject is the one which catches my attention most. It is a really hot point. I like the way writer use while writing. She writes the challenges and truthes. She mentions almost all of the challenges that men and women can encounter. My opinion about this subject is that,of course, women and men can be friends. Hovewer there should be some boundries because if there are a man an woman who get on well, love is inevitable. Most of us have friends opposite sex and we think that there is no difference between having a friend from oppossite or same sex. Hovewer there are always things which push you love especially and firstly society. People always ask you questions about the relationship you have with an opposite sex. They want you be couple and force you to do it. Shortly, there is nothing like men and women can not be friends they just cannot be close friends.
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I choose this article because its begining was interesting for me. Writer begins with a common idea that 'It's not easy being different, especially as a child.' While I was reading its continuation, I realized that it is a article which depends on personal experinces. I like this type of writings much so keep on reading. After I had finished it, I really agreed with writer. S/he is right.,unfortunately, people underestimate the ones who are different from them instead of accepting their differences and take it normally. I deadly wish that we were able to change people's reactions to ones whom people named 'different'. People can be from different sources or families, cultures, countries. This does not make them evil ones. Perhaps they are much better than the ones who are from your own culture.Hovewer most of the people do not notice this. Even between people,from the same culture, nation or country,there are so many diffirences like mode of dressing, speaking. People easily judge others. If only they noticed that the ones which are totaly different from you in terms of dressing, speaking can be more friendly or understanding than the ones who are totally similar to you. This judgement can be much more in multinational countries. I hope one day people will understand that there in no meaning in judging people and sayin the 'different' or underestimating them.
My task in this wiki project was to prepare an
introduction part. I tried to give general information about Turkish Cuisine.
As a group we like eating or everything about food or eatingJ it is inevitable to select such a
topic for our wiki project in our respect. The thing I like most while
preparing this project is to learn new tastes about our own cuisine. I like to
collect information and share with other people. However, we had difficulty in
combining our parts because we were in different cities and we had to make all
of things with our phones or computers. In spite of all challenges we faced, we
managed to create a project in a good or bad way J Seda Ağırbaş I think this wiki project is very beneficial. We choose a topic as a group and share this topic between group members. By this technique e search this topic more detailed way. We learn different and interesting things. Beside improve my knowledge I improve my writing skills as well. While I am searching this topic I learn different words and different terms about cooking. For example I did not know that Lahmacun also an Armenian meal. Elif Aydın
I did not find wikis beneficial because ı had great difficelyin in singing up finding wiki page or sth. else. All of these difficulties made me bored of this job and I could not much care my work. I could not pay attention much. I spent so much time on preparing this work but I do not think it was worthy of spending this much time because I do not think it provided me with benefits.
In the simpliest
form, television can be defined
as a machine with a screen on which you can watch programmes. When we think
such a machine, it sounds useful and funny. However television is shuting us in
day by day. Its effects on us are getting more and more. It became such an
indispensable part of our life that one cannot think a life without it. It is
invented for informing people about what happens in the world and entertaining
them. Unfortunately, this machine which was advantageous when introduced, became a monster restaining us.
Undoubtedly
T.V. tickles us pink and this entertaintment becames such a dependance that
people spend almost half of their days in front of T.V.. As soosn as children
came from school , they start to watch cartoons and keep on watching till the
night. Sometimes even they do not do their homeworks. In addition to this, adults also act in the same way. Even in the
USA half of the parents and children have their own T.V. set in their
rooms. Moreover people in Turkey have a TV serial in each day or two perhaps three.. Therefore it is clear
that people waste their time in vain in front of TV. Television is nothing but a waste of time.
Another
harmful effect of TV is on the health.
People spend a lot of time in front of tv and this triggers many health
problems . First, people do not realize how much they eat while they are
watching TV and they do not move much
but for changing their lying styles.
This problems cause obesity. Second, the light which comes from the lamp or the
sun reverberates so much that this causes visual impairment. This health
problems affect mostly children because it is relevant to their growth. For
example as parent put their child in front of TV in order to silence them and
so their child does not interlope. However parents do not aware of the fact
that putting the child in front of
TV causes attention-deficit-disorder
in the following years. Moreover, as the child gets used to sitting and
watching TV, s/he becames antisocial and
children may become autistic. Not to put too fine a point on it, in addition to
being a waste of time ; TV is machine which harms human life.
