While Sherzod thought these things as he climbed the gift into the train window, running under the clear sky, his heart came to Junbish from a sad feeling

While Sherzod thought these things as he climbed the gift into the train window, running under the clear sky, his heart came to Junbish from a sad feeling.

All the work turned out to be what Sherzod expected. About an hour ago, when he was sitting on a bus that was going to “Tiniqsoy”, he had all the evidence in his hands: he at first wanted to go straight to the his village, but then he thought and returned from his mind. He had breakfast with sour cream in the tea room near the station. Then he went to the district center and entered the hospital. Raised archive. What was said in the letter of Azimjan was true. Sherzod got an copy from both students' sickness lists. Then he met the people's enlightenment of the district. The district manager first took himself to ignorance, then it turned out that it was really wrong to reduce the course of one of the most experienced teachers in the district, in this work, “Tiniqsoy” was forced to admit that the chairman of the collective farm had a hand

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Sherzod got off the bus at the beginning of the street. On the two edges of the street lay a shadow of leaf-plucked fibers, the village was quiet. Sparrows at the head of the willow are solid chirps, the time has exceeded the flounder: affairs in the field must be warmed up, streets are empty. Only far away on the school side could hear lots of children's joyful noise. When he came to the low door on the side of the Easter wall, his heart stopped for a moment filled with radiant emotions. The boards of the carved door made of mulberry wood were cracked, the iron was spread over the iron ring and thinned. He let go of the ring to knock on the door, according to the habit he learned in the city. He pushed with the his palm, the door opened squeaking. Sherzod entered the yard enclosing the threshold.

The slate roofed house, which was modernly decorated on the side of the door, looked like a white glow in the sunlight, with a low house with a muddy roof at the foot of his opposite courtyard, the patio was darkened. Sherzod's childhood passed on the porch with that house, the new house was built when he studied at the institute. Yard levels are flat, cleaned and swept, a series of sequins in the skirt flaunts a bruising sun on the shoulder straps, from it the leaves of pomegranate fire color planted in the order of beriraki quiet beans, two bush figs in the corner of the courtyard were grown. Sherzod saw his mother passing by in the yard among the blue onion feathers. She threw a green handkerchief on her head, dressed in a black rag, bending over, so that the navel looked like a side was small and crumpled.

Sherzod walked two three steps, could not bear. The joy was thrown out of the chest with a call of mixed excitement.

- Mother!

His mother's heart felt the wave of excitement in this voice. She looked as if he was surprised, turned away from his sitting position and froze for a moment

- Wow!- said she while standing up.- Wow, Is it you, dear son.

She fell on two or three palms of grass feathers, which she had gathered in her skirt with a straightening.

Sherzod ran until his mother came out. His mother was hugging him, his head did not even reach Sherzod's shoulder.Her kerchief slid from her head. Then Sherzod suddenly noticed that white in the hair of his mother is very abundant.

-“She will cry now,”- Sherzod thought with a sigh. –“Of course will cry”. No, she didn't cry.After Sherzod bent down, she kissed this face from his face.A dear smell, which irritates the heart, came to Sherzod's beak - it was the smell of dust.

Your eyes are blinking-said her mother looking at Sherzod.-Were you sick? My dreams are bad...

Although Sherzod did not inform the hospital that he had fallen, the mother understood what her heart felt one.

-I am healthy!-he said with a smile.I came by train, I could not sleep.

-Come on, baby!

Sherzod followed his mother.His mother was limping because of his mother was sitting on moisture and her leg was crumpled.Sherzod again noticed that her body was getting smaller and her hair was very pale and he began to shudder.

As soon as they entered the house, his mother overthrew the throne. She folded many satin, velvet blankets and placed them on the bed opposite the window.

“Blankets for holposh's wedding”- thought Sherzod, watching the mom pose for a place in a hurry. He again remembered that his sister's wedding was close and that he should be head in her wedding.

-"Is Xolposh in the field?" - said he, do not know what to start the sentence.

-“The sowing is done, but there is still much to do. You know the chairman, baby. If he sees a man standing peacefully a moment, he will be anger”. The mother sighed and breathedt then threw the pillow over the bed. An irritated man, whom all call chairman, came to Sherzod's eyes. His mother's words are true. Chairman is a jittery man.

His mother gestured to the bed.Take some rest, baby, people will come after hear that you come.

As soon as her mother left, Sherzod sideways across the bed and inspected the house. There was a picture of a boy wearing a skullcap, a black suit, with a girl wearing a satin dress under a plywood roof, the picture was in a gold frame.it was a photo of her father and her mother posing in the wedding. His dad had passed their wedding after returning from the war, when he had deliberately gone to Fergana to bring this picture.

The glittering copper cobblestones on the shelves, the clowns, the old carpet on the wall, and the clock on the wall were all dear to him. Only in the corner of the house a new closet appears. An elegant chandelier with a double lamp is hung on the ceiling. Sherzod smiled. Kholposha's dream is beautiful. Then, in a gentle silence, his body cheered and closed his eyes. Outside turtle-dove sings. His voice seemed to deepen the silence as he reiterated the gentle calm in the room. Sherzod turned to the side of the window and swung the curtain.