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Chapter

2

SHUGLA

People often confused love With love.

Love - transient. A Love - one and on all life. Love - This ability sacrifice the most precious thing – life for the sake of a loved one and,

V That same time, ability Not accept such gift

from beloved or beloved.

A.Kosanov

Shugla was from Aralsk. Her parents were teachers. She studied well at school, and also studied additionally dancing and singing. Her well-trained voice amazed many when she, in the circle of friends and relatives, could sing Kazakh folk songs. Her pleasant and exciting voice captured all her listeners. and immersed them in his hidden dreams.

Each time after her speech, she, surrounded by true admirers, blushed And ran away on What her mom, always appreciating her talent, justified behind her inappropriate shyness. But, of course, her unbridled passion was still dancing. And different. Gathering, sometimes they and school friends could each time, to the music of vinyl records in the absence, of course, of their parents, try to make their dance steps. None of her friends could surpass her in grace.

The time when they were in school seemed to them and the same very young girls, as if it had stopped. They also wanted to be carried away in this sensual dance of Life into “the sea of fulfillment of their desires, into the ocean of love and happiness”, as in a whirlwind of a whirling waltz.

So sometimes they, gathering at school events for the celebration of various celebrations, were the initiators of various games And undertakings. Reading poetry, songs And indispensable dances, where all the classmates participating in it always asked Shugla's performance for an encore. The teachers, knowing all her abilities, nevertheless advised her to enter the Pedagogical Institute after graduating from school. Her ability to keep herself V discussion various topics on school discussions, the manner of presenting his argument, tact and endurance, always impressed them.

But her All same, V desire be closer To nature, V love to animals drawn To to that What she wanted become veterinarian.

Telling sometimes over long evenings to his friend Aina various their stories, They V end their stories are a must shared their dreams. AND only she, always listening to her attentively, sincerely wishing her success everywhere and always, she could give her own, as it seemed to her then, wise advice.

In the desire to enter and graduate from the same university together, she wanted Always be With her near. WITH girlfriend, which it seemed to her that if they were always together, then all their dreams would come true …

The tenth grade, as well as the final exams that ended next, did not take Shuglu by surprise. Good grades, pleased her And parents. Luckily handing over entrance exams, she enrolled V Almaty veterinary institute. It seemed What the whole world was With her, V her joy.

She, circling in her thoughts, as if in some kind of dance, all happy, could laugh at everyone around.

Upon her return home, her parents, having informed all their close relatives of the news that their daughter had entered the institute, invited them to their home. Adults, praising Shuglu, wished her to become a good specialist and achieve new heights in life. Nephews and nieces, surrounding her, asked about her first impressions of Alma-Ata. Anticipation of the coming adult and an independent life, where many things would already have to be decided by her alone there, she was worried. Her friends, no longer the same yesterday's girls, trying to act like adults, who also managed to enter different institutes, in different cities, could no longer find time for their meetings. And only once, having managed to get together in her house, only then did they find out who went where. distressed by the forced parting hastily wiping shedding tears eyes, They, sincerely wanting Friend friend success And happiness in life, promised to keep in touch. Connection, which on throughout ten years, held them together school friendship. Their sincere friendship, based on many trials, quarrels and grievances, which they immediately forgot about as soon as the first opportunity fell out.

The first year of study for Shugla was difficult. Big city And hurrying Always, How V no one anthill, People, did not find a place in her soul. She wanted to go home. Driven by homesickness, she was often able to call home to hear their dear voices. Asking mom and dad about their health, she certainly did not forget to ask about your little brother. Sometimes, approaching the phone, he also tried to behave like a different little boy. Asking already seemed to Shugle, adult questions, she noticed All those changes, which happened With

her brother. She rejoiced this enjoyable change at him and tried to answer his questions as seriously as possible. But used to When, to his make laugh V trying desire to smooth out her longing for him, she involuntarily recalled his funny childhood moments. And then she heard all that but his effervescent laughter, which she missed so much and, now, gladdened her heart.

First year study flew fast. Having finished summer session, she returned to her hometown. The grown brother who met her together With dad on railway station, first ran up To her And hugged hard. Only Papa, who arrived in time after her, slightly shed a tear, then hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. For a long time, not letting go of her from his arms, not showing his tears of joy, he, stroking her head, mumbled something incoherently.

