By: A’zamov Samandar
For every person, the village is not only a place where he was born and raised, but also a wonderful place where his soul is calm and his heart rejoices. Sometimes, it seems to give greenery to the eyes, the sound of birds chirping to the ears and the pleasant smell of grass, and fresh air to the human body. At the same time, the way of life and sincerity of the kind, clean village people is a world in itself.
First of all, for every person, there is a place where he was born and grew up, where his navel blood was spilled, where he realized himself and his identity for the first time, a dear place. It is called “Vatan ichra Vatan”.
Every time I finish my studies and go to my village, I feel a strong excitement. There are natural reasons for this, of course. There is no greater happiness for a person than meeting my mother Munis, my father, and my beloved livers, walking through the streets where I spent my youth and meeting my fellow villagers.
My village is called Katput, which is located in the Solim Fergana Valley on the border with the neighboring Kyrgyz Republic and is known and famous for its hardworking and hardworking people. History is embodied in every inch of the soil of this dear place, whose history goes back to the distant past. According to the elders of the village, the age of the village is about nine hundred years. At the same time, my village keeps up with the times and does not lag behind. In the village there are not one but two modern schools, 60 kindergartens, a village doctor’s office that fully meets the requirements of the times, various trade and household service branches, shops. Of course, all of this was created with the work and cooperation of the villagers.
The more I say about my village, the less I say. I love my beloved village, which is my dear and honorable Motherland. I am proud of him.