Xoliqova Madina

Xoliqova Madina
It was one of those warm days of spring. Jasur woke up early in the morning and began to enjoy the sound of birds. He turned on the radio and listened to the news, all the broadcasts were talking about the terrible dust, strong winds, the great damage to the population. He began to marvel at this, and when he immediately opened the window he saw that a tree, which had become a monument from his grandmother, had fallen on his house. There was nothing left of the good mood of the morning, and his heart began to tremble.
When he went out into the yard, he saw that a large part of his house had also been damaged. His heart sank even more. Suddenly an idea came to his mind and his face lit up. Luckily once upon a time he had insured all his property, and his house was no exception. Immediately taked the picture of his damaged house, he sent it to the insurance company.
The insurance company covered all the losses and returned the house to its previous condition. But one thing still bothered him was the tree he had cherished, the tree he had planted with his grandmother, whom he had cared for with the pupil of his eye.