(Story)
Old man went to the street in the morning. He came back soon to home. He threw his cane in his hand. The cane hit a young almond tree. The flowers became one with the earth. He was laughing at the stove the music rose to the sky.
Father white beard squinted and looked the sky.
“Astakhfirullah” he whispered. He sighed deeply. Do it to his heart
it didn’t fit. He took a couple of steps towards the house, his hurted leg
did not allow to walk. “Damn!” Cane aspired. He couldn’t take it. He gently massaged his leg over the makhsi. Old lady the value has passed. Children are the same as themselves what to do with the pain of their old father who is dragging his leg…
The old lady used to apply medicine to her feet every day. He didn’t know what a pain was. It’s been more than a month, old woman upset… In addition, she is lying on a blanket. No food, no bed for the old.
… How did he know that he could say “okay” that day?
that an old woman suddenly wears.
The old woman’s niece became the bridegroom. She said that “From my aunt, You’re the only girl left, you can’t go without leading the sheep.”
Man said that “Hey, old lady, let’s have some money, after all, both of us our age has gone to the same place, you see your children, themselves now they are restoring it… I won’t be upset with you… Leave it at home!
Having said this, the old man was in trouble. Old woman said that “You always do that, when you had your seed, you would lead calves, not sheep…
You separate people. You can’t stop the old woman from talking
was crying. – I have not lived with you for fifty years. What
did i gain, I didn’t get out of pain. Other than the house with the field
I do not know. I didn’t visit Samarkand and Bukhara like everyone else, only raise a child, get married, don’t dirty my old man’s collar, go home…
My day went by without telling anyone…
Let’s do it, what will those who heard say? – The father is angry and fighting gave let him hear… For once, my word is my word in this house
was it? No! In return for my service for so many years thank you, is it? It has been. I will not go to the wedding. I don’t go out.
I am dead. Stick to what you know…
How naughty are you, Son?! As usual, she is a middle-aged woman
Calling her daughter by name, she lowered her voice and said:
What kind of behavior is this at this age? Is that enough? The old man
approached the old woman. As long as you have these pains in you, with patience, you could say but you….
Are you the kind of person who knows what you’re talking about? Old lady snorted.
– Am I still not understanding?
If you had read and understood, you wouldn’t have said that.
The old woman didn’t say another word and went towards the lake at the foot of the yard. Old man
now he was arrested. But the old woman’s crooked waist and legs
seeing that the market had calmed down, he felt pity again. “For a trifle
I hurt my tongue… Children will bury you after you die. He will bring his pictures… Let the old woman say it will be…
–
But the old woman could not get up in the morning. Doctors: “heart
illness” they said. She couldn’t even go to the wedding. Her grandson is looking after her.
The old man turned around until he entered the house. Here it is again
that’s it. It doesn’t seem like it will go away yet. Father is silent for a breath kept, The old woman did not look at him and began to speak quietly:
The old man:
Dear, thanks to God, he gave you back… Put away your guilt… To us
it doesn’t fit, after all. If I look ugly in your eyes when I get old
If I did, tell me frankly, I’ll go where my head is…
The old woman moved her head thoughtfully and opened her mouth to speak but She did not say anything. Old woman: The father saw his grandson and stood up. “Often
Take care, girl, don’t leave me alone.”
Your father, who went out into the yard and breathed in the spring air
the knot of inexplicable confusion in his heart could not be untied. Eyes by themselves got younger the trees in the yard are calm as if there is a heavy burden on his shoulders
looked through. He looked at the buds on the branches.
“Even has no leaves, blossoms and fruits are over… Every spring the trees come back born What about humans? Both birth and death are given only once to him. How many sorrows, worries, disease. After all, the human child is satisfied with everything, for tomorrow and lives in hope”.
The father thought of the old woman again in the midst of such dreams: “oh, now, if he leaves the world complaining and not wishing for reconciliation…
It’s a shame if they have children…”
Days passed, the old woman got up and walked in the yard
The father’s heart sank when he saw it. “A thousand times to God
thanks! Even if it hurts, let it be! Let him stay behind me.”
The next day, he went down to the city, bought a shirt and a scarf for old woman and he saw at the beginning of the furnace…
Dear, that’s enough… If you’re not a bride. What ever walk on the ground after me… But if you’re not there, I’m fine. It’s going to be ruined, you scared me too much. Now… don’t try If you get the power, let it be what you say. Wanted I will take you to your place and play. Happy Navruz, thank you for reaching us.
The father took a shirt and a scarf from his heart and said: “Here it is, For you.
They have lived together for so many years, having been hurt for a trivial matter. She admitted that he hurt his old man’s tongue in vain
She noticed that his leg pain was getting worse from walking, but it suddenly went away. She didn’t want to get down and lose her dignity in front of the old man. And now
to the old man, who was also mumbling and shaking with a cane
his heart opened like salt. Taking the old man’s gifts in his hand,
rubbed his eyes: “my God, may your acquaintance be healthy.”
Enter the house, we will have dinner. Then medicine for your feet
we can’t go, you’ll be lying here…
In the father’s eyes, nature is refreshing, as if it has acquired a special beauty it seemed. The sadness that was losting at his heart was replaced by sweet, sweet excitement took over. And the street is full of festive cheer. Bring people to Navruz, the sound of trumpets calling, the joyous laughter of the stars, songs were playing, the sky was filled with various leaves.
Lobar RUSTAMOVA
Member of the Union of Writers of Uzbekistan.