Go, find a blessing

CHAPTER II
After about three hours of walking, we reached a topic called Tepaguzar. There it turned out that an old man grocery store had opened. From it we received Road expenses, travel equipment. Chunanchi: a pack of salt, two packs of prunes, six slices of bread, a strip, a loaf, two hollow pressed. All seven became buckets. Four buckets were taken away from the place where domla hid in the happiness of his upper nephew. We paid three buckets. After walking for about half an hour down the road again, we sat down for breakfast, breaking the melons, putting the carp in the middle, under a fluff, on the chewing lip, on the ground called a mirror. Between breakfast, domla introduced herself to us – - as long as our original was from Bukhari Sharif. Now we stand in the Pushtihammom of Tashkent. Grandfathers-grandfathers passed by very zabardast eshons. Grandfather Mercy also called "kuf“, they were great beings who turned the water upside down and opened the blind eye if they called” suf". It was rare for a man who did not give a man a buoyancy. We are also very right people by Mother. My own mother is now a big horse, who even opens the foil with freckles, loves with khipchin, writes a slice in a new ceramic dish and puts it in the oven, making lovers warm-cold to each other. A few years ago I did not get into the departure of my father's profession in hadegan, but also did some kind of shalaqlar. At first I found money playing as a bachcha in the juniors ' Bazaar. I also smoked cannabis-beans. And then I saw him kissing for a while. But as long as this craft does not fall on those who are bred as we are. One day I said I would stay in the crowd in Kappan. No, thank God, here I have now found my way and started my father's profession. In dalayidashtlar I walk as a living as a building, giving people a kuf-suf, ezibichki written, hot-cold. Since Father's profession is much, the unit is going to become two. Although I myself did not see a madrasah, but I made out my literacy. Even if I did not read it, I was smart. Prayer mascot with saffron, I can write my name member. Many villagers are enthusiastic about me. Some say "eshon Mail", Some say "snow brother“, some say” Mullah brother". My original name is Mullamuhammad Sharif binni Mullamuhammad Latif IB Ghavsil member. Here are the three of us now if we make a head from one side, if we do all the work together, before the land, if you say “Hadrat”, “Hadrat”, if I say “pirbachchalar”, if I teach you the tawazes that are characteristic of the Sharia, until the fall, the one of us is ten, and bisoti Bagal is full of orttirib, and our sheep is full, if you So be it, no one will call you as Mullah brother or Sharifjon brother at the time when there is no one. What we find-in the middle, we get four. Two contributions mine, one contribution yours. Whoever returns from the same vein, let him return from beti Qibla, Amen Oblah – he is akbar, - he said. We also read the fotiha looking at the annex. We were a little bit more salivated, the dust rose from the opposite. Dust was approaching us increasingly. Then we recognized the belly. A horse-drawn village was his own. The horse gave chopa and sprouted. Two bari of the rider's chop flew out of the suit and flew in the sail. Came to our top and stopped the horse arang. – Salomu alaykum, buldakalar, let there be a Jul? We also returned the answer to his greeting: "Alay, he has received", - we said. – Young men, "said Uzbek," do you have any dead juvotorgans inside of you who know the sharia of faith? Domla looked at us, we looked at him with a bow. Dumla put a scraping of his throat, pour the basket: - What would serve, staying found? We become Tashkent by ourselves, we are one of the eshonzodalar. We will be one of the mullahs zabardasts who saw the madrasah. Now, as it is time for vacation, we are walking in the villages with the air of tabdili. Both of these are from leash, – he said. This was very gratifying as an idiot who found Uzbek danak out of the alternative. - Wow, Knock, Knock, Knock! God himself jetted you. Where dare I say. Itself jaqinda has our nomadic pet elet. One of our seeds was a nutcracker. Jovib her soulful funeral arrow. Wow, my guilt has jetted you. Where Are we? Omon gathered the tablecloths. Uzbek fell from the horse and rode domlani on the horse. In the uchav piyoda, we began to go horseback riding. It's just a distant road. We took also a rest on one or two Earth. When we climbed to the top of one edge, a fort and a couple of grass appeared in the distance. Uzbek showed his hand on those sides: - Yard, those visible lead-our Ram. Enough of Hademay. And we arrived at the hour of resurrection. It turns out that the original residence of this nomadic Elat was left hundreds of miles from here, on the inner side of the steppe. It turns out that cattle, children, wife-successors also remained there. In the meantime, since death has taken place, it is believed that twenty-year-old young men, bare-handed, one or two old men, who were washed there and were not found funeral Bullets, brought the dead and landed here. All stood up to reach the “gurr"and gave us greetingtirib hand exchange. Lord: "Where Is The Dead?– - they asked. It's inside the Dead lead. In terms of the internal structure of the fort, to some extent, a herder was reminiscent of the Bay's sheep-covered Palace. In it-the walls with a bunda hole are solid, there is also a double pan-gate. But over time, the boards are rotting, the Husky suzse stands as it breaks. In the Middle Land of the fort there was also a pond, where the sizot was collected from the waters, and the middle was dug deeper. On the edges of the pond are pressed various puddles of grass. On the lip there were also one or two chews. It's in the mouth of a dead lead. To be honest, neither I nor I survived, nor the Lord had not washed the dead in our lives. Especially if I was a man, let alone the death of a man, I was even more afraid of the death of a cat. In the case of the Lord, he would try to show himself as if he had not washed anything except the dead for a lifetime. Step by step, he would read a whisper of trouble, blasphemed around and rub his hands on his face as if reading the Fatiha. But we knew that it was all a departure. The trick being done for “money-four kebab". Surviving with the sign of the DOM, he pulled the others out of the lead and asked for the shroud. Six gas Galar-kelmas brought an old piece of burlap. Then he explained to all who gathered: do not approach the lead until the Dead is washed and ready, do not bruise on this side. Because if you look at The Sinner would be azim. When the man comes to disaster. All went out. We fixed the gate, brought a big harsang on the back and made a tambourine. The Lord looked at us. We looked at the Lord. – What do we do now? Have you seen one of the two of you wash dead? - he said, Sir. – No, " we said. – I also did not wash. But I talked with these Uzbeks for ten questions. Money will be Oval if we do not wash. I'll take five rubles, two and a half rubles to you. – Well, if not, then you wash yourself, - I said. We entered the cell, where the Coward was lying dead. Unless the Eagles are lying down uzala. The foot side is open. Betiga closed in an old-fashioned crest. It turns out that the washer was left standing for a couple of days without finding, it was much more smelly. Ahead Lord, then survived, behind him I, behind us tisarila-tisarila we were pushing each other forward. Inside the cell, we walked with the tip of the foot, choking and choking, as the ghost of the dead turned around, and approached the dead. The survivor, who was going in front of me, threw himself back out of the fullness and made a voice “squeak”, he left himself. The dumla slipped back one, hardened in front of the kennel door. As soon as I looked at the dead, I understood the reason for the departure of the OMON himself. Looking with what eyes, the dead we wanted to wash was resurrected. He would have wanted to raise his head, shaking the collar, closed to the bet, without moving his legs. My heart was cracking. As I would run back, I stumbled upon the Omani, which fell on the ground, and the round Rose. My eye fell to the Lord. Its color is also erased. Read alliances, would creep himself and rest around. My breath was clogged in my mouth and I stood up in the soul. I went out on the stage of the lead until I ran. I would turn around behind me as if I were chasing dead from behind. I went out into the yard and began to cuddle with a muffled and exciting voice.