Death in Milan

The next day evening, he dialed his son's home phone number. Eyalini Fira, i.e. Fyarydya dyastyayi took. Arvad asked Eyaly, "Why didn't you come to us on market day?" We miss you a lot.

Fira:

– By the way, I have to walk around the house all day. Zakir also slept and prayed all day. A lot of work is done in summer. Well, why don't you come to us for a market.

Arva's field numbered. He heard Fira talking on the phone again. In his ear, the sound of his voice sounded like the sound of his ear…

***

Zakir changed his car in interest. "Volga" took. He used to bring his younger brother to the old neighborhood, to his father's house, in the new "Volga". It is said that the owner, when he left work, made his way from the neighborhood. After drinking a cup of tea, sat in the car. Come from Chokhdan It was said that he had thrown the car inside because of the accident – this did not go unnoticed by the neighbor. For one thing, he never had any friends in this neighborhood, and because of this, the wires connecting him to this neighborhood were broken one after the other.

One careless phone call completely changed the life of this house, she couldn't sleep until the next morning. He spread happiness from both of them. It is not a shame that at this young age, Nadir, a kebab player, would score a goal in front of everyone in the middle of the neighborhood.

The phone that was lost by the owner rang again. Without a word of greeting, Zakir said with a thud:

– He was a man of the moon, a nyavyan.

– Have you thought about it, girl?

– It's a dream, a dream. I leave my home. I will come in the morning. Hello.

When the chef Nadir went to the bedroom to kiss Nabat's wife, who had been lying on the pillow for twenty-eight years and had not rested for twenty-eight years, the wife looked at him with the door open. He did not keep his wife waiting.

"Give me my fist," he said. Zakirin was a boy. We had a son-in-law, and he also got a son.

One of Nabat's wives was married, and the other was divorced…

***

The facade of a three-story property built by one of the famous Baku millionaires at the beginning of the 20th century. A man in a black suit, black tie, and black glasses got out of the car parked in front of the facade and entered the restaurant with red curtains on the large windows on the first floor of the property. Valuing them as a clear indication that a man has great influence from his master's greeting at the door. A man entering the restaurant nodded to his owner's greeting. His straight-faced quality seemed very strange. This disobedience also affected the owner.

The interior of the restaurant was deserted. They went through the darkness to the office, and as they said, the master escorted his guest to the door of the office.

Three people were sitting in the office. In the middle, there was a real skut shukm. The walls of the cabinet are decorated with ornaments. For all the comfort, this office is officially a "marriage room". A person who remembers why the strangeness of his father's room was deformed, regretted coming to this restaurant. It was decided that they would meet in another place, but they went further, later regrets will not help.

As soon as the door of the office opened, three people came out at once.

May God have mercy on you! – a man with glasses shzzcnlc He gave his vote in numerical terms and returned it.

A man was born – the man was afraid of his voice.

– You must have been somewhere in the evening – a man with long hair broke the heavy silence.

The lazy man's voice sounded like a local amiran. Despite the fact that there was no harm in the unfortunate incident that happened, he was saddened in the depths of his heart. The lazy man's words struck him like a shill. Yuztsnts did not put it there.

– Do you want to talk to me? – he said

Then he took out his towel and put it on the table. His face was red. Blood would flow from the eyes of Yela Bel. The owner of these faces could not be a murderer. Those sitting around the table understood this truth.

The lazy man fiddled with the amber rosary between his fingers and whispered, "Yastyafullah."

– Yes, we're going somewhere in the evening. "There was no such thing as mercy," said the man to Nadir's cabin, as we sat down. In the evening, the driver left the neighborhood. We chatted from all over the place where we were sitting, we cut a quarter of a dozen.

– Gratitude likes such places – someone is happy.

– He remembered his childhood, he was talking about his childhood and student years.

– Maybe there was a problem, something, something. Not saying a word?

– No, he lives. It was not the spirit of the world.

Yenya chatted with the lazy girl.

– Well, I'll paint them to find out the bottom of her stomach. When the poet was born, the cruel son would hide and not hide. The river also gave… God commands my way. No one can leave God's domain. But this is not a star. In the middle of the street…

Well… I leave it to the kids to do whatever they need to.

– I said in front of our house, let's have a cup of coffee. Galkhmady. The owner said. They beat us at a distance of four to five hundred steps from our house… they didn't touch anything… money, jewelry, watches… O eyya yayish yayird… Yayysyn was carrying a man in gold… I knew that I would never let him go…he was my brother.... my brother…

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Zakir named his son after his father. Kebab Nadir did not call his son-in-law Nadir by his name, so Garabala told him. Nabat's grandmother did not call her grandson Nadir my son and raised the boy as Nadir Garabala. The name of Fira was written as Nadir, Nadirushka, Shura. Even if it didn't hit, grandfather Nadirin and kebab chef Nadirin didn't like it. After Nadir was born, Fira became a mother twice more. When Fira became a mother for the second time, Nabat took grandmother Garabala and came to the old neighborhood. Garabala lived here in the old neighborhood, and gave a dowry to his grandmother and grandfather. He grew up eating kebabs in front of his grandfather's grill, playing with the neighborhood children, and went to school.

In the summer, Mrs. Fira would take him to Gubaia. Ferida was originally from Gubaly, her mother and brother lived in Guba, in a shop. Garabala looked forward to summer vacation every year. When summer came, the life of Garabala would change. In the mountain village of Guban, Garabala, a farmer's son, was Tarzan, the freest man in the world, he used to swim in the river, steal fruit from the orchards, play with his uncle's children.

Garabala had strange faces. His face often changed expression. Garabala thought about his love. It was said that it was Garabala's fault that he did not wash his face on the seashore like the face of the fields. In summer, green After the church, his face was painted as green as a leaf. Often, his face looked proud, happy, and sometimes sad.

In Shaskhyar, his face is usually in its natural state, and in the black state they are. Garabala does not like to talk about this topic. Those who knew him wrote about the change in the color of his face as if they knew it . When he was a child, he said, the gods used to do it. After that, they took it, it was impossible to close their mouths, and they went to Garabala with their fate…

Garabala really liked the sea. On hot summer days, following his grandfather's footsteps, he used to go to Bayil Chimirlyai with the local children. He came out of the sea and traveled far away on his own. He felt a strange sense of relief as he moved away from the beach – in his dream he resembled the character of the movie "Amphibian Man". Sometimes the sea would make him dream, and sometimes he would see himself in a sailor's clothes. In Judah, we saw that the sailor – his ship is in the ocean waters.