Okay I’ll stay, in that case let Anorxon stay as well, said Sobir, if I don’t see her a day my heart burns to ash…

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  What is it?
  
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  Okay I’ll stay, in that case let Anorxon stay as well, said Sobir, - if I don’t see her a day my heart burns to ash…
  
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  Oh, new version of Farhod and Shirin! – cried Uktam with deliberately wide open eyes. – Are you going to do a heroic thing for your Shirin alongside the Sirdaryo river?
  
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  Leave your jokes!
  
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  You will go, prepare! – said Uktam firmly holding and friendly squeezing Sobir’s hand.
  

After two days at the time of the resurrection thirty people loaded themselves on to the carts headed to the railway station, where they should have taken train. Here Sobir, who is sitting next to Usarjon in the front cart, has already started a cheerful song out loud. Uktam and chairman watched and waved at them for a while as the carts go away through the dusty road.

Uktam came to Chaykhana and lied on a high outdoor patio, water flows under the patio and above was covered with tree leaves. Eyes of the tired man closed and quickly fallen asleep. After a while he woke up and felt a bit lighter and relaxed then touched slowly to his hand he used as a pillow and asked for a cup of tea. At first, the owner of the Chaykhana, Dadamat, brought some dark yellow fig in a plate.

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  They are from my own garden, try some said Dadamat proudly. Fig was as thick as bread, big and as soft as holvaytar.
  
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  Didn’t you have any watermelon? It will burn my stomach said Uktam as he stared at the fig.
  
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  This year my fig a little bit different. Try it, it tastes like honey.
  

After Uktam had eaten a few, soft and delicious fig his body got hot. Then he drunk tea and decided to do something to make the pitcher work. He saw old pitcher maker working on a new building, to keep grass in, and Uktam realized that breaks should be delivered to the kids garden construction side.

Old pitcher maker was – half dressed, strong body, skin burned on the sun lite and very narrow eyes, dry face, a bunch of reddish beard and was very skillful person.

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  Fixing isn’t required – said he without stopping. I can prepare breaks as strong as stone and as smooth as porcelain.
  
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  That’s great said Uktam happily. – But I need too many breaks do you think you could provide?
  
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  No problem! Mud is under our legs. If you give a few strong boys to help I prepare breaks as high as a mountain brother!
  

The next day, leading a few break makers, pitcher maker began to make breaks with all strength.

Mirhaydar called some masters to the construction side. It was a comfortable place close the collective farm with flowing water all around. Chairman made his arms back and showed the building area measuring with his big steps. From time to time masters, Azim and Sodiq, meaningfully twinkled at each other and listened to the chairman’s sayings and commands with careful attention and appreciation. Masters of this collective farm, one has beards but is short and the other has no beards but is quite tall, always worked together in any construction. They were good at building European and Eastern buildings. Older, very soft and cheerful Azim was good at constructing especially eastern buildings without wood and iron. Elder one, Sodiq was unpredictable and a bit rude, mastered making elegant difficult embroiders too. Well, how are you going to arrange and place those ten rooms? – Asked chairman confused. I don’t have time to look for anyone from the borough to do the designing things. Just based on your own knowledge and taste, build me a beautiful building, that’s it. The requisition is that rooms should be wide, bright, tall, cool in summer and hot in winter. Masters silently started working and made plans talked with each other by mimics. And then Azim started slowly explaining his own plans in a serious tone. He showed locations of doors, windows, ovens and some other details step by step. Chairman thought, asked for explanations and finally he found the plan good enough and turned to Uktam to know his opinion.

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  Good. But, it will be great if there is a beautiful and cozy hall in the meddle – said Uktam carefully.
  

Masters stared at each other. Azim immediately realized this drawback of the plan and slowly shacked his head to express his agreement. However, at night Sodiq frowned to Uktam from underground and said:

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  Is a show room also required?
  
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  Master, he is right. Hall is necessary, - said chairman, a bit angrily. – In the whole summer children’s hall will be here in this green Kindergarten. Hall will be needed to gather and play different games at winter times.
  

Master Azim laughed and said to his friend:

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  Master Sodiq, your grandchildren might get upset knowing that their master Grandad didn’t build a hall to play in, we need a better place though.
  
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  Where does your grandchildren play the “Chuchvara qaynaydi, acha menga bermaydi” in winter? – said chairman as a joking.
  

Masters were able to where to fit the hall as well with not much trouble, however, building got much bigger.

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  If you have that much construction materials, I’ll make the hall far more beautiful… - said Mirsodiq twinkling to the chairman.
  
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  If there is a desire anqo’s egg can be found, - said Mirhaydar with an emphasizing tone. Measure seven times before cutting down! Think about doing the job perfect master Mirsodiq. One last thing masters: pour it into your ears, there is much to be done in this collective farm but time not as much. A gangling and a dwarfish working together let’s see which matters more height or eagerness.
  

