Late pigeons. Bakhtiyor Raximovich Sharipov

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СКАЧАТЬ in baking bread. The bread she bakes become a piece of art. There exist a lot of generations of bread bakers. Khamida is the 7^th generation of bread bakers, and she has baked bread for 40 years. Thanks to their business they built beautiful houses, organized pompous wedding parties. Now her children and grandchildren are continuing her business and Khamida just controls them.

      Samarkand bread, named Gala Osiyo bread, is famous all over the world with its taste, weight and elegance. The tourists coming from foreign countries get astonished as they see Samarkand bread and define it as one of the seven wonders of the world. In fact Samarkand bread has been well known and famous throughout the centuries in the Great Silk Road. Tradesmen,who started in a caravan, would bite a piece from Samarkand bread and leave the rest at home in a good hope to come back to Samarkand safe and sound. After a year or two, or even five years later, when he came back home he would eat the rest of the bread hung on the wall. Regardless of time this bread doesn’t lose its taste, if the dried bread is soaked in water it will become soft and eatable.

      There are a lot of legends and myths about Samarkand bread all over the world. A tourist, who visits the Registan Square – the symbol of the city, becomes astonished by its view, and wishes to taste Samarkand bread, as well.

      Bread is consumed on daily basis and praised as a blessed boon. Whenever a guest comes home we place bread on the table first of all. Although it is carried in a basket it is liftedto the head. These traditions show Uzbek people’s respect to bread.

      One day Khamida came to Raykhana’s home and complained that her daughter couldn’t catch up with selling bread in Siyab Bazaar, she came to ask Raykhona help her in sales. Masturakhon couldn’t reject her. Late tonight her daughter came home with some money in her hands.

      “Whose money is this?” – she asked in a surprise.

      “Mine!” – Raykhona replied in a triumphal tone and added: “Khamida gave this money as my salary for today!”

      Like this Raykhona started helping Khamida in sales of bread. She has an easy hand, everyone wants to buy bread from her, not a single bread returns back from the bazaar. Masturakhon objected to her daughter’s selling bread in the bazaar.

      “Stop selling bread, what do you miss?” – once she said to her daughter.

      “I am idling at home, mommy, is selling bread embarrassing? The money I earned I am using for myself, buying books, I can give you as well…”

      “I don’t need your money, just stop it. You are already a big girl, every day we have guests at home regarding you, and it wouldn’t good if they say that you sell bread in the bazaar…you see me?”

      “Their tongues are not subject to them, is a person selling bread not a good man? Furthermore, I am always before the eyes of everybody. Have you heard something bad about me?” – Raykhona asked.

      “No, no, my darling, I am just worrying about you… Just want to say…you’d better take care of yourself…my girl!”

      Although her mother warned, Raykhona continued selling brad in the bazaar after her lessons, and used to do her lessons till midnight. And then she would sleep after a tiresome day…

      A father and a son may not tell their secrets to each other in a family, but, on the contrary, a mother and a daughter can trust each other. A daughter learns many unspeakable things from her mother, tells her secrets to her mother and gets many useful advice. Masturakhon and Raykhona were of the same kind of mother and daughter. Once Raykhona told her mother about Otabek after having hesitated a lot. She told about the first meeting, about his smartness, but she hid that she had fallen in love. It was because of her shyness. But the mother understood everything.

      “Daughter, you are our only child in the family, forget about Tashkent, you know that we have a lot of smart guys in our neighborhood, each one smarter than the other, with wealth families. Will I have to seek the way of Tashkent every time when I want to see you?” – Masturakhon reprimanded her daughter. “Now a family from Kircha is wooing you to marry their son, their son won a Green Card Lottery and in America now, and working as a lawyer there. They say he erns thirty thousand dollars a month. I would have married you to him, but America is far away, if you go far from me, I will not endure that…”

      “Mommy, Tashkent is not far away. If you catch Afrasiyob train it will get you there in two hours…”

      “No, I will marry you here, in our makhalla. Do you know shop holder Ato? He has more than 10 shops in Siyab Bazaar. They also reauest you for their son, if you agree you can meet him, and we can make the deal with them…”

      “He hasn’t a definite job, he spends all he earns in the street, do you want to spend my life with him?” – Raykhona said sorrowfully.

      “OK, then. What about the grandson of the Valikhodjaevs. He is good guy. He knows five languages, travels to 3-4 countries every month. He has done his PhD…”

      “No, I will not marry him. I do not like being buried in the books…”

      “You keep rejecting everybody I say. What have you seen in that guy from Tashkent? We don’t know him, his relatives. Your father will not agree, as well. There is another guy from the neighborhood. The son of Academician Vohid Abdullo’s sister. They also want you. We can start preparations if you consent.”

      Having seen her daughter peeling at one point Masturakhon went out of the room being upset of that her daughter wasn’t hearing her advice.

      Raykhona also doesn’t want to go to Tashkent, who wants to go far from relatives, friends? But life has its own rules, precepts of hearts and dreams. Does love not mean marrying a person who you adore, having kids from him, living with the beloved person? Raykhona entered her room with these thoughts and murmured to herself: “You stand between two fires, Raykhona”. She put her head on the pillow and went asleep.

      The next day her mother told her daughter’s story to her father. He didn’t object, but said: “Of course, I want my daughter be with us, but if they suit each other we should not hinder. We have to investigate about the guy’s family.”

      “You are also on her side, instead of making her change her mind!” – Mastura said angrily and continued: “Tell her that Tashkent is far, instead, there are a lot of wealthy families here, as well and so on… Your daughter won’t reject you.”

      Tonight Masturakhon told her father’s ideas to Raykhona. Her father agreed the boy’s relatives come to ask her daughter. It doesn’t mean that he agreed. First of all, we will get acquainted with his parents, their behavior. We will go to Tashkent and get information about them from their makhalla. If their generation and family suit us then we will consider about our reply. Raykhona also agreed. She knows that her parents are educated people, and that they will do all their best to make their daughter happy in life.

      In their next date Raykhona old Otabek that her parents are ready to meet his parents.

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      Otabek finally told her mother that he liked a girl from Samarkand and told everything about her. Will you please go to Samarkand to ask that girl for me. Of course, his mother didn’t like that suggestion. Why Samarkand girls, when there are girls of Tashkent, like moons shining in the sky. Besides, we are from a noble family, and it is not our tradition to attach to the first girl we see…

      On the contrary, his father didn’t find it strange. “That’s my son! It is not an easy deed to find a girl from Samarkand. I couldn’t do it once, but you managed it.” – his father said pushing his wife’s nerves. “Ah-ha! СКАЧАТЬ