Already at home, her stories about school and about the new city made them all listen. Only my mother, who always wanted to cook something new and tasty for her, ran into the kitchen. Returning from there, she brought with her on her dressing gown, more and more flavors of the dishes being prepared.

Once, returning home from the store, she saw a guy who, in the middle of the street, leaned over and stroked lying puppy. Puppy lay And only looked at a stranger with his frightened eyes, unable to do anything. The way he, bending down, doing his actions, seemed strange to her.

–

What

It happened

co

puppy

That?

–

inquiring

she asked him.

–

Yes, I don’t know myself, they must have hit her with a car or something … Maybe it happened when she jumped out onto the road, ”he answered her and even without taking his eyes off the puppy to the side, tried to calm him down with his stroking .

–

Poor puppy, so small…” Shugla said in a low voice.

–

Exactly.

will die

same,

If

Not

show

veterinarian.

Eh,

poor

fellow, I can't take you home. Poor puppy, you should be here, with someone to stay … – still frowning, he intently

stared

on

already

started

whine

puppy.

–

Let me see it, I'm a veterinarian – Shugla answered the stranger.

And only after her words, moving away, he looked at her. Before his eyes stood a young and beautiful girl. A thin dress covered her slender figure. Her hair, gathered in braids, emphasized her already graceful neck. But only her thin fingers skillfully and quickly probing the puppy surprised him. He was overcome by some doubts that such a young girl, which by chance in the middle roads met, could be exactly the person he needed.

–

Only

Not

push

on

his

side,

see

hurt

there,

–

he

replied

, and already dusting off his trousers, trying to step aside, taking a step back, he began to stare at her more closely.

–

Maybe her ribs were hurt … And where do you live, maybe you can take the puppy to your home, and I will come tomorrow and bring the puppy medicine? Shugla said, throwing an uncertain glance at the unfamiliar interlocutor.

–

I'd take it, but I'm not a local. I am from the village of Akbasty. After all, it takes a long time to get to us. Pity the puppy, of course. Without

care

exactly

will disappear.

It is seen,

What

You

love

dogs…

–

Having said this

, he only now decided to look into her eyes.

–

What are you!? I won't let her go. By the way, my name is Shugla. I'm not far

live

here.

A

you

How

name?

–

correcting

his

dress, taking

puppy in

hands, she also decided to look into his

eyes.

–

My name is Adil. Yes, we arrived at the regional center, we are going back home soon. We are me and my elder

Brother. Are you sure you're a doctor? So you're young, aren't you?" Regretting his inappropriately asked question, he lowered his eyes uncertainly.

Noticing the embarrassing and, as it were, surprised Adil, she quietly only answered:

–

I am a student, just graduated from the first year of the Veterinary Institute. Are you studying somewhere or working?

–

M-yes

good

profession

You

have chosen.

envy

white envy.

So

And

I

wanted

would

Same

learn

on

veterinarian, but we have a large farm in the village. The work is endless. Parents

And

wanted

would,

to

I

learned

But

need to

help them in the household. How can I, seeing how they, the elderly, devote themselves to work in full, would I stay away from these cases?!

Here

I

Now,

Can

So

say,

this,

How

would,

And

busy. Came with my brother to the district center. In a word, while

I help him.

Definitely

will

work

V

aul.

What

city?!

Here

aul

it's true! Endless steppe, thousands of animals led by you and waiting for your orders. After all, why is this not an army and how am I not a commander? – Having said this, in the desire to somehow make her laugh, he

smiled.

–

Then

You

exactly

Napoleon!

Monsieur

dreamy

Napoleon!

-

laughed

Shugla.

–

And yet, I understand you very, very well, she added.

Without noticing, they quickly approached Shugla's house. Also quickly saying goodbye, they agreed that the next week Adil visit puppy. That was Shugla's desire, with which Adil, not even expecting such an outcome, willingly agreed.

Having examined everything around, in the desire it is better to remember it house, he hurried to the agreed place where he and his brother were supposed to meet, go back to his home.

–

You

Where

disappeared

,

_

Adil?

So

it gets evening

right?!

Necessary

go

home. Are you coming from friends? – meeting coldly and grumbling under his breath, his brother began to ask again.

