Khorezm branch of uzbekistan writers union

Nastoyashiy Sibir!-,
he said with smiling, I was in wonder. He poked his hand to the 
edge of sandal. Now I saw that my dad was carrying a small case. Having warmed his 
hand for a while Achinsk rubbed his frozen glass with his kerchief 
- Give me hot water, please? -, he addressed to my mum.
My mum just hurried to the kitchen for renewing the tea-urn.

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He took out of my brother's shirt and checked his lungs. He slowly shook his 
head. He was serious. Then he took a steel-case out of his suitcase. When he was 
filling the syringe with drug for injection, I thought that my brother might shout out 
bitterly but he didn't. He only cried a bit. I think he didn't even feel the pain.
- 
Nichego!,
- said Achinska consoling my dad.-Good boy, he will get better.
Indeed, soon after my dear little brother opened his eyes. However, when the 
doctor was doing second injection he cried out loudly destroying the dead silence.. 
But Achinska didn't get angry.
Vsyo, vsyo
- he said smiling. "The boys don't cry."
Then my dad sat down with Achinska on the edge of the sandal and drank tea. 
The talked about the war ended with victory and the forthcoming bread sufficiency 
and something else. Even if my eyes were nearly slept, I would keep myself as I 
wanted to know what the doctor would do next. Dad told the today‘s story in his talk.
Achinska got thoughtful for a moment and shrank his eyebrows. His quite blue eyes 
looked seriously. But he slightly but sharply shook his arm.
- 
Chepuxa!
They can do nothing. 
Finally, he made my brother drink the drug in a yellowish brown wrap. He left 
some four or five wrapped papers. When he was standing up, my father nodded at my 
mother. My mother went to the room and without hesitation, carried out a small tied 
sack.
Excuse us, please, doctor-, said my father handing the sack to Achinska. –Sorry, we 
have no money left. Achinska stood in a slippery sleeve and asked. 
What is this? -, he said pointing to the sack.
-Turks, - my dad said smiling and laughing. This is from Kantak apricot. Well dried. 
I dried it myself over the cane-grasses. Even one of them didn't fall down the earth.
Achinska pushed the sack back with his one hand not pulled into his coat.
Make the juice for your son. It lowers the fever. It makes your son fine.
Then my father began to plead to force him. 
Please, don‘t deny, doctor. I dried it with my own hands. I dried it over the tent.
Mom interrupted the talk.
You can take it to your 
Marga
, doctor, it is a gift. Achinska sharply shaked his head.
Make the juice of it for your son.
By saying this he wore his boots and went out. Father followed him in haste.
-May you be blessed forever-, mom said looking after his back. – May you live long 
and happy with your children.
Again there was silence. But it was not it as dead as previous one.
The next morning I woke up late. My elder brother went to the school, my 
younger brother was sitting down on the cushion on the edge of the 
supa
, drinking 
his milk and my father and mother were talking taking between them the tea-urn with 

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tapping water from its spout. The snow had already stopped and the sun was shining I 
guesses as the house was brightly light. When I just started to drink milk with 
hoecake, and my dog barked bitterly outside. The door was opened forcedly and 
Dalavoy appeared on the doorway. He was wearing yesterday's leather coat and 
wool-boots. 
My father and mother stood abruptly. My heart was gone knowing about the 
forthcoming fight. But there was no fight. Dalavoy stood at the door and smiled for 
some reason.