ویولن دیوانه الفارسية 1401

It was autumn and the weather was pleasant, at the end of the 19th century. In those days, there was a tall two-story mansion in Uppsala, far from the city center, tucked away among the green fields. The appearance of this mansion is not appealing and it can be said that it had a mournful color with its yellow walls. But the hairy tree, very full of leaves and freshness, climbed up from these sunny yellow walls, and the three windows of the second floor embraced it with a golden aura. This a pleasant and readable story from one of the most famous Swedish storytellers about a handsome, wealthy, and well-dressed young man who is deeply attached to his violin, so much so that he prefers playing it to anything else in this world but through one of his friends. It is learned that the financial situation of their family is declining and his mother is burdened with many loans she pretends everything to be different just to maintain her mental peace. The young man who is deeply attached to the family heritage decides to try to preserve it.