Death in Milan
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… Garabala stretched out on the shore and went into the sea. A moon was visible in the sky. It was so long that it was like a game on the beach. In his life, he never thought about who will be and what will happen in the future. He fell in love with the dream of becoming a sailor after a long time. Garabala will become a sailor, he will sail in far seas. They will destroy Africa, Asia, and America. From far away cities, they will send gifts to their grandfather…
The sea was calling him with a human voice, the sea was calling him to the beach – it was either a dream or a dream. Oh, he couldn't believe his face – someone drowned at sea. He couldn't do it like that, he threw himself into the fields and went to the people. It happened to him that time passed and he could not reduce the distance between him and the person in question. It's like we've entered another era. There was only endless blue and the star of the sea. The girl's red hair mixed with the blue of the sea. Garabala quickly covered the girl's hair, took a deep breath and leaned towards the shore. A quick search, the person's imagination was similar to the silent film footage, and he couldn't hear anything except the roar of the sea.
The girl wanted to throw herself into his arms and hug him. Garabala could not give him money, – oh, they clashed with the fields. The dallars are rushing towards the shore. A little while ago, the calm sea, which was like a sea, became angry one by one, the sea was boiling. A very beautiful landscape could be seen from the beach, but the sea was not a green world for a person who wandered along the fields of azure .
Here, someone is heading towards them… Nuvbyati shot and grabbed them, threw them a few meters forward, Garabala did not push himself, the girl screamed, the girl hugged him. The whispers of the people on the shore began to be heard. Two boats approached them at high speed. On the backs of the boats there was a long trail, and as soon as the boat approached them, the fields covered the tracks of the horses. The girl was tied up when the saviors took them back. Garabala looked at the distance with blue eyes that did not express anything, and looked at the world that he knew only for himself…
The place of Garabala has started to be renovated. Oh, he wants to be a sailor. He read books about sailing and seafaring with passion, and spent his free time in gyms. When he comes to kindergarten, he has very little free time for them. Mother used to spend her days in front of her grandfather's barbecue, and she helped them. He cooked meals, cooked kebabs, served customers – he said, "I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm tired." At least once or twice, the respectable and official people of Baku came to live in Kubinka and tasted the delicious kebab cooked by their grandfather. A person who came here once and ate kebabs wanted to come again – he did not like the taste of the kebabs. If you eat a bottle, you will also eat a bottle.
Famous people would ask the person for the recipe for the llya-kabab he had prepared. He hides the secret of his work with special skill. – By the way, I don't have any prescription, I just have a drug. He showed his grandson, who was giving rest, and said that this child is just a salty child, he will be a good cook when he grows up, he will make me angry. The customers were flabbergasted at the sight of the teenage boy who had just started sweating all over the place. Garabala took his grandfather's words from the heart as just a joke.
The Baku refrigerator factory went bankrupt together with the Soviet Union – said the Chief Accountant of the factory, Zakir Muallem. After graduating from higher education, he came to this factory by appointment and worked at this factory for twenty years. He was promoted from an ordinary accountant to the position of chief accountant. The factory is closed. The "Cynar" plant is cursed as a sign of the auspicious empire. Bosch, Sony, Beko refrigerators have arrived in Baku.
The late chief accountant, Zakir Mtsyallim, brought the refrigerator from his house and put it in his father's house.
When the refrigerator factory went bankrupt, they began to lay off employees, then the factories were closed, and finally the management of the factory left the "era".
The late chief accountant was unemployed for several months. The children have grown up. In Bujdka, their troubles also increased. One son studied at Turk Lyceum, and one son studied at a music school near the conservatory. Private lessons are also available, an English tutor comes twice a week and works with them at home. Mrs. Eleonora used to come to this house twice a week, and at the end of the month, she received an envelope from Mrs. Fira. The money he received in the envelope was more than the salary he received at the private university. Holiday gifts are also available. Being unemployed for a few months did not cause serious damage to the budget of the chief executive, but it made Mrs. Fira angry.
If we did not take into account the anger of Mrs. Fira, teacher Zakir could be considered a happy person. And indeed, the barbecue boy pretended to be a happy man.
What does a man need in this world – Mashallah, healthy parents, a beautiful wife, a house in the center of the city that is not cluttered (Zakir Muallim changed his two-room apartment in the 9th district to a five-room apartment in the center of the city). On the left side are two stately garden houses, like two pieces of moon son Birya's secretary did not…
The world is like the moon, without Garabala! Garabala's face changes color. Garabala, who dreams of becoming a sailor. Grandma's, Grandpa's Garabala…
Karabala used to visit Zakir teacher from time to time. He used to bring many straws from his grandmother and grandfather.
Don't you have the right to eat, Mrs. Fira? – he asked. He is also ashamed – ashamed:
– I haven't eaten – he murmured.
– Mashallah you are not alone.
The relationship between Doma and his brothers was not clear, they were people of another world. They looked at Karabala not as a big brother, but as a distant friend. Garabala wanted to be friends with them, hang out on the boulevard in the evenings, go to the grocery store, come to the old neighborhood and eat, and cook kebabs for them with his wife. On rare occasions, two or three times a year, his brothers would come to their grandfather's place, eat kebab there, drink tea and rush to get into their grandfather's car. It was two summers that Garabala came to Gubaya himself. Mrs. Fira's family would spend the summer in Antalya. It's good that Garabala didn't worry about these things, he was the nature of the old neighborhood…
Every time Garabala went out of the door of this house, Zakir the teacher would walk him to the door. Whispering in the hallway
– Do you have money? – he asked.
Garabala used to throw money into his pocket.
– There is a good way for you.
Garabala has just returned from his summer vacation in Guba. There was still plenty of time for schools to open. In fact, he didn't miss the city, he couldn't afford to miss it. Oh, he always managed to find a job for himself, in this sense, he took care of his grandfather.
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