The Summer of Beautiful White Horse
By-William Saroyan
Summary in English
This story as about two poor boys who belong to a tribe in Armenia. In good old days, the tribe was rightly proud of honesty and trust. Those two days were Aram and Mourad. For Aram, the nine-year-old boy, life was still a delightful and mysterious dream. But his cousin Mourad was known for his Craziness being alive. he was adventure loving. His eccentric ways were inherited by him from his under Khosroove. it was their family trait. The uncle was a heap built man with the largest moustache in the San Joaquin Valley. He was rash and furious on temper, very irritable and impatient. Whenever a problem was brought to him he would only roar and say ' it is no harm, pay no attention to it'.
One early morning Mourad tapped on Aram's room window and woke up him up. He was sitting on a beautiful white horse. It was an unbelievable sight. Aram fell for a while that he was dreaming. He Had been longing for long to ride. But they were a mystery how the elders managed to feed a family. But they were honest and proud. They believed in right and wrong.
Aram could see the lovely horse but wondered how Mourad had laid his hand on it. He couldn't have bought it and the only other means was to steal it. No member of the Garoghlanian family could be a thief. Anyway, Aram leap out of a window, He was willing to ride was not the same thing as stealing money or any other thing. It became stealing they offered to sell there horse.
Aram sat behind his cousin on the horseback. He himself didn't know the art of riding. Mourad sang as he rides on. He let the horse run as long as it felt like running. It reached across a field of dry grass to an irrigation ditch, past vineyards, and orchards. After a while, Mourad asked Aram to get down because he wanted to ride alone. He said proudly that he had a way with a horse. Aram also wanted to get a chance to ride along. His cousin obliged him.
Aram leapt to the horse's back. For a moment, the horse did not move. On Mourad's advice, he kicked into the animal's muscles. And it began to run down the road till Aram fell. The horse went on running. They managed to capture the horse in half an hour. The whole world was awake by then. Mourad was worried because he had to get the horse back to its hiding place. Truly speaking, he had stolen the horse. Every morning to the deserted barn. Aram still was keen to ride the horse alone. he wounded what sort of understanding Mourad had with it. he told Aram to want until he was thirteen.
That afternoon, uncle Khosrove came to Aram's house for coffee and cigarettes. Then came another visitor, a farmer named John Byro. he was sad because his white horse had been stolen a month back. Without the horse, he could not use his carriage. But he had walked ten miles to arrive there. But uncle as usual roared-'Pay no attention to it' And he walked away.
Aram went to his cousin to tell him about the real owner of the horse. He found Mourad providing first aid to a hurt young Robin. Aram knew that the horse had to be returned to John Byro. But he wanted it to be retained at least for six months for two weeks, the two took the horse out of the deserted barn and rode it. But every time the horse wild, threw Aram and ran away.
One morning as they were taking the horse to its hiding place, ran into the true owner of the horse, John Byro. Mourad went forward to do the talking. he repeated proudly that he had a way with farmers. Byro recognised his house. He locked into its mouth. There was no scope for doubt. Since he knew that family well, He let go Mourad and his horse. The following morning Mourad took the horse to John Byro's vineyard and put it there. The dogs followed them but didn't bark. Mourad claimed as usual that he had way with dogs.
That afternoon John Byro came to Aram's house in his carriage drawn by the stolen horse. He told uncle about a miracle. The horse had become stronger and better tempered. Uncle shouted from the living room that Byro should forget about the theft of his horse since it had already been returned
By-William Saroyan
Summary in English
One early morning Mourad tapped on Aram's room window and woke up him up. He was sitting on a beautiful white horse. It was an unbelievable sight. Aram fell for a while that he was dreaming. He Had been longing for long to ride. But they were a mystery how the elders managed to feed a family. But they were honest and proud. They believed in right and wrong.
Aram could see the lovely horse but wondered how Mourad had laid his hand on it. He couldn't have bought it and the only other means was to steal it. No member of the Garoghlanian family could be a thief. Anyway, Aram leap out of a window, He was willing to ride was not the same thing as stealing money or any other thing. It became stealing they offered to sell there horse.
Aram sat behind his cousin on the horseback. He himself didn't know the art of riding. Mourad sang as he rides on. He let the horse run as long as it felt like running. It reached across a field of dry grass to an irrigation ditch, past vineyards, and orchards. After a while, Mourad asked Aram to get down because he wanted to ride alone. He said proudly that he had a way with a horse. Aram also wanted to get a chance to ride along. His cousin obliged him.
Aram leapt to the horse's back. For a moment, the horse did not move. On Mourad's advice, he kicked into the animal's muscles. And it began to run down the road till Aram fell. The horse went on running. They managed to capture the horse in half an hour. The whole world was awake by then. Mourad was worried because he had to get the horse back to its hiding place. Truly speaking, he had stolen the horse. Every morning to the deserted barn. Aram still was keen to ride the horse alone. he wounded what sort of understanding Mourad had with it. he told Aram to want until he was thirteen.
That afternoon, uncle Khosrove came to Aram's house for coffee and cigarettes. Then came another visitor, a farmer named John Byro. he was sad because his white horse had been stolen a month back. Without the horse, he could not use his carriage. But he had walked ten miles to arrive there. But uncle as usual roared-'Pay no attention to it' And he walked away.
Aram went to his cousin to tell him about the real owner of the horse. He found Mourad providing first aid to a hurt young Robin. Aram knew that the horse had to be returned to John Byro. But he wanted it to be retained at least for six months for two weeks, the two took the horse out of the deserted barn and rode it. But every time the horse wild, threw Aram and ran away.
One morning as they were taking the horse to its hiding place, ran into the true owner of the horse, John Byro. Mourad went forward to do the talking. he repeated proudly that he had a way with farmers. Byro recognised his house. He locked into its mouth. There was no scope for doubt. Since he knew that family well, He let go Mourad and his horse. The following morning Mourad took the horse to John Byro's vineyard and put it there. The dogs followed them but didn't bark. Mourad claimed as usual that he had way with dogs.
That afternoon John Byro came to Aram's house in his carriage drawn by the stolen horse. He told uncle about a miracle. The horse had become stronger and better tempered. Uncle shouted from the living room that Byro should forget about the theft of his horse since it had already been returned
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