Masters made jokes to each other for some time and “height” was their topic. Like this, with joke and laughter, construction had begun. Strong men of the farm on the one hand started digging foundation for the building on the other hand beetling. Chairman gave orders for some time then called Uktam who had already involved in the work like he got used to, and went to field together.

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  If we are able to finish the cotton plan with extra crops, and be healthy, the next year I’ll build a building for birth hospital… - said Mirhaydar after a short walk. – It is very necessary. I’ve tested it for many times. Our women never want to go to the birth room in the city center. Distance is a bit longer. If our women gave birth there it would be a bit difficult for their relatives to visit them. Some women or their spouses still believes in old women of the village more than doctors. You know that the difference between those old women and the doctors can be compared with the distance between Earth and the Sun, even if that woman gave birth hundred times in her life. It has been a long time since I realized this difference.
  
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  Old sayings and beliefs is not less among people of the village – said Uktam. There are still people who are not serious about their marriages. We have started lectures, unfortunately, still are not being able to develop some exact rules yet… But I completely agree the idea of opening a birth room. Good dream, good aim. One room for library and another room for movies and theatre…
  
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  It is all going to happen. There are many young dreams in the old soul Uktamjon – said Mirhaydar with a smile. – However that’s all depends on the strength of the collective farm. It was possible to widen the cotton field for two to three hundred hectares. Farming is done increasingly by machines. But there are almost no empty lands are available in our borders. Only that hill has left… chairman stopped, pointed at the slope yellowed from the sun light, between green field. There was an acute slope behind it. About ten hectares can be covered from that thorn field… - said chairman keeping his hands towards that yellow slope. Thinking a bit, but it is only slope and hill, - said Uktam. Maybe there is a way to bring water through some sort of streams but does water stopes on that slope to water plants?
  
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  There we go! – laughed Mirhaydar. You are a good farmer, yet a bit young. You should know the language of the water. If know the language you can make some thousand form of the water. Uzbek farmers are wizards in watering. Uktam said “chairman is insane” to himself and decided to cover that slope just as Mirhaydar said. So what we have left now for the council? – Said chairman suddenly
  
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  To increase the fertility year by year! – said Uktam.
  
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  You got my idea didn’t you. Forcing the mechanization if we are able to increase fertility about two times in two or three years in the farm finish will be ours. Then watch how well the country will have become.
  
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  Our honest way is this. If we really need to develop we should think about high rate of harvest day and night. Root of growth and secret of blossom is it said Uktam happily.
  

Talking about improving the new field Mirhaydar didn’t notice that they had come brigade* six. Those two walked around this area, watched new grown cotton plants and then went to some other brigades. Finally, they discussed last step of looking after cotton plants and gathered all the brigades to a meeting.

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Despite of so much to do Uktam never forgets about construction even for a minute. Every day he finds some news, make jokes with masters Azim and Sodiq, trying to move the construction faster, does his best to bring construction materials in time. If anything lacks for construction masters call for him.

One day, chairman called Uktam and suggested him to immediately go to Tashkent and come back. It wasn’t expected, he opened his eyes wide and stared chairmen confused. Mirhaydar told him the things to be done in the center step by step, as usual, and finally said:

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  According to the news I received today trucks have come to Tashkent. Or will come. We are on the list. If your steps are blessed you will come back with a new truck, it would be good use to transporting cotton. Some of the people are quite ready to go to Tashkent but I prefer you to go. You are tired, so it’ll be good for you as well, to have some rest.
  
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  Okay I will be off tomorrow morning – agreed Uktam. After finishing the task I’ll walk around the capital and come back. It is also possible to settle road by tonight’s train.
  

Uktam watched his clock and went in to next room. Accountant unpleasantly watched Uktam through the glasses on his rough nose and started clumsily preparing the papers, money, he demanded. Nasimjon’s color vanished. He tried to hide his jealousy, handed some cigar, but it was obvious from his eyes.

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  Where are you off to? Tashkent? It is difficult to accomplish a task there, it requires experience.
  

Uktam burned a cigar and silently turned away. Nasimjon put his hands in her trousers’ pocket and went outside with a bit bended head. Accountant took a look at Uktam and immediately got quicker: on hand on the safe and the other on the shelf, writes and calculates. At last, made everything ready, squeezed Uktam’s with a smile, and said: “wish you a nice travel”.

Uktam said “goodbye” to chairman and come back home. When he came back home his mother sitting outside preparing a meal. She surprised and felt happier at the same time for he had come so early, because she almost everyday reheated the meal for Uktam.

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  Dear so how nice you have come earlier… Nothing better than eating a meal hot, - said mother.
  

Uktam looked at the meal that his cook mother was preparing and felt that he was hungry.