I was in the second grade at school. My brother was in first grade. At that time, we lived in difficulty. I used to take my brother by the hand to school. One day, my brother said to my mother: “I don’t want to go to school, I will not go.” And my mother sent my brother to school saying “go, son, get an education”. I took my brother by the hand to school. We had a lesson at school. Answered from class. Then I returned home, and my brother stayed at school. My mother saw me coming from school and said: “son, where is your brother?”
I calmly told my mother: “My brother will come now, don’t worry.”
It was late, my brother didn’t come back. My mother and I looked for the house of my brother’s acquaintances. But my brother was not there. We searched for my brother for 1 month, it was February 20th. There is no place, no door that we did not look for my brother. But there was still no sign.
Finally, on March 21, the good news came that my brother had been found. But he was dead. I was scared when I saw my brother. Then we put him in the grave. My brother drowned in a big pond. But until now, no one knows how he fell into to the pond…
Urolbek Bekmurodov
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