Some people think that TV provides them
with knowledge. It is a true idea that TV gives so much information but the reality and trueness of this
information is arguable. Perhaps, in the past people would benefit from the TV
in order to gain knowledge but nowadays there is so much fake information. For example, first
and foremost, advertisements are the biggest liars. Most of the products have
nothing in common with the ones which present on the ads. To sum up, there is
no certainty of the knowledge gaining from TV.
Furthermore some people can think that their children are sedate when they put them
in front of TV but they do not realise that how much harmful it is. TV harms
the children’s thinking skills critically because it includes so many violence
and sex objects. Perhaps parents do not care much but it is something more
serious because all of this object affect the child’s personality. Moreover
children can be exposed to bad language spoken on TV. Therefore it is clear
that there are really serious things which affect child’s growing.
All in all, TV might be seen as a
useful machine and the ones addicted to it do not deny its usefullness. However
it became such a danger that people cannot survive from it and keep on shutting
in it day by day.Unfortunately people cannot see its harmful effects on their
life in terms of health or personality.and keep on being trapped in it and
hopefullf one day the number of couch potatos will decrease.
We would prefer to introduce you one of our
most important heritage ‘Turkish Cuisine’ as our topic. While deciding which
topic would be suitable for this project, Turkish cuisine came to our mind.
Actually, we found it impressive and informative enough to present you.
Firstly, I will make and introduction before my
friends introduce you the sub-topics. I will give general information about
Turkish Cuisine.
Turkish Cuisine takes its source from Ottoman Empire which ruled over many regions
in the world, so it includes different tastes from different cultures which
makes it a rich cuisine. Turkish cuisine is also renowned as one of the world’s
best cuisines.because of the variety of its recipes, its use of natural ingredients,
its flavors and tastes which appeal to all palates and its influence throughout
Europe,Asia, the Middle East and Africa. The cuisine originated in Central
Asia, the first home of the Turks, and then evolvedwith the contributions of
the inland and Mediterranean cultures with which Turks interacted after their
arrival in Anatolia.
Turkish cuisine varies across the country. The cooking
of Istanbul, Bursa,
Izmir, and rest
of the Aegean region inherits many elements ofOttoman court cuisine, with a lighter use of spices, a preference for rice
overbulgur, and a wider use of sea foods. The
cuisine of theBlack Sea Regionuses fish extensively, especially
theBlack Sea anchovy(hamsi), has been influenced
byBalkanandSlaviccuisine,
and includesmaizedishes.
The cuisine of the southeast—Urfa,GaziantepandAdana—is famous for itskebabs,mezesand dough-based desserts such asbaklava,kadayıfandkünefe(kanafeh).
Especially in the western parts of Turkey,
where olive trees grow abundantly,olive oilis the major type of oil used for
cooking.The cuisines of the Aegean,MarmaraandMediterraneanregions
are rich in vegetables, herbs, and fish. Central Anatolia has many famous
specialties, such askeşkek(kashkak),mantı(especially
fromKayseri) andgözleme.
A specialty's name sometimes includes that of a city
or region, either in or outside of Turkey, and may refer
to the specific technique or ingredients used in that area. For example, the
difference betweenurfa kebabandadana kebabis the thickness of the skewer and
the amount of hot pepper that kebab contains.Urfa kebabis
less spicy and thicker thanadana kebab.
MEAT DISHES
It is surely
beyond doubt that turkish cuisine is popular with its meat dishes. Turks are so
fond of meat that there is a festival named
‘The Feast of Sacrifice’.Meat is mostly eaten mostly in ceremonies.
There are numerous meat dishes which one is more delicious than another. I
would like to talk about one type of these dishes.
KEBAPS
Kebabs are usually made out of
ground lamb meat and tail fat, though there are many regional variations.
