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Cannot anyone of life, education ,
Ever o'rgatolmas him a teacher.
Rudakiy
By the way thinkers, life wise, everything is instantly put it in the eyes show. Opportunities gives good noxushlik also also from from someone gets, the more someone's mind while in the heavens. Life stops while it is running, is el, the same confusion as I grow weary of teacher education he does not.
Came to the station to stop the taxi, walked towards the car, standing before the most. I tell my husband to go sitting steering xaydovchi “Text”on to the back seat I took. Hello mo'ysafid the education of sitting in the car when he saw I'd give it gentle see alik's hands that can get it. Per qalpog'i who wear sports yigitcha “klient come any more” told our departure. Qirim was observed with the eyes of a father. Beard-moore mo'ylab when it comes to taste taroshlangan, sewn collectively from britain and nim gray, incredibly self-reconciliation chakmon standing in the beginning, margilan do'ppi bejirimgina copy; it was the detective in the same stand of hotirjamlik. How songs seem like pretty smell from the father.
Of the car radio taxi is taking to the guy looking for what the different waves of the ear tuyqus refer to the father:
– Otaxon you Sirpo'sh the father where do you go in?
To himself, my children!
If he wants to add more accuracy Xaydovchi:
– Sirpo'sh father's side-since on any street, those guest or do you live here?
– No my son he now to say to visitors, even if yo'qlab I want you to come my friends! Very Yigitcha stayed out of curiosity: – what otaxon sirpo'sh father at the cemetery, friends yo'qlagani people who will go to the cemetery, the more do I say to the guests?
– Friends, all the people there yo'qlaydi, borida also yo'g'ida.
– A lot of your friends?
– Children will not be I have a lot of friends but friends none of the thousands of too little, one enemy is too many” transplants. Your friends, don't do less the value of friendship!
– E-e-e to visit, do you say, father, – the guy's just as big a problem as it took to the bottom of rejoiced. Passengers lost interest again as it started to murvatini burayda radio; from the radio suddenly popular Bernesning Mark “tim dark night, vizillar indiscriminately over the desert...” with the words aytiladigan song started playing; I think was triggered as otaxon seem to be going with the right hand to hold the seat slightly forward from previous support sought, it is similar to listen with the whole body of the song. The guy turned again murvatni shekil the song suddenly stopped, started to hear various sounds from the radio.
– My son, now back to the song, let him hear, – the voice of stringent requests mo'ysafid realized was mixed in.
– E otaxon also bo'pti this song, so you guys are putting themselves!...
Back!, – now the tone of command clear in the voice-crisp sounded.
– Xo'p, the guy hastily-pisha murvatni turned the car bernesning pleasant salon of the voice began to spread. A support for mo'ysafid threw himself into the seat while turning out of my face before. Many of the same songs that sounded xaydovchi ikkimiz father has associated with my experiences, we would realize that here.
My eyes involuntarily to the father, hold the door handle, fell into the hands; his hands hard pinch the handrails from any other cause, whether or zo'ridan sertomir the excitement of taking hold, was going to pale white from the strain. This is where the thoughts of this dear man walking in tobda it's been a few times, had died, and the Russian lands, thick qarag'ayzorlaridami election of belarus, Polish or German blood with the qorishib mascara-black soil, or memories of lost friends from girdob-qidirayotganmikan?...
Finally the song ended, the startup got uncomfortable silence. After a while the broken voice of the father came:
– Thank you, blessing your life a top!
Gratitude was difficult to know the main singers or xaydovchi; mo'ysafid of hotiralar domida been vividly realized that out yet.
– Have you been in the war, daddy?, – silence yigitcha break.
– Yes I have children, and it's appreciated, I have seen war, don't you see! The war – trouble, falling to the beginning of mankind, many people quritmadi the bag, his injury stricken years is lacking.
– Then if you are in a fight where few were your age?
Hiyol kulimsirab father's face became even more radiant. Yoshgina yigitcha otalarcha than in the eye, sincere kindness ufurib stands, but how heavy is hotiralar no leave it, get away of sleep at night, who zalvor-seemed to speak of the responsibility of hotiralar suffered.
– About, you should be building himself kirganmisan eighteen?