–

No, you really don’t remember – my mother asked me to visit relatives. Some of her orders were given to me. That's where I'm coming from. By the way, we rescued a puppy here…

–

wanted

was

continue

mine

talk

Adil,

But

having found with his own eyes the source of a pleasant smell in the car, fell silent, and began to unpack that bundle.

–

You always love to mess around with these puppies! Get in the cockpit quickly, you are somehow happy today. Strange

even.

Hold

That

bag,

there

For

you

I

bought

eat.

eat,

while hot

They.

I bet

running

behind

puppy,

And

eat something

plainly

with

relatives

Not

managed,

Maybe.

How

They,

All?

–

already

now happy

face,

moving

their

mustache

He,

looking

on the younger brother, went out of town.

Eating the pies bought for him by his brother, he only thought about Shugla. Her laughter, pleasant to the ear, swirled in her head, that even his silence, as it were, began to hurt her brother.

–

You

What,

are you silent?

Not tasty

got caught

pies?

More

and

ask him for this "thank you" …

–

Oh,

Yes!

Thank you

behind

them,

Certainly!

More

which

delicious!

Just thought about it. So Who such Napoleon That?

–

Napoleon?! That, the once great khan. Khan of foreign lands – laughing, he began to wonder why he needed it.

–

Well, yes, sit down and believe you. So it must be the same, like a familiar name, but I can’t remember. You will be silent, then inadvertently,

I suppose

You

his

And

To

Kazakhs

ascribe.

Oh

Yes,

exactly the same

How

I

This

And

missed

–

This

same

French

emperor

after all, -

laughing, Adil tried to get comfortable in his

seat.

–

My business is simple, brother. I turn my steering wheel and look at the road. Do you want me to read more history lessons to you? But once upon a time I liked the profession of a teacher. So I wanted to learn it, I was even preparing

to enter

V

pedagogical institute.

Yes

Here,

What

came out,

That,

How

it is said

and it turned out … After all, this profession, if not the most, then one of the noblest

professions…

You

like

this

profession? And if you, having unlearned, became a teacher, I would, from this joy, roll that

²¹

. Think about it, Adil, at your leisure.

Let's

underlay

under

head

that

bag

And

try to lay down. The road is long. Rest. And I'll sing my songs – pushing his brother's bag, he slowly tried to sing.

–

Brother, I can ask you to have sad songs for the last time

left?

So

I want to

your

funny

songs, but you can also love songs … – with an expectant and sly look,

saying

This

Adil,

He

looked

on

senior

brother.

–

As you command, myrza

²²

. And what is it? You never asked like that!? Strange even. Uh, Adil, keep your eyes peeled. My daughter-in-law must certainly be the most beautiful. Otherwise, my

future

nephews

And

nieces

from

my

beautiful brother, they will definitely be ugly. Something, but I don't need it. Am I right Adil? And yet, you never answered my question, – having said this, he, as if anticipating something, now looked at Adil.

-

Of course you're right. After all, you have to study … But what about the steppe? Will I be able to bear breaking up with her? Hmm, everything is the will of the Almighty – Adil answered him quietly and meaningfully.

–

Mmm.

But

be

So,

according to you.

managed,

however,

You

will get out

of the answer, after all … By the way, I will start the song, but you also join in. It's always more fun to sing together! Or maybe

²¹ Toy – holiday, triumph (translation With Kazakh language)

²² Myrza – mister (translation With Kazakh language)

You And myself start first? I would With pleasure And listened . Agreed? Well, come on, start singing, – passing through the next turn, waiting for a smooth one without winding zigzags road, came in V so pleasant my creative state.

–

Not this time for sure. Next time, I will certainly start first … Let's go, because we are waiting. If I were you, with such a talent as yours, I would definitely sing on the stage – knowing that his brother always liked to be asked before he himself began to sing, maliciously encouraging his pride, having fallen silent, waiting for him first notes.

Habit sing behind driving, was at him unstoppable. The repertoire has always included almost all folk Kazakh And pair-three Russians songs. Only behind few exceptions, in a state of good humor and in the absence of a third-party listener, He could perform their, songs that seemed to him, as it were, clumsy. The desire that came from his heart and soul was inexplicable to him. His velvety voice, pleasantly clouding the cab of the car, fascinated any passenger who happened to be nearby. Someone was silent and listened, and someone, unable to restrain himself, forgetting about his fatigue, joined in and also sang. At the same time, in the middle of the steppe, in the cab of a man driving along a winding road cars, through the efforts our singers, sounded heart -pleasing songs about love for the motherland, mother and, of course, about her distant beautiful girlfriend … And that road, wherever it led, was certainly easy and short.

