Lobarkhon RUSTAMOVA
The vast cotton field is swaying like a white sea. The golden rays of the sun, returning to its bed, play on the faces of the white, fluffy cottons, which the farmer raised as an example.
While I was admiring the boundless expanses of heaven, flocks of storks returning to warm lands, and the beauty of nature surrounding me, someone’s voice came.
It was you.
“Hey, good girl, you’re going to throw it away!” Go back.
I blushed. “If they fight.” You came to me before I took one step at a time.
– My sister, you look like an intelligent and understanding girl. After all, cotton grows from this one seed! The embers of the harvest are falling. You will not be blessed if you rush to see those who have gone before you so as not to be left behind. Try to clean it up. Your weight will also increase.
– Sorry, brother. Now I will type as you said.
When you said that, my heart was filled with sadness in your eyes. I took you so close to my heart that I didn’t even realize it. You’ve gone to other insects. I didn’t know then, did I like it at first sight? Your beautiful body, your tanned faces in the sun, and your pitiful rebuke have settled in my heart, as if.
The night seemed to drag on. I would like to see you in the morning.
I tied the hem in the morning and came to the end of the hem. Dew glistens on cotton leaves. As I pick the white cottons overflowing from the fields, I think about you. I look for you with my eyes. Finally, I heard your voice:
“Hey, a good girl, I didn’t hear what you said yesterday.” It seems that we can not punish.
A handful of cotton in your hand.
“How are you, sister, I didn’t even ask your name last night,” you said, putting the cotton on my skirt. I said.
– It’s a beautiful name.
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?” – You laughed.
– I know your name.
– Look at this, the girls’ information center works very well. Nice to meet you. But you type too slowly. City dwellers are like that. He has not seen the sun.
– I am not from the city. “It’s on the outskirts of the city, the village is ours too,” I said.
– Come on, give me the skirt. I’ll dig a little.
I was very, very happy in those moments. Because you are next to me. He would say funny things and make you laugh, but your hands would go from groin to groin. During the conversation, I learned that you are an agronomist and studied in Tashkent.
The cotton era has passed so quickly that I wish it would not end.
My friends are happy and reluctant to leave. I am sad only for me. I can’t see you anymore.
You called me in the evening. You were also kind of sad.
– Do you leave your patient without treatment?
– Are you a patient? – I laughed.
– It’s true, a patient suffering from love pain.
– Tell the truth, where does it hurt? I asked again.
– My heart. How can I stand without you?! – You took my hand between your palms.
“Have no choice ” I said.
– May I go and write a letter? Don’t fight?
“No,” I said, as if I was being separated from the closest person in the world, my heart ached for some reason, I couldn’t help myself, I started crying.
– I will wait for you.
Sorry, I received only one letter from you. You wrote that you will definitely come. And then l spent one year of my studies with your imagination. I was a third-year student of the medical college.
Finally, we are in cotton again. I wish I could see you now and pour out all the bitter and bad words in my heart to you. I’ll show you how to make fun, how to laugh at love…
It’s been a week since we arrived and you haven’t been seen. I was impatient, I asked. Did you hear me, Dad, I rushed out of the room.
– No, no, it cannot be. No. Do not dead. He is alive, he is alive!
I was in a strange situation. I was going to the cemetery while leaving. I found you – your grave. In my opinion, you were always alive and laughing in the image inside the stone. I couldn’t stand it, I cried.
On the day of that terrible incident, you came to the shed and smelled the soot. You rushed to the place where the cotton was harvested, it was burning. You started to turn it off when it was still alive, and you didn’t notice the broken electrical wire lying on the ground. You saved tons of wealth…
I still can’t believe it. You will always appear in my memory. You live in my heart.
While picking cotton, I hear your voice:
“Hey, a good girl, don’t do anything.”
I’m looking for you, looking for you, and at first you’ll look like you’re laughing with a bunch of cotton in your hand.
– You left so much cotton, sister.
I hurry to get to you, so as not to lose again. I run through the hills. And you keep moving away, moving away…
– Stop, don’t go, don’t go!!!
I hear your sweet voice that burns my heart.
– Don’t you treat your patient? I’m sick of love. The pain of love…
My heart is in pain. Tears fall from my eyes. From Ohla-rim, the cotton fields are swaying like the sea. I will join the white, white sea.
SORRY
Someone knocked on my window. Is that you?.. I jumped out. I looked for the gardens, ran to the canal. But… I couldn’t find it. My body aches from the bitter pains of separation, pressing on the bad situations lying on the earth’s bosom. Tears flow from my eyes from the blows of seperation’s dagger. “What, is this a delusion? Is it not you who clicked on my window, but the wind? I remember… It was autumn. You knocked on my window.
– Get out. Look at nature. Shall we go to the garden?
– I am checking the written work, let me finish it.
You entered the house impatiently:
– You are wonderful! If I tell you to rest, won’t you agree… – You took my pen.
“You don’t understand that my work is extremely necessary,” I complained.
– I understand, I’ll take a look later. And now I want to talk to you for a long time… If you know more, I’ll fly on a donkey.
“Oh, my dear, what’s wrong with the stallion, young boy?” – I laughed.
– You know, when you are old and grumpy, you brag to your grandchildren that I flew in a rosy pony when I was young.
“You confirm, don’t you?” – I say looking at you.
“That’s right,” you say and draw a sad smile. – You still miss these days. Then do not regret!
– Why do you say that? – my spirit falls.
– After all, we are not tied to life. But your presence, being next to me is a world of happiness for me…
I left behind you. I searched for it. But I can’t find it. Now I’m sorry… I’m looking for you, your lovingly nurturing eyes… I want to talk with you, fly on a donkey. But…
Lobarkhon RUSTAMOVA
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