Death in Milan

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… The blood of the stabbed man who fell down in the middle of the street mixed with the water and made a hole in the asphalt surface. Chokhdani did not live like this in Baku. The raindrops hit the roofs of the houses and the windows.

The day after the bloody day of January 20, 1990, such an ice-cloud rain fell on the city. Arif was afraid of the subway on January 20. He called that the road should not fall from these sides, he lived the worst part of his life in the dark January evening of 1990 in the square near the subway. He, like hundreds of others, appeared naked in front of the Russian tanks. We saw the bird hitting the wing, and their faces were satisfied. There, Arifin's face glowed a little red. He screamed like a madman, and then his voice died down for a while…

The stabbing, the blood-stained red faces of the Russian soldiers haunted Arif like a nightmare…

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Kebab chef Nadir once a week, on Fridays, gave a lecture at Eyu Mosque. Vidana Rahat brought them to him, and this is his duty to be a Muslim. He didn't fast, he didn't pray, but he used to go to the mosque every Friday, and he would earn a hundred rewards in the world.

Once a month, he gave a "minister" to the office worker – this was his civic duty. So, he was considered one of the most exemplary people of the old neighborhood, he did not smoke cigarettes, did not drink alcohol, did not commit fornication, did not indulge in adultery, and gossiped like a wife. I don't know what you want. What kind of people are they?

Eyu received a blessing from the mosque and a "dobro" from the representative of the area. Children lived by themselves. It was one of the most famous kebab shops in the city – in the old neighborhood, both the old and the young kept his wife and were proud of him. Nadir did not miss the good and the bad of the neighborhood. He knew his place, himself, and his words in the world.

Kebab chef Nadir did not receive formal education, he came to evening school after the eighth grade. He had a special affection for the intellectual people, – everyone knew that. Scholars, poets, writers, artists used to come to his Khudmani kababhana. Among his regular customers were big people, even ministers.

Nadir earned a living by cooking and selling kebabs, he had a wife and children. When his son Zakir was born, he had no wings to fly, if he had wings, he would fly. The city of Uchub was hit by a cold period. The day the child began to speak, he promised himself that this child would not become a kebab maker like his father, he would study well and get a higher education – he would wear a black suit, a loose shirt, and a sleeveless tie.

He fulfilled his promise, he kept his word like a man . The boy Insafyan came out with his own skill. Kebab chef Nadir educated his son at the University of Economics.

When he had time, he used to visit the University of Economics. When the students left the class, he would secretly follow the boy, and this handsome, tall boy would follow them to the cafe with his friends. Then tyalam-tyalasik evya duncrdc – today yan hoshbyakht people them.

On such happy days, Nadir, the kebab maker, remembered his childhood and teenage years. His childhood years were spent in the war years, in times of war and murder. The father is in the war, the mother is in the rear… Five children… Nadir grew up with one stomach and one stomach.

"May God bless his shields !" My children have become orphans", – the mother cried, kneeling on her knees. When his mother died, Nadir complained about his poverty. He couldn't do anything, he wanted to join his mother and brothers. But she gritted her teeth and shouted. Oh, the house is full. No one can…

Nadir was born in the old neighborhood. He spent his childhood and youth in this neighborhood and grew up in this neighborhood. In this neighborhood, the weight of a man's word was very heavy…

Nadir, the kebab maker, did not eat, drink, or eat as usual, he sweated at the top of the barbecue, his son Zakir asked. Zakir was Zakir too – he was not a child of this neighborhood, he did not mix with anyone. He came to the university, sat in the library for hours, and sometimes he went to the movie with his fellow students. After the exams, they would "have fun" in "Sarin" or "Nareiz" cafe.

Evdia Zakirin got his energy, he put a small table in front of the window, there were always books on the table. A picture of a bell hung on the wall next to the picture of his grandfather in battle. He listened to religious music on the "Vesna" tape recorder, and did not leave the house after nine o'clock in the evening.

This is how Zakir, the son of kebab maker Nadir, successfully graduated from the University of Economics. He worked at the Baku slaughterhouse. Isha Dzyaldi said that they sent him to this factory by appointment. He started working in the factory's office, and after a year and a half, he got a two-room apartment in the ninth microdistrict as a specialist. They put a bed and a table in the new apartment, and Zakir took his books and clothes. But he did not forget the image of his grandfather in the war, he took it with him. Eitara gave the portrait of the poor man to his neighbor's son.

Zakir was a wise man, and he was moving fast in his career. Now the kebab maker Nadir had a friend, and he was going to see a wedding. Zakir, the accountant, got married and started a family at the time he expected, everything was measured, and the water was flowing.

Again, he used to go to the Eyu mosque every day, and did not miss his prayers. This is how Nadir's heart beats with his fist. On market days, the son used to come to the old neighborhood with his income, and when the son created a new "Zhiguli" he would sneak in, but he wouldn't put himself there…

And then there are the descriptions of this market day He was often retrenched, his son was doing most of his work.

One market day, the mother decided to get on the bus and travel to the microdistrict of her hometown.

Arvad went to the elevator seven times. He and his son met in the apartment on the seventh floor of this building and came to take care of the apartment. For the first time, his wife jumped from the balcony of this apartment to the city. It was as if the city was covered with gold. Shashyarin was not visible. Oh, he couldn't imagine that the city where he ate the food he drank and drank the water was in this river. The tenth city consisted of a small neighborhood, Eyu Mosque, "Zabitlyar Bay", Tyazya Bazar, Beshmyartyabyad, and a boulevard across the sea from Ichyari city.

The city that existed outside these areas was more than ten called Baku, a foreign, foreign city had an influence.

Now that he got out of the elevator, it was like reliving the feelings of visiting this building for the first time. He did not press the point of his words, and he made a noise, so he went up to the seventh floor not by elevator, but by stairs. After taking a nap, he stopped himself and went to sleep. A strange sound was heard from inside. Durub looked up, but could not speak. One day he pressed the button of the door, then there was a noise from inside, he waited for him to open his mouth, but he could not. Arvad was surprised. The story was not opened. It's the end of the world warmed up…