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"I am writing about a woman, her life, her love, her suffering."
"I'd love to see you again and hear some more of your work. I've never met a writer before, and I'm just so happy to be sitting here with you today! To tell you the truth, I was worried that you won't want to meet me. I always thought that writers are very sensitive and hard to approach. "
"Well, a woman-writer is no different than anyone else. She falls in love like other women, she's lied to and deceived like other women, there is really no difference between a female writer and any other woman," said Salimat as she continued to stare into his eyes. The more she looked, the more she liked him, and the more she felt like she already knew him. God, he's so handsome! "Which writers do you like most?"
"I've read a lot, but I must say that Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, and Dreiser are the ones who delve into the very depth of the human soul!"
Salimat listened attentively with peaked interest. After all, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, and Dreiser were her favorite writers as well, and it was a strange coincidence that Arthur named these particular three. They talked about other writers and books, and as Salimat listened, she couldn't help but wonder how knowledgeable and well read he is for his age! It seemed like every book Salimat has ever read or researched, Arthur had too. It's been a while since she met such an educated and intelligent man. They continued to sit and talk for a while, but Arthur had to go back to work. When they stepped outside, Arthur got a taxi for them, and as they were getting into a cab he turned to Salimat:
"I am so happy that we had a chance to meet. Would it be okay if I called you later, so that we could talk some more? You're not just a wonderful writer, but the beautiful, intelligent woman I've been searching for my entire life!"
He took Salimat's hand and lightly kissed it. The touch of his lips sent shivers throughout Salimat's body. Smiling shyly, she said,
"Sure, call me."
As soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb, Salimat quietly said to herself: What an interesting person you are, Arthur.
That night Salimat couldn't fall asleep. She kept seeing Arthur in her thoughts, his beautiful smile, his hearty laugh. How intelligent he is, how educated! How could his wife leave him? She must be crazy to think that she can find anyone smarter than him! One day she'll understand what a terrible mistake she's made, that there's no one better than Arthur! Salimat remembered the words of great ancient philosopher: If you ask a crowd of people to throw all that they dislike into one batch, then ask the same crowd of people to take what they like from the same batch, there won't be anything left.
The next morning Salimat was awakened by phone ring. As she picked up the receiver, she heard Arthur's strong voice:
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