- short geographical play - written by Hasan Sadeghi Younesi(Dedication to Yoshida's memory)Iran* Razavi Khorasan_ Friman cityThe curtain opens (the physical appearance of an Iranian-desert dwelling) and the sound of the storm slowly diminishes.Mir Ali and Esrafil (in local clothes) enter while helping a stranger."Grandmother Fatima" Grandmother Fatima" We have guests...Mir Ali: We have guests. Asrafil: A passer-by; he has narrowed the way.Hamida: (with conce) how faded the color and style are.Mir Ali: We found her in the sand caught in a storm. She is on one side... her mule is on one side...Asrafil: I think it's aforeigner: (while drinking some water)he appreciates by shaking his head and hands.(He points to himself)Fujita*Fujita*Yokohamaand everyone repeats..."Fujita"Esrafil: It's a beautiful name; Maybe it is Indian.Mir Ali: It is possible that it is Arab because its color is like wheat...Hamida: Spreads the table (bread, yogurt, and watermelon) Aunt John: Eat until you're full; please - whoever is the guest,whatever is on the table, stranger: (with eageess) starts eatingMasaharu Yoshida: (in Japanese clothes)I Yoshida Masaharu, I am the first Japanese diplomat who came to Iran. I have been in the "vast" country of kindness for four months. My father was a high-ranking samurai. Before he died, he asked me to lea English... And I came to Bushehr by ship.Hamida: Take the servant of God to his caravan...Yoshida: (addressing the crowd): When I reached the caravanserai دوستداران محیط زیست فریمان ...
ما را در سایت دوستداران محیط زیست فریمان دنبال می کنید
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