Khorezm branch of uzbekistan writers union

qushtili
‘ sweets. As nothing happened, she 
went to the wedding and she did her best to serve well and quickly. 
In the evening they set a bonfire of trunks in the middle of the yard. They wear a 
robe, wrapped turban on Hakim aka‘s head whose face resembled Aunt Freckle 
blonde face and made them rotate around the fire three times and played loud music 
in trumpets and flutes.
Inside the house Aunt Zebi was playing her dutor, the women were playing 
controversy… Khodja, Toy, Vali, and I would dive among the women busy with 
game and fill up our pockets with sweets. Then, we played hide-and-seek in the dark 
corners of the wedding house. 
That day, I got up early yet I had gone to bed late. It was early dawn. I saw that 
there was nobody at home. It meant that they went to the wedding house 
Washing my face as a cat I also ran there quickly. Of course, they were organizing 
bride‘s greeting there.
Fortunately, I was not late to bride's greeting. Aunt Freckle's relatives and all who 
helped at wedding party were gathered the house yard. There were few men more 
women. However, I couldn‘t see Mum there. I called Vali with a gesture who was 
sitting on the stump behind the turned down cauldron at the back of the yard.

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At that time Otin aunt (who complained about Aunt Freckle‘s theft and went to 
the fortune teller's house with us) went out of the door by holding the bride‘s hand 
who was wearing white foulard shawl, a clamp inserted vest over her atlas dress. 
The bride's face was not visible behind the foulard. But the unknown woman 
standing nearby had keen eyes 
Oh, how beautiful she is!- she said in a bit loud whisper. – She is as pretty as a 
picture!
The blonde is lucky! – the other replied. 
Otin aunt cleared her throat and shout at the top of her voice. 
- 
Assalom alaykum, kelin salo-o-om!
It‘s bride's greeting, the bride gently bowed head. All over the yard the