Kebabs are fairly common in the area fromMersinin Turkey toKirkukin Iraq, and includesAleppoin Syria.According to many authors, this kebab
was born out of a fusion ofTurkishandArabcultures.Birecik, once an important locality in theEyalet of Aleppo, is said to be the creator of
this very kind of kebab. The version prepared and consumed today in the
province of Adana also has a history rooted in the modern Turkish culture, only
to receive a "Controlled
Designation of Origin" in February 2005, after subsequent legal trials. Spicy meatballs on skewers
This is known as ‘Adana Kebabı’.
It is a type of meat which is really popular. Its taste is a little bit hot but
extremely delicious. Kebap is the dish which is on the top in the Menus. Griled meatballs on
skewers
This one is known as ‘Urfa Kebabı’ Both
of these kabaps are mostly similar but their taste is different Adana Kabap is
hot.
DESSERTS
Turkish cuisine is very
rich in desserts. The diversity comes from the fact that Turkish cuisine is the
successor of the Ottoman culture. Another factor is that Turkey spreads over a
huge land with different regions and culture. Turkish desserts are so
well-renowned that not only in Turkey but also in several countries these
desserts are highly consumed. Dessert is such an important and indispensable
part of Turkish culture that there are lots of sayings and festivals about
desserts.
DESSERTS WITH SHERBET
BAKLAVA
Baklava is one of the most
well-known desserts of Turkey but I don’t like much. It is usually baked in
Ramadan Festival. The name “baklava” comes from Ottoman Empire. It is a rich,
sweet pastry made of layers of phyllo pastry filled with chopped nuts and
sweetened with syrup or honey. Baklava is prepared in large pans. Before
baking the dough is cut
into regular pieces, often parallelograms (lozenge-shaped), triangles, or
rectangles
Gaziantep is famous for baklava.
Peanut is used in Gaziantep baklava. However it may vary from region to region.
Nuts in Black Sea, walnuts in Central Anatolia almonds in Aegean can be used
instead of peanut. Baklava can be served with ice-cream or Turkish cream
(kaymak).
KÜNEFE
Künefe is made of cheese and kadayıf (oven
baked shredded pastry with pistachio filling in thick syrup angel’s hair
dessert). It is also one of my favorite desserts. Hatay is famous for Künefe.
However it is prepared in different cities in different ways, as well. The pastry is heated with butter,
margarine or palm oil, then spread with soft white cheese and topped with more
pastry. A thick syrup of sugar, water and a few drops ofRose wateror orange blossom water is poured
on the pastry during the final minutes of cooking. Often the top layer of
pastry is tinted with orange food coloring. Crushed greenpistachiosare sprinkled on top as a garnish.
Künefe can be served either hot or mild. It is also served with peanut, walnut
or nut.
CONFECTIONERY
DESSERTS
TURKISH DELIGHT
The original date for the invention
oflokumis not
clear. However, it is certain that Ali Muhittin Hacı Bekir’s lokumintroduced the taste to the world. He
opened his confectionery shop in Istanbul in 1776. An English explorer gotlokumfrom his shop and took them to
England. Turkish delight’s fame spread since then.
Originally,
there were three colors meaning three flavors: red – rosewater, yellow – lemon
peel and green – bitter orange. With today’s rich variety of ingredients and
nuts there currently are several flavors such as rose, pistachio, hazelnut,
walnut, almond, coconut and almond, cream, cream with cinnamon, mint, mastic,
cinnamon, ginger, clove and coffee, and fruit flavors like sour cherry,
strawberry, orange, apricot, and lemon.
PİŞMANİYE
Also known as Turkish fairy floss
which makes sense given its texture. Pişmaniyeis another Turkish dessert with a very
old traditional taste. The place of birth is the Kandıra district in the city
of Kocaeli. It dates back to the 15th century.
Sugar
is melted, frozen, shaped like a big ring and placed on the mixture of roasted
flour with butter. The rest of the process is constantly pulling the ring and
shaping it back to a ring again until it becomes flossy.It is similar to cotton
candy but different in texture. It is garnished with different flavors like
ground pistachios or cacao. It looks a bit messy — which it actually is while
eating because it falls off in very small pieces — and it is also sticky. Yet,
the trouble is certainly worth trying.
PASTRIES
Pastries have a very important place in Turkish Cuisine. There are lots of delicious food come our mind when one says pastries. I want to share some of most known pastry recipes.