The people of the steppe, who have always loved to praise their land, also Always could add up about this songs. Mortgaged ancestors these quality, Always their allocated, these People, Not might not please others. Encouraged by their parents, still children, they timidly and diligently tried to pass on all the skills that their grandparents laid down for them.

Beautiful steppe landscapes, animals and birds, relentless in their eternal run after the wind and in an inexorable desire to live and enjoy life, as if they were trying to convey all this to the local people. And this, of course, over time, has become an integral quality of the Kazakhs. Those Kazakh folk songs with their unprecedented thread, linking everything living and inanimate, could unite the hearts and souls of people. The boundless expanse of the Kazakh steppe was full of talented people.

Voice singing brother lulling, led away Adil V dream. Even the bumpy dirt road, with its winding rut, could not tear him away, so that, under the weight of his eyelids, he could not help but think about his new acquaintance.

The week flew by quickly. Having agreed with his brother, he again came to the regional center. Having coped with parental assignments, buying various necessary things And leaving their at my brother's, He went To Shugle. Fast finding That house, He knocked V door. barking V depth yard dog, So And Not wanted to stop. After a while, Shugla, dressed in a bathrobe, opened the door, suddenly seeing him, began to smile.

–

Hello Shugla. How are you? How is our puppy? Moreover,

this is for you, – having greeted her, he handed her a bundle, where, wrapped in gauze, kurt, irimshik and cheese were packed there separately

²³

. Exuding a pleasant and delicate aroma, as if it were like huge pieces of amber, they treacherously protruded from a bag hastily wrapped by Adil. It was the first and so important in his life, prepared by himself, to her, a delicious gift.

–

Hello. Come on in. I'm fine, and how are you? And what's that? – with a puzzled look, it was already taking

from

him

That

bundle,

Now

looked

she

on

him.

–

So

This

same

to you,

hotels.

Take it

take.

How

same

So,

I,

²³ Kurt, irimshik, cheese – products cooked from bovine milk

living in the village, will I come to you empty-handed?! It’s not good, I think, ”Adil replied.

–

Then thank you very much. Even somehow and unexpectedly. Come on, I'll show our puppy, – saying this, she led him further into the yard.

Passing behind the house, Adil saw something that could not help but make him laugh. Near a large dog tied to a chain, from which there was a kennel, a small and funny dog leaned out and hid. muzzle puppy, which Same, following example his older brother, wanted to bark. It was a bark and a pitiful whine at the same time. His efforts were so amusing that, even jumping out of there, he, in an attempt to threateningly jump out, a couple of once fell. seeing This, Shugla And Adil laughed. On this and adult dog, uncomprehendingly looking around That on unfamiliar visitor, then yawning at the clumsy puppy, she lay down and silently began to look at the incomprehensibly laughing people.

–

Well done

Shugla.

Exactly

Not

gave

abyss

puppy.

They kept their word. And I, to be honest, did not have hopes

…

–

already

stroking

puppy,

smiling again,

Adil said.

–

So it is, but still had to take good care of him. According to the book, she looked and treated … Looks like they only hurt her. Look, there are still limping…

Liked it already

He

our

family,

especially my younger brother, he loves to mess with him. Now he's not at home

otherwise

He

And

Not

let me down

would

us

To

his

puppy.

How

such a miracle

Not

fall in love

That?

–

answered

already

was

she,

Also

as then, taking him in her arms, she began to press him to her.

–

You love animals and they answer you the same. Exactly

different

is better

and

Not

say

after all.

How

same,

if not for us, for them, for such cute animals, do not look after and help them? I would not have passed by without helping them … – Adil said.

–

Thank you for this miracle. After all, then, if you, without bending down, would not have stopped over the puppy, I might not have noticed him, – having said this, already with sad eyes

peered,

V

such

same,

How

And

at

herself,

wet

puppy

eyes

.

–

It's really good that he looks like this now. Shugla,

could

would

We

continue

is our

communication?

