Khorezm branch of uzbekistan writers union

1980- 1981 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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PRAY 
Translated by Gulandam Saparbaeva 
Mum, I came.... Can you hear me, Mum? I came again.
Look, Mum, spring has come again. Do you remember, when spring came, I 
took you to the fields. You got happy when you saw the shining sun, bright sky, 
young green grasses. Do you remember, you made gratitude by saying thanks 
for the early snowdrops picked up by your grandchildren?!
Today... the snowdrops have grown on your grave. No, no, Mummy… 
I'm not crying. I know, if I cry, you worry. Just now…, now, it will pass. That's 
all... 
Mummy, in the morning, it rained. It rained heavily. You liked the spring 
rain…. Then the sun shined. Look, the sun is shining brightly…. 
Do you remember, you told me a fairy tale about the sun? This sun is shining 
brilliantly. Can you see? 
Do you remember, Mummy, you told lullaby to my little brother. I fell 
asleep with its sound. I also lied in that cradle. I could find peace from your 
lullaby too. What should I do, Mummy? I'm not able to tell lullaby. Do you find 
a peace, if I caress your grave... Here, Mummy, here... No, no, I'm not crying. 
Just now, just… it will pass. 
Do you remember, Mummy, you said once, just only once, by joking , 
‗Could you write about me? Could you write a book about me, my son?
I said ‗What can I write about you?‘ Please, don't be upset, it was an 
ordinary joke. Here is the same book.
No, I didn't write it myself. You wrote it. I‘ve just put it into the paper and 
distributed it to people. I want all mothers in the world to read it. I know all 
mothers in the whole world are kind. However, I want them all to be as you... 

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