“Always keeping the heart pure is the most difficult task.” -Chingiz Aitmatov.
It was a moonlit night. The leaves of the tree were slowly rustling. It brought tears to my eyes when I remembered the hardships I went through in such wonderful moments, because I saw many difficulties in life. Sometimes there were days when I was my own teacher. i entered My parents told me to finish my studies, so they did everything for me. Months chased years, and four years went by as fast as water. Because I was a straight and simple person who was brought up in the village, it was very difficult for me to join my colleagues when it came to work. They are cunning like snake oil. and he was a liar. As life went by, I became like him. I realized in the last moments of my life that I painted my white heart black. Our history encourages us to be perfect, and I forgot my history and did not even look at it. I wish I could not find a close friend in this world. I wish I had thought of all this earlier. I would not be sitting on the edge of a dark room by myself. Now how do I answer my heart…
Avazbekova Ominakhan