Firstly I want to start with Börek. Börek is one of the great indulgences of Turkish cuisine. You can find specialist börek cafes in every town, with great metal trays heaving under rectangular slabs of the stuff. It can have different ingredients like cheese, meat, spinach... But there is one börek that you usually won’t see in the börek cafes but that is served in almost all the restaurants in Turkey is Sigara Börek. Small cylindrical rolls of filo pastry (shaped like cigarettes), stuffed with white cheese and parsley, and served hot and crispy. Here our recipients: Ingredients: Serves 4 2 sheets of filo pastry (known as yufka in Turkish) 250 ml oil (Olive or Sunflower) for frying (or you can bake them, in which case you will need 50 grams of butter) Filling: 200 grams of crumbled white cheese (Turkish white cheese, or feta cheese) 1 egg yolk ¼ bunch parsley ¼ bunch dill Pinch of salt
Preparation: Divide the filo pastry sheets into two semi circles, and then into four curved triangles. Cover any filo pastry you are not using with a towel to stop it drying out. Place the filling at the wide end, fold up the long sides to hold in the filling, and then roll it up like a small cigar. Wet the pointed end with a wet (use water/milk/egg) pastry brush and stick it down.
Fry in hot oil until golden, making sure you turn the cigars frequently, and serve piping hot.
Lastly Lahmacun, every one of us knows and most of us love to eat lahmacun. This pizza-like, thin, round dish, topped with herbs and minced meat, also known as Armenian Pizza, Turkish Pizza, Lahmajun and Lahmajoon, is very famous in Turkey. Here the ingredients of this delicious meal: Ingredients for the dough: • 1 tsp dry active yeast • 0,5 tsp sugar • 1+1/2 cup of warm water • 4,5 cups of flour (you can use pain wheat)+ • Little oil to brush the dough Ingredients for the topping: • 12 oz of minced beef or lamb (I always use 85 % lean beef) • 1 big onion • 2-3 cloves of garlic • 2 Tbsp of butter • 1,5 cups of fresh curly parsley • 1 cup of fresh mint • 1 medium tomato • 1 tsp of chilli pepper • 1 jalapeno (optional) (I personally use pickled hot peppers instead of jalapenos) • 1 tsp paprika (optional) • 1 tsp of cumin (optional) • salt according to your own taste • Juice of 1 lemon • little oil to brush the dough.
Here is news about out topic...
Due to its geographical position, at the crossroads between Europe and Asia, Turkey has many culinary influences which make its cuisine irresistible, as the country itself.
For this reason, distinguished chefs from the Sheraton Istanbul Maslak Hotel will come to peak the flavor cooking original Turkish dishes in an event which will take place at the Hotel Arion Resort Spa, AstirPalace, from April 12 to 21.
The 2nd Turkish Cuisine Festival is a sequel of the initiatives taken by Astir Palace to incorporate ethnic style cuisines and offer the opportunity to the culinary Athenian public to experience the rich heritage of Turkish cuisine.
Visitors will be able to taste original Turkish dishes and desserts such as Anadolu kebab, Adana kebab, stuffed eggplant with minced meat and rice, lamb with eggplant and tomato sauce, traditional baklava, kataifi (resembles shredded wheat) and ravani.
The restaurant Il Tramonto will be opened on the weekdays and weekends from 19:00 to 00:00.
During the Festival there will be a draw for a journey in Istanbul for 2 people, offering a stay at the Sheraton Istanbul Maslak Hotel. Tickets are sponsored by Turkish Airlines.
The Turkish Cuisine Festival is organized under the auspices of the Embassy of Turkey in cooperation with Turkish Airlines, and the magazine Athens Insider.
Turkish cuisine is largely the heritage of Ottoman cuisine, which can be described as a fusion and refinement of Central Asian, Middle Eastern and Balkan cuisines. The Turkish cuisine has in turn influenced them and other neighbouring cuisines, including those of Western Europe. The Ottomans fused various culinary traditions of their realm with influences from Middle Eastern cuisines, along with traditional Turkic elements from Central Asia (such as yogurt), creating a vast array of specialities—many with strong regional associations.
