Taifas Literary Magazine No. 12, June, 2021

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Taifas Literary Magazine, No. 12, June, 2021
station, slowly drove towards the village,
which for many years has been eager to see.
Meeting with family and friends caused a
heartbeat. Inwardly, I endured a feeling of
anxiety. Turning his heart into a granite
monument and worn out for years, like a
withering flower with a dream not to dry out,
he dreamed of getting to the other side of the
Agstafa River.
Breathing deeply, drawing a pleasant
scent into the mud, he looked out the window,
trying to brand all the changes in his memory.
Suddenly I remembered the wonderful
moments left in childhood. He felt like a child.
One autumn day, being
taller than relatives, thin,
happily walked along a
muddy road towards the
center of the district.
Although his feet
were muddy, his clothes
were soiled, he laughed
happy, doubly glad that
his mother would buy a
new suit for him at the
collective farm market.
He thought, “I'll show my
classmates to see my new clothes. Although
my brother's white shirt had a worn collar on
me, my mother wrapped it in the opposite
direction and sewed it up, a little larger, with
new trousers. Bast shoes are still normal,
while you can get by. "
That same evening, putting on new
clothes, he showed everything to his father:
– Look, dad, how beautiful, - having said
with joy, he added. I love the color blue. "
Father, Amiraslan, examining his son
from top to bottom:
– Yes, sonny, fits well, only a little of the
trousers fall off at the back. You need a belt,
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”said the father, instructed his wife, Amina, to
bring his old belt.
Amina looked and found a belt in the
closet and gave it to her son. The belt fell long,
and my father cut off a part with a knife,
opened new holes in the belt with a small awl.
Brother Rahman stood aside and also
examined him. After that, the pants fit him. A
starched white shirt, as if it had just been
bought.
– Ahmed, son, how they suit you, - said
the mother, leaning her son to her chest and
kissed him.
These pleasant
feelings filled his soul
with delight. It was such a
feeling that no other force
could buy at any other
time.
The fact that he
would soon meet his
father, mother, brother,
life partner Gatiba and his
only son Huseyn seemed
to inspire him, and he
tried to fly. At first he
promised himself that he would not ask
anyone for anything. But he could not stand it
when the bus drove up to a strip of forest,
asked a person who was sitting and at one
time deserving respect, named David, who had
grown much older.
– Excuse me, uncle, where is Amiraslan's
house in this village?
The man looked with surprise at the
unfamiliar face:
– Son, you are probably not from here?
After these words, Ahmed did not know
what to answer. After a little thought, he said:
– I came to visit; - stepped aside his face
so that they would not suspect anything.
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