Khorezm branch of uzbekistan writers union

THE BOOK 
By Bekchanova Gulmira, Nodira Azatova 
 
I have my book published today. 
I used to dedicate the first copy of the book to my mother whenever I 
published a book. I always wrote the same words: ―For my first teacher – my 
Mum!‖ She blessed long, kissed me on the forehead, my lovely mother repeated 
the same words and her eyes sparkled with joy, and she repeated the same 
statement about my book.
- My son, you are my support!
Then she used to hide the book as if someone would take it away. So I 
knew that my mother was happier than me for my book published. 
One day I went to bakers who lived in the other side of neighborhood (I 
could not remember why I went). When I looked at wooden plank, I saw my 
book. The pages were scrabbled and turned yellow in the sun. I took it with 
interest. When I read I saw my autograph ―For my first teacher- my Mum!‖ 
I didn‘t know why I felt myself like that at that moment. As if someone mocked 
me. When I came home, I told it rudely to Mum. 
Did I give you the book to leave it away in a neighborhood seven yards far!
Mum smiled in guilty manner. 
Mavlu has asked, my son. She said she would read only once.
I see, it was handed by several times till Mavluda. 
I said with irritation: 
– You have boasted it. 
Don‘t worry, my dear son. I‘ll just bring it.
Actually, the book was brought on that day… She used to say the same 
words when my book was published.
My son, you are my support…
I didn‘t know that I wasn‘t my mother‘s back up, but my mother‘s mine. 
My mountain suddenly crushed down.
Today my new book is published. I devote not only the first copy, but also 
all the sixty thousand books to my mother. But ....
 

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