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Taifas Literary Magazine, No. 12, June, 2021
did not want to return home, but longing for
the Motherland, to see my relatives and family,
my village, this dream took up. Believing in
Stalin's call for amnesty, he decided to leave
Germany. I lived in a remote village in the city
of Dresden, the owner of the mansion insisted
that I not leave, found myself a family, and for
this they would provide me with the necessary
help, then you will repent. But I am not
believed him, disobeyed his advice, and
returned to the USSR in 1946. I was arrested
at the border. Over the years, I had to endure
when I saw my family and friends. At home
they knew nothing about me. He covered a
long way to Baku. Once
again he was
overwhelmed by the joy
that he would see his
relatives. I thought that he
would forget all the
torments and, like others,
live a calm life.
– Well, son, we got
there! - said Uncle David.
Ahmed was
suddenly startled. He
raised his head and
looked at the old man. The old man was
waiting for him to get off the bus.
– Look, here is Amiraslan's house, the old
man pointed out.
– Thanks! - Ahmed said somehow.
Leaving the bus, I waited for it to start. I
didn't want to go home any more. I thought
that all ties with his home were cut off. He did
not want to destroy his wife's new family.
True, he was very nervous, endured anxious
moments. In the depths of his heart, he also
thought that everything that happened to him
was fate.
Suddenly, independently of himself, he
cried violently. Tears flowed like a mudflow,
remembering childhood, youth, a brief family
life, he stood in front of his home. Covering his
face with both hands, he sobbed all the way
until his heart was relieved. Then I came to my
senses a little. So that passers-by would not
suspect anything, he took out a handkerchief,
wiped away his tears and looked attentively at
the house. The house was the same, except
that the walls were whitewashed, the
windows were painted, and the house was
covered with ceramite. The stall for livestock
has not changed, the chicken coop for poultry
has been slightly enlarged. The canopy boards
were finished by him, the vineyard was
planted by himself. A
wide-leafed vineyard
covered the surface of the
canopy. A counter and a
table were placed below.
The mulberry tree
planted by my father
sheltered from the sun's
rays. He recalled how,
bending a little tree
branch, ate tutu, sang
songs, rejoiced with the
guys.
Tears appeared in his eyes from sadness,
looking at the trees, he did not want to leave.
He saw the roof, which he himself built for
stacking firewood, when he was in school, he
remembered how he wounded his finger then,
hammering in a nail with a hammer. His father
scolded him for working alone, advised him to
ask his brother or friends for help.
Then Amina, calming her husband, said:
– What do you want from the poor child?
The firewood gets wet in the rain and snow, so
the boy tries not to get wet. Father said:
I'm nervous because he works without
help, and this job is not for one person.
Amiraslan raised his hand up, no sound. He
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