The house had seen births, engagements, celebrations, deaths. It had expanded like a bellows for every corner and then returned to its normal size. Some had departed, some had died but the grandmother always remained. Always she had sat by her piano and poured out her candid feelings into it.
BU ÜRÜN HAKKINDA AÇIKLAMA YA DA TEKNİK BİLGİ BULUNMAMAKTADIR
BU ÜRÜN HAKKINDA HERHANGİ BİR YORUM BULUNMAMAKTADIR