Seal of love [story]

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The creature seemed to shake and burn. A cloud covered the earth. It was pouring rain, and the silence of the surrounding closet was broken only by the rustling of the drops and the terrible roar of the river. The animals were already in their nests, and time was running out. On a boulder by the river sits a gray-bearded, old-fashioned Zokir tractor driver; twenty or thirty paces away was his abandoned tractor, which had been abandoned. This tractor was given to the old man by the kolkhoz in return for his good work. Then he said, "Shall I strike your head with this cloth that will come to me in my old age?" - he wanted to say, but almost all his life he spent with this tractor and got used to it. When he came out right in front of the chairman and came straight home, his wife, Khadija, said, “You are not asking for a smaller khunajin instead. We could have led quite a bit until spring. You can't milk this killer, you can't put him in the market, ”he said, quarreling, quarreling, and you can put him down. The condition of the old woman, who filled your soil with light, is still unimaginable. What could he do? Destiny says… If someone leaves first, someone will leave this fanciful world later. A wedding that came to everyone. He sees what is happening to the head.

It's been a week since his grandmother buried Khadija. He endures it all, but…

… Only feels sorry for Khadija. He saw nothing poor. Even the village where he lived, the small Chekatashlak, did not turn into a bafurja. He said, "It's the army," and the other said, "Hartugul, go and see the paint." There was no harmony when he died.

Mankind must have been created that way. First my parents say, then my children… Gradually, when they grow old, they are left alone. The old woman and the two of them leaned against each other and could not come to their senses for a long time as they got used to it. At this time, the children are on their way… They are yours until they come out of your arms, and then they take care of themselves… Here is the eldest Dilmurod for a year, no tree q. He doesn't even know about his mother's death. Maybe he would have come if he had known?! ..

It does not stop as a state affair. Still abroad, still somewhere else. Where he did not go was the universe itself. Your father is a child prodigy, and he speaks seven languages.

Sometimes he feels sorry for his son too. “Don't you make your father's profession without raising your head ?! You will find your bread here in a foreign land, ”he thought. Who else knows what these young people are still doing.

Anyway, the average is fine. He often comes and takes the message. On the days of his mother's condolence, he wore a skullcap and a robe.

The youngest girl. She is very kind because she is a girl. His mother did not want to leave the poor man while he was alive. Even though the young family was overweight, they ran to their mother until they were empty. If only he had survived. May they all be happy wherever they are…

In those days, he himself was light and sad. Only that incident, which took place for the first time with Khadija on the banks of the Kara-Darya River, gave the old man a wonderful breath, sweet food and life.

… In the past, for some reason, he also liked to dream in the rain. Even then, the rain was accelerating and raging. On the shore, someone (ng) b (ch) was seen screaming and running black. From a distance it was not clear what he was shouting, but it was clear from his voice that he was a girl. The girl came, and suddenly froze where she stood, as if she had encountered something terrible. The young man stared at her in silence, not knowing how to compliment her. He, on the other hand, involuntarily turned around and started walking away.

"Where's the idiot?! .. You're going to be in the flood… Come here, come on!"

The young man got out of the tractor and started walking towards him, his voice screaming in anger. Holding his hand tightly, he began to drag himself towards the cabin. The girl involuntarily obeyed and went out of the cabin without saying a word. The smell of tractor oil wafted from the cab. Although uncomfortable, he settled into a chair. It was his first seat in such a place. He watched the young man's behavior with his body, a stranger in an unfamiliar place. On top of that, his youth and loneliness terrified him. He was still muttering something.

"Wow, you idiot." I was a wolf if I ate you. That's what I'm afraid of.

When the girl saw him coming out to her, too, like a defenseless bird, she moved anxiously from her seat and looked around. Sensing his awkward movement, the young man jumped into the rain-free side of the tractor without getting out of the cab.

The rain, though momentary, did not subside. The surroundings are empty, empty. Behind the endless fields, the village is faintly visible. The day is passing. We need to go faster… On the contrary, the rain does not stop. The girl was too much for him too.