I

would

wanted to

We

more

closer

learned

would

Friend

friend,

–

already

in a voice trembling with uncertainty, he uttered these prepared words of his.

–

I do not even know. Let's try, of course. In a month and a half, after all, I have to go back to Alma-Ata …

Of course,

Come.

Will

only

glad,

–

answered

to him

Shugla.

–

And how long will you be gone then? A whole year? Of course it's a pity. Then maybe I'll come once a week? – in anticipation of her consent, he timidly looked into her eyes.

–

As you feel comfortable. After all, you have a lot to do in the village. Count and your economy is big, I think. See for yourself by

situations.

Bye

nowhere

trips

No

at

me

And

I

will

Houses. And you have already seen my house, so, as you decide, come, – trying to hide her emotions, she quietly gave her positive answer to Adil's question.

These last summer days flew by quickly for both of them. Every week, he tried to escape from the village and come to city. coping With homemade affairs With special zeal, he, every night, tired, fell into bed. Even the mother, who noticed these changes, who wanted to ask her son about his affairs, could not find the opportunity for this all day long. Adil, deftly manipulating the situation avoided any discussion. Always uplifted _ son 's mood gave her hope that everything was fine with him and that every week he went to the district center to his friends to talk or even just unwind. Not daring, somehow embarrassing to hurt him, she, only silently wished to him only sincere And good friends.

Long walks With Shugla, By evening Aralsk, gave them the opportunity to get to know each other. Shugla tried to show the city as she would like to see it in her distant desires, telling different stories along the way. their stories. For Adil, who also tried to tell a lot O yourself O their relatives And relatives people Not the opportunity arose that even it did not upset him. He carefully listened And only occasionally, V trying Maybe somewhere to supplement it, made his own corrections.

Once, having arrived from Akbasty a little earlier and having met a girl, He noticed some her excitement. She asked him to accompany her to her sick aunt. For him it was no difference where to go and he, without delay, gave his consent. On the way, not daring to ask her first, waiting for her to be the first to tell about what had happened, he walked and was silent. Unable to endure this silence, she, sobbing a little, told about volume expensive For her man, What Always her supported and taught everything V life. Even sometimes staying at her to spend the night, that she was certainly always glad of this, they, then, like two friends, could not fall asleep for a long time, telling stories and sharing your dreams. At the same time, her own aunt, who always radiated a kind of light for her, who wanted to motivate her to correct affairs And deeds, Always was sure V to his niece, that she will certainly achieve success in life.

Now she, the younger sister of her mother, suddenly overtaken by illness, in the circle of her relatives and friends, was quietly fading away. No one around her could have guessed that she was waiting only for Shuglu to press her niece with her fingers, weakened so suddenly from illness, with her fingers. Look into her eyes and say goodbye forever.

Obo everyone this Shugla guessed And That's why she flew towards her. She flew without feeling her legs and, only occasionally, unless What Not offend their silence near going

Adilya, she occasionally, asking incoherent questions, tried to maintain their conversation, which did not develop anyway. She needed Adil so that, having already left her aunt's house, she could listen and support her. She knew that when they saw her, they both With beloved aunt, could get upset cry. After all , both of them had something to say goodbye. Words are warm and, meanwhile, more than ever, necessary.

House aunts was located V another parts cities, V Kurortny area , near from ship repair factory. Along streets, over which hung over once upon a time large trees elm, covering Can was say sky, What it was always unusual for the city, now Adil was sadly reminded only by fat their abandoned trunks. Now same on them, only, like a torn piece of matter, stood a rare crown of foliage.

On the way, Shugla asked him to turn to the pharmacy kiosk, Where she wanted buy some ordered mother, for aunt, medicine.

Located along the entrance of the Shipyard, next to the grocery store, it was for many factory workers and people who just lived nearby a kind of even a small island, but a real saving grace. around. Pleasant V communication apothecary, carefully listening to people, could not allow any of them to leave without the desired panacea.