– Yes, this year, in the summer if I have to pay eight to ten “prava” does not give you, father!, – fancier he has. – Tolerable, tolerable, even then I was yigitcha senday, and a call went out to komissariat day, mundoq’ a relative of the provision would also be the occasion xo'shlashga with the seed. On the other side until the same oderning from fergana to go come , hear Oderni you own ?, – o'smoqchiladi elders.
– Any city of the germans although they should be yes now!
– This is a large river in europe, germany is also central to the policy crosses. So Evropani was passed nearly the whole battle; meanwhile retail real manly men would die, many beautiful cities into ruin, yoshgina ten flower not a flower from the opening of the bev women, infants millions of orphan has become.
It may be difficult to exactly in-otaxon?
– In the war will not be no light, even a stepchild also, do yourself think of this, every soldier who fought edirish, drink, wear should need more armor, after all, who deliver them is, of course behind the front; while the only female of the beings behind the rest of the children. Now yo'yib economic difficulty is a breeze to strain, the same strain also does it have!?...
– Father, your orders, too, so you'll fight after all?
– Yes now, buck said to himself, the elders smiled, magnifying yigitcha meticulous to lowered.
How horrible to remember the past days with an internal intuition that this man is aware of what feel. “Today Sirpo'sh xilxonasiga ketmayotgandir father also avail, but the last man quroldosh long gone friends or something close to your heart. Charx kajraftor of what is not the beginning of this crop, dear. This tobda yoshgina full of mercy unless he knew to look with the eyes of xaydovchi it to “yes tirmizak, let your luck give your name to iloho, the difficulty see yourself, not walk, multiplied by” that blessed is like as if.
– Those of us in a strange land, whether sewing fight follow life walk our country is!?...
I guess the question sounded like momoqaldiroq; overwhelmed the silence around here, but this is temporary, the next is similar to the silence gumburlashgacha hobby; nervous as rainbow pulled the strip of parking outside the salon the sounds also seemed kirmayotganday. This is a question, dear the recovery of a man's life - prayer, faith, and finally he was challenged his whole life bearing. This is similar to a stone to throw at the past.
Qaddi seem to sink slightly as the old man, before turning to face out, eyes yashirayotganday the same, just own inner world of emotions to see someone berkitayotganday to stay. It was hard for a while, this time it's from the heart what o'tyapsiz his lifetime to last for the entire life of the shades to make it work tushyapdimikin of the doubt, at least once, which is everyone who gives himself to himself “ what I'm living for” that age-old question qiynayapdimikin?...
The past few minutes seem like eternity is going to stop time looks like. And finally it was the turn of the father, this a few minutes previous qaddi buk-old man, sitting at the other person in general. His qaddi yigitlarnikiday adl, how is in the eye of the grass sparkle. It's the traditional start, but more to himself, talking himself seemed, sounded like the words of the judgment:
 Own family, neighborhood-ko'y of the land, protect the people from insonlik, the guy is far from the land title, the sheep know, my son, your grandfather is also your fight, let his house, where we are the ones our women, who have fought for our country, let me know, but you told us that in a strange land, suffer how much suffering, because those also can give you can take our lands our mudxish this holy war has been reached, put his head due to a strange land unfamiliar to our holy ground toptamagandir azamatlar only boots.
The father was left to dwell for a little bit, although again continued
 Over our period of us right now, now senlarning gali, we have it so hard, if you need qonu undecided-this soul with mo’tabar country we have to protect our children we saved for you this fat you are to preserve them, may be applied to allah, let's give omadlarini!
Jimib it stayed hardened fringe hanging silence again in the meantime; but this strange silence, hozirgina his essence, being the essence of eternity with the content are affected, know it all, always keep in mind that it should convey the word from generation to generation that resonance-imaging is sounded.
Xaydovchi guy's grass quietly shaving the engine, the car gradually started to stop walking out from the station; other customers were waiting. The city is incredibly crowded car, in traffic, in one of the central streets go away, hands raised along the way xaydovchi passengers who sezmayotganday them the same, stop-and-such will go. No one to address our voice, the car finally located in the central block of the city beshbola sirpo'sh xilxonasining father came in front of the gate stopped. The guy suddenly fell from the car, with agile, although sitting on the side of his hand opened the door mo'ysafid:
– We have the father come here!
– My son live, baraka top, beshikast your ways always!
The elders from the car using yigitchaning gradually fell. Also the effect of inner voice in the machine I was falling.