The young man's mind was disturbed by the grinning image of a girl falling from the rear window of a tractor. Raindrops rained down on the girl's face, dripping down her cheeks. He looked at her unconsciously. The boy didn't pay much attention to the beauty, he saw the beautiful half face of the girl from the side. As if realizing the dream, the girl turned to him and showed all the beauty of the moon. This showy look burned the young man's body. The girl's sad eyes looked somehow mysterious. One feeding alone was enough to kill him. The young man was tormented by visal torture, and the fire of pilgrimage began to fry itself in its own oil. Now the madman's heart was soothed not by the rapid cessation of the rain, but by the raging of the ring. But the opposite was true. After all, how could this cruel celestial universe know that at that moment the fire of the soul in him ignited and strange feelings began to appear in his body. On top of that, the heavy rain began to recede, depriving them of a single bond that bound them together. He was in the throes of passionate fantasies with his whole being. It was as if some invisible force was taking over his mind, stealing his mind, as if kuch Oh, what a power it was to tie him without a rope and pull him like a magnet so'ng After a long time when he saw the girl coming out of the cabin, he felt that the rain had completely ceased, and was suddenly disturbed. These moments were dear to him, as if he were coming out of the net of the heart, not out of the cabin. The girl's eyes seemed to give a flash of lightning. The young man wondered if he would go to her or not. He realized now that what had bound the two together so far was rain, rain alone.

Again that supernatural force pushed him to go to the girl. It seemed to him that some ghosts were invading his heart and trying to take him away alone. Trying not to feel the tremors in his body, he approached the girl and stood in front of her, admiring her beauty for a moment. She was beautiful. Even Farhod, who had dreamed of being young, was more charming than the lovers of the Madonna in the books. Nothing comforted him anymore. Involuntarily, he turned the steering wheel of the tractor on the girl's flower-like fingers and touched her rough, awkward hands. For a moment, though, he felt the warmth of his heart pounding from the girl's hot body. For some reason he could not pull his hand away. He just stared at the ground and drew different shapes with his eyes. The young man imagined to himself without seeing her eyes: black, blue… Couldn't. It was as if they were unconditionally expressing their love and affection for each other. She didn't want to let go of her hands. In doing so, they seemed to be separated from each other forever. Anyway, he caught himself and said:

"Are you leaving?" He asked excitedly.

There was no sound from the girl. He was like a tongueless angel. Not a word was uttered, and the man was captivated.

At that moment, a gentle breeze blew and ruffled the girl's hair. Then she raised her head and looked at the young man. It was as if his eyes met and his eyes blazed. There was no distance between them. As they breathed harder, their faces touched their faces. They were both in a state of absorption. How happy, unforgettable they are…

"I was watching!" The young man was embarrassed by the words that came out of his mouth.

"No need, myself!" The girl began to turn sharply. The young man was stunned. He stared silently, not knowing what to do.

Oh, these soft - resonant voices, sad words… If you only knew that life is sealed in the heart.

The girl walked slowly, calmly. The young man leaned on his tractor and watched her in a silent, insane voice. The girl who had become his favorite in his eyes was moving away. The girl's wet, rain-soaked jacket clings to her slender waist, demonstrating the beauty of her cypress body on the bar; as long as the night, and the wire-ink hair added to the beauty. Even later, in his memory, the last image of the girl was an example.

Infinite straw, darkness slowly began to cover the whole being. The young man was still leaning on his tractor, and the girl was getting smaller and smaller as she headed for the village. Eventually, the girl became a point of distance and disappeared on the village road. The young man had fallen madly in love with her.

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It was the only Khadijah he had given to that land. Now he was lost in the path of eternity, and his pure, eternal love remained only in the old man's broken heart.

The creature seemed to shake and burn again. The lightning lit up the whole earth and went out. The lonely, cold body of the old man lay beside the rock by the river, and the rain washed away the traces of love that had been forever sealed in his heart. It was the old man's last moments.

Author: Bakhtiyor Nuriddinov