Practicing a sport is much more than the sole act of pushing your body through exhaustion or using your skills to reach your goal. There are many effects that show after you get involved in a sport, physical, human, and social. The purpose of this paper is to discuss those effects. The first major effect of practicing a sport is that you will develop physical abilities. Your body will be in better shape, and you’ll be able to achieve things that physically you couldn’t accomplish before. For instance your speed, muscular mass, stamina, lung capacity, and elasticity will all increase enormously. By exercising on a regular basis your body will be healthier, which means fewer diseases and fewer injuries. People with a healthy life tend to live longer and happier.
The second effect has to do with your personal life. Yes, sports will get very deep into your life. Practicing a sport requires some time, so you will be entertained for a while everyday instead of watching television or surfing on the internet. By practicing a sport you’ll get the chance to travel to new places where meets are held. And that’s not all because once you enter a better level of competition; you may compete in national or international meets, attract sponsors, and even make a profit out of it! Most important is the effect that practicing a sport causes on your person, your social side. You will meet a lot of people in the business, from beginners to professionals; however, only a small group of individuals will become your friends to the point of turning into your second family. That is having a team. As an athlete you will develop a strong character and a competitive spirit. Besides you’ll become more disciplined and responsible, which will certainly help you in your professional life.The effects of being an athlete shape your body, your life, and your mind in good ways. Practicing a sport keeps you entertained and far away from boredom. In addition you will have the chance to experience the amazing feeling of beating all your opponents down from the quarterfinals or crossing the finish line ahead of everyone else.
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I could not found a video in this subject but this video is concerned with the beneficies of sports on our health. It is categorized the type of sports and tells their beneficies. Hope you like :)
I read a story and found its film's trailer and wanted to share it. It is so amazing that I got really surprised at the end. When I
started to reading, I thought there was a lottery which means gaining
money or something makes anybody happy. The thing which makes me
think this that firstly the title and secondly the way people behave.
Children are gathering stones and women are doing their daily works
like washing the dishes or cleaning. Even if they may be the one who
will die after one or two hours, they have an ordinary life.
Moreover, I really got surprised by the way lottery takes plays
because I saw that women were not treated as a human. Therefore, I
understood that there is a patriarchal society. Moreover, they do not
protest against lottery, unless they are not the one who is chosen to
sacrifice. Unfortunately, when Tessie was chosen, she did not protest
against but the way it does. She complained about time’s being
short. I could not believe that how these people blindly follow this
absurd. They are in the belief ‘Lottery in June, corn will be heavy
soon.’ But instead of killing people, they do not think that what
will happen if they leave it. There is conservation about some
villages do not now have lottery but they still think that change is
very difficult. If the others manage to survive from the lottery,
they can also do, instead of thinking this, they keep on having it.
They do not believe in themselves. Consequently, What I learned from
this story is that we should believe in ourselves and question the
system before adopting it; we should find answers to our questions
‘Why we have such a thing? In what ways it is beneficial for us?
and here is the story... THE LOTTERY
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys. and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.
Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.
The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.
Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.
There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.
Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."
Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival.
"Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"
"Dunbar." several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar."
Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for him?"
"Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.
"Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."
"Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"
A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I m drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your mother's got a man to do it."
"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it?"
"Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.
A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"
The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve." Mr. Summers said. and Mr. Adams said. "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd. where he stood a little apart from his family. not looking down at his hand.
"Allen." Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham."
"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
"Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
"Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said.
"Clark.... Delacroix"
"There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward.
"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes."
"We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.
"Harburt.... Hutchinson."
"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people near her laughed.
"Jones."
"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."
Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."
"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."
"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy."
"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry."
"They're almost through," her son said.
"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.
Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."
"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."
"Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son."
"Zanini."
After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it."
"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.
People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!"
"Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."
"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.
"Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?"
"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"
"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."
"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.
"I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids."
"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?"
"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.
"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.
"Three," Bill Hutchinson said.
"There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me."
"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?"
Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it in."
"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."
Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.
"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.
"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded.
"Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.
"Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly. and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.
"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.
The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.
"It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."
"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave's."
Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.
"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.
"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."
Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.
"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