Adil was suddenly surprised that several children, letting Shugla in front, after her, with difficulty stretching to the window, in the desire to buy their own, held out with their small hands various trifles collected from piggy banks. The fact that the little things were from their piggy banks was convinced for him by the fact that it was held in the hands of children standing nearby. They bought hematogen. Nothing in the world could overshadow them his nice And sweet taste. Joyful topics

What in the hands at them Now was How would treasure, stepping aside, trying to divide it equally, they looked at each other tensely. Smearing themselves with it, hastily eating what they got after an incredibly fair division among themselves, they, having gathered again and hotly discussing something, planned their further actions.

Everything that happened before his eyes, took him away in childhood. Where they, in search of new adventures with children, dressed up as soldiers of the Red Army and the Germans, and ran, even sometimes in the midday heat, in their folds.

IN That moment, to him I thought What how much lucky children standing now at this pharmacy that they could treat themselves now hematogen. Them same Then had to rejoice also at no less sweet white candy pads. Pulling out With pockets baursaks And cleansing their from grains of sand that fell on them, joyful and contented, they vigorously discussing their game, ate everything and went home.

Passing near the aforementioned plant, Adil, one might even say, was frightened by the loud sound that sounded so close. Every resident of the city, including him, knew that it was was beep factory, whose loud command moved a thousand of people on work And back home. Hearing this horn on the outskirts of the city, people checked their watches by it. At present moment, Adil surprised That, What released instantly through the checkpoint thousands of people filled the whole street.

People who knew each other were telling something emotionally to the interlocutor who was following nearby; some of them walked silently with a concentrated look and at the same time looked at themselves under legs, A other, sometimes in passing, funny greeting with nearby going man, managed more And make fun of him – they all returned home from work, hurried to their household chores.

Strong in spirit and body, factory workers, selflessly giving their best at work, personified the past and present pride of their beautiful land. That pride, cutting through the boundless expanses of the sea, tirelessly struggling with its insidious waves, served for the benefit of people. beautiful ships, furrowed sea, were certainly brainchild their factory. Proud of their incredible work and people could not help but resemble their creations. As beautiful and industrious as those created by their calloused hands ships, They silently And without pathos Who How could, contributed to the revival of the Aral Sea.

Walking towards them and squeezing through the rushing people, Adil tried Not lose Shuglu from kind. In just a few minutes, like water soaked into the sand, people quickly thinned out and they, quickly finding each other, continued on their way. Already approaching her aunt's house, Shugla asked him to wait outside.

Giving her a sign that he would be nearby, he retreated under a tree, where, under her cover, in the shade, he could wait for his excited companion.

Voices coming through the loudspeaker and a lot of young people dressed in sports uniforms attracted his attention. Now, for Adil, a different pandemonium happening around him suggested that something interesting was happening not far from him and that this was some kind of unusual event.

On stadium ship repair factory "Vodnik" people gathered to celebrate the Day of the Athlete. Many people are like streams in the steppe that have just melted in the spring , gathering into large streams, which, at the behest of Nature, in its unbridled striving for movement, it wanted, if not to subdue, then to captivate with itself all living things here.

Everything that was happening around the event dipped the observing person into the holiday happening around: loud music, sports slogans nailed to the walls of the stadium and rows of tall flagpoles with multi-colored flags on them, which only wanted to escape, swayed in the wind. All people involved in sports and physical education are waiting for this adversarial day, Not could his skip. Passing through the gates of the stadium and being inside it, as if in the epicenter bubbling crater volcano, He stopping, he wanted to try to cover everything with his eyes.

On the central field there was a football match between the football team ship repair factory and the football team "Seagull" of the naval part of the Aral military garrison. IN equal fight , What gave out the score on the scoreboard, old opponents came together. The team of factory workers, led by enthusiastic athletes, to the noise and hooting of local spectators, demanded a feat from them – by all means, and most importantly, worthily to win this team, made up of officers and sailors, in a beautiful game.

Making skillful, rather harvested in training, after difficult their works on factory, feints on field, on which their formidable opponents certainly came across, they undoubtedly inspired the spectators with this. In a fit of sports passion, people who supported their home team, confident that they would certainly hear their instructions, interrupting each other, shouted at the top of their lungs and waved their hands at them. The frantic rage into which this match dragged them led them away in enthusiasm, they were, perhaps, like would, in Mundial ²⁴ . Seemingly smaller in size, the factory workers, deftly making their way by passing the ball between large broad-shouldered counterparts, managed to complete their attacks blows By him. But accuracy blows By ball, So Not