- Sorry, everything will be Spartan. Now let's go to the school director, write a statement. Then we will visit the store, we will collect the empty container for packings of things. I agree?

- And we will take shape in the evening ...? I agree, my love! With friends will you say goodbye?

- Of course. After all, it is possible that I am leaving for a long time, if not forever. After all, no one rushes us? We go to the steppe, with her, too, say goodbye. I want to go to some pasture, ask for fresh koumiss. Did you ever drink?

- Not. They say he's alcoholic ...

- If slightly fermented and in large quantities, it can intoxicate. You will not be shy if, moving along the village, I will hold your hand?

- Honey, my love, wise. Never ask me about it. You deserve the best men.

- And you are the best women, darling.

***

Which director quietly let go of the valuable frame? So it happened here. He promised to knock out additional hours, improve apartment conditions, and the like. Aigul sat opposite the director, calmly absorbing the rants. What advised Sovetovich to say:

“Aigul, I promise to come to your bed once or even twice ...” He himself did not know. But what he heard in response was an argument to sign the statement.

- Marat, I'm getting married and already pregnant. - The calculation promised not to delay, as soon as the accountant calculates, it will be possible to come to the cashier.

To the school colleague, went right after visiting the director. A woman of the same age, warmly met them. On the way, Aigul decided not to hide her connection with Yura from her friends. Lyazzat was very surprised at such a turn in the life of her friend. I extended my hand to Jura for acquaintance:

- My name is Lyazzat ... Very nice, young man. - Yura kissed the lady's hand. - You are beautifully folded, Jura. Training? Fitness?

- Yes. That and the other for a bit. I would consider you my peer if Aigul would not tell me the opposite.

- Thank you. I will make tea. Watch TV while we whisper with Aigul.

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- Is he too young for you? How old is he... ? Fw th Yes-ah. Have you come here to live? Or...

- Or, Lyazzat, or. I applied, Marat Sovetovich has already signed. I'm going to Russia, to the Kuban. I will work there with horses ... Yes. Hippotherapist.

- Hippo ..., heard something about this method of treatment. But you do not have a medical education!

- Medic will. I only help children ride horses. Vera, the owner of all this, when she saw that I had a common language with animals, immediately offered me such a position. Naturally, the salary is higher. But the main thing is there next to him, Yura. And now the most important argument - I am pregnant from him ...

Girlfriend and sat on a stool, raised her hand to her mouth, closing the exclamation of surprise.

- ... He, however, soon marries a young one. Do not judge me. Though I give birth to him, I will have support in my old age. Assel, I hardly ever see.Let me envy me when a child calls me mom, not grandmother. You yourself can be jealous - four grown. Where is the youngest, by the way?

- In the town. With friends found some work. On the bike, he says, I will collect money. Carry pialushki, sugar, candy. I'll bring tea. Come back for baursaks, as I knew about your visit, I baked in the morning.

***

- Lyazzat, I look at the frame with a family photo. You have lovely daughters and a son. Where are they?

- Thank for compliment. Indeed, two of them are beautiful. The third is not so beautiful, but, clever-ah, in Vienna, she studies nuclear. Like dad, go, study physics. The elders are already married, one will soon give birth. Junior in Aktobe, a handyman or something. Let him work with his hands if his head is not capable.

- Lyazzat, I want to collect a small sabanty in the cafe on Saturday at five o'clock, come with my husband.

Approximately with the same speeches and hospitality, two more colleagues visited Aigul. Tea was splashing in the stomach, the stomach was calling to stop filling. The husband of one of the girlfriends, when he found out what car Aigul wanted to go to the steppe, offered his UAZ. From the children who tried to impose themselves with them, Aigul barely got out. Only by whispering with a friend, she was able to convince her to influence the boys.

- Darling, today we will spend the night in the steppe. It is necessary to take food for three meals, matches, warm clothes. Well, and blankets. I will fold, you carry and stack in the car.

***

Two hours on the road tired them.

- Stop. On the hill, you see ... two horses grazing and a stick sticking out with a horse's tail. There, two are being pardoned. You can not get close to them until they finish. Let's wait for them. Let's talk Maybe they will tell where the big herd.

I had to wait about half an hour. When people appeared at the horses, Aigul waved to them. Riders were soon at the car. Young couple spouses, greeted them. Aigul spoke to them in Kazakh. Thanked. They hurried to their herd and invited them to visit them in a yurt.

The camp was located behind the second hill. Two small yurts, a UAZ car, a power station, and that is the whole life of nomads who invited completely strangers to their homes. With the permission of the owners, Yura looked into one yurt - a high pile of colorful blankets stood at a small tin-bound chest. In the center is a low table surrounded by mattresses and small pillows. Kitchen utensils hung on the rack at the iron stove.

- Where is the herd? - Yura wanted to look at a large number of animals.

“On that hill, you will see,” said the host’s son, Aset.

His wife's name is Karlygash, and his mother is Rose-apay. When the herd is now a father with two sons and a nephew. Aigul stayed with the women, and Yura climbed the hill. Horses grazed in confusion, a handful there, the other there. But none alone. Flock of sheep, guarded by dogs. Well with a crane for watering. The guy looked around - low hills everywhere in the green carpet of grass. Rarely seen some bushes. Yura lay on his back, turned his gaze upwards. The depth of the sky hit the blue. So he fell asleep from the magic of the sky.

***

- I fell asleep, my favorite. Good sleep under the sky of my homeland? With fatigue, it is. Let's go to the owners, there already beshbarmak ready. Not like I cooked - better. Eating will have to hands - so wound up. If they serve you something that you cannot eat, just break off a piece, put the rest next to you on the dastarkhan.

The sister-in-law brought an aluminum basin, poured water from the jug into the hands of the guest and guest. The towel hanging on her shoulder was put back into place after use.

Beshbarmak, laid on a huge flat dish, was delicious. Large pieces of lamb and horse meat crowned the top of the dish. They washed down this splendor with shurpa, flavored with black pepper.

We talked on a mixture of Russian and Kazakh, so that the young man had an idea about the topic. Aigul said that Yura is her husband. They live in Russia, they came here to visit their relatives. In order not to embarrass the owners by a large difference in age, Aigul said that Yura is twenty-five years old, and she is thirty-two.

The woman really blossomed near the Jura, and today he is so tired to turn the steering wheel, that he looked even thirty years old. Half an hour after beshbarmak, the daughter-in-law served tea. Traditional for contemporaries sweets and dried fruits daughter-in-law just scattered on the oilcloth of Dostarkhan.

From the proposal to spend the night in a yurt, Aigul refused, without blushing, said she wanted to sleep with her beloved under the starry firmament. The hosts kindly offered cots - blankets. But they did not insist, because they learned that they were traveling with a sleeping set. But they didn’t refuse the offer to call in the morning and drink fresh koumiss.

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Let's go to the place where Aset and Karlygash met. The hill was higher ... Read more →