Taifas Literary Magazine No. 12, June, 2021

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Taifas Literary Magazine, No. 12, June, 2021
Tajikistan, his 2 stories in belarus were
published in magazine "Metamorphosis" in
Belarus in 2021, his story “Plane and a piece of
wood” was published in English and Ukrainian
in international magazine "Solnecniy qorod"
in Kiev, Ukraine, his stories in Russian were
published in the North American Writers'
Union's online magazine "Tvorçeskiy zal" and
in literary magazine " Avanqard " in Donetsk.
He is married, he has a son, two
daughters and a grandson.
(story)
A Plane tree and a plank
They cut the wild
nut tree in the forest.
After they cut off the
branches of it, they
shaved its trunk on
planing machine. They
made doors and windows
from the pieces of plank.
The workers loaded
the wooden materials to
the lorry and brought to a nice house. After
some time the doors and windows of the
building were made, and decorated glasses
were cut according to the size of the window
frames. When the frames were painted with
red paint they began to glitter under the
beams of the sun. That house was seen very
nice! The people passing by stopped at the
house and enjoyed from watching at the nice
building.
A plank which had once been a wild nut
tree in the forest and then had turned to pieces
of wood watched the high plane tree the top of
which could reach up sky. The plank looked at
the leaves of the plane tree enviously and was
pleased with its trunk. After a momentary
silence it turned to the plane tree.
“Hey, plane tree, all who see you praise
your beauty, grandiose and your shadow. If
only I were you! ” said the plank.
The plane tree was lost in thoughts, the
words of the wood dispersed its thoughts. It
looked in the direction from where the voice
was heard, looked at the wooden frame and
asked.
“Why do you ask, plank? I wonder why
do you say so, aren’t you pleased with your
case? ”
The plank stared the
plane tree sorrowfully. It
was so sorrowful, that the
plane tree began to calm
it.
“Why don’t you
speak? Tell me please
what has happened to
you?”
“Once I was also a
high tree, my top could
touch the clouds. I was
charm of the forest. The nightingales settled
on my branches, the children played in my
shadow, the people laughed near me. What a
pity, I can’t live those days anymore. Now
there is no sign of my old charm. I have turned
to an ordinary plank.”
When nut tree finished its talk it sighed
deeply.
The plane tree shook its head.
“Hey, plank! Are you grieving for these? I
was surprised what has happened to you Don’t
grieve! Do you think all the trees will remain
where they are? Even the Mother nature also
changes its appearance. The seasons of the
years replace each other, the nature is lost in
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