ШУКУР ХОЛМИРЗАЕВ. ОТСУТСТВУЕТ (ИСТОРИЯ)

Аннотация

In this story we can see the real creative ability of Shukur Kholmirzayev.This story is full of pure and intimate feelings. Keywords: in the circle of their parents, followed in his footsteps, change in distribution. ШУКУР ХОЛМИРЗАЕВ. ОТСУТСТВУЕТ (ИСТОРИЯ) Аннотация. В этой истории мы видим настоящие творческие способности Шукура Холмирзаева. Эта история полна чистых и сокровенных чувств. Ключевые слова: в кругу родителей, пошли по его стопам, изменение распределения. Azim is by nature an empty, influential young man. But, for five years he lived in the city: the city's inherent work, time savings, coldness and some arrogance arrogance arose in it. Every year, when Azim went to the village, Ismat followed in his footsteps, and he would certainly open his arms and plunder it, and Azim would suddenly skillfully expand his hands every time he forgot about it and reached out, and he took the young man into his arms and laughed inside. When they sat down in the circle of their parents, they said that Azim had recovered and that Name had not drank less than themselves, so that Name would be simple, the fire would be built on Azim with a love, and Azim would be limited to laughing again. Azim also wrote few letters to his parents, and Ismat replied to ten letters, but Ismat agreed: he played like a child with joy, showed the letter to his wife, and praised his acquaintances. When they were close to each other and when Ismat fell in love with Azim — it is necessary to ask them from their childhood: from the family of the principal of the Azim school, from the family of the Ismat school guard; Azim sometimes would go to the Names until he laughed softly after class and invite him to hunt, and Ismat, who would be typified as if his leg were burning when he said a hunt, would agree that he was alive, and the two of them would climb the mountain. The appreciation was strange: Azim became a well-known leader and stayed in the city. The name is a simple servant, and he stays in the village. They would now meet once a year—in the month of Azim's recreation or when he came to the village about the work, Azim came not to the Names, but to the Azim’s; now she invites to the hunt. Azim does not return this offer. They go to the mountain in the dark of dawn. Now Azim can't hunt like he used to, kick a bullet at the prey he targets, and chop it on high peaks. Suddenly, the mother hen gives a prey—a gerbil. Name, however, is still ancient: nimble, flashy, mercenful. There was also a change in the distribution of prey: now the hunt is mainly Named, but the spoils are mainly Azim's. Azim, on the other hand, wants to give him something to do with it himself, and he praises Ismat in a few words: "You are still very cool, Ismatjon. The city has struck us, Ismatjon." The name really reaches heaven, as if receiving a great reward. Azim forgets Ismat without a trace when he goes to the city; He goes there and takes his daily punches, his family, and his own brothers. Azim Bultur arrived in the village in April about the case. The trees were budded, there was a pleasant cold breeze on the streets, spring breath 8 1 International scientific journal ISSN: 2181-3906 «MODERN SCIENCE АND RESEARCH» 2023 VOLUME 2 / ISSUE 4 / UIF:8.2 / MODERNSCIENCE.UZ would come. After he reaches home, Name arrives. They embraced him. They were embarrassed. They talked, and they went hunting in the early morning. The familiar isles lay silently in the snow, and the archaeological site flowed from the mountain like wheat. Walking until noon, they could not pass anything, to be honest, they did not empty the arrow: neither the cucumb nor the rabbit met. They returned in the afternoon. Then, on the way up to one of the islands, the circuit stopped like a wall behind the area, and the snow began to thin out and they began to fall from the face, where the weeds were visible underneath. Azim saw the rich who had come out of the snow like a flower that had begun to pray! — Boychechak! — He cut off a few. The snow above the flower quickly melted. As Azim grabbed hold of the cold band of the flower and stared at him, his tongue was filled with pleasure. The flower was extraordinarily thin and chaste! It was so imaginary, amazing, and beautiful that he was just coming out of the snow! Azim woke up as an extraordinary child, and he forgot that he had come from an extraordinary city: the new qualities the city gave him also left him for a while. Then he suddenly remembers all this, and the weeping comes and goes! Ismat looking at him with a smile: "If I don't want to, let's do it!" - he said and quickly started picking flowers; made a bunch. However, Azim took a little of it out of respect for him, and then dropped it without noticing. The snow is over, and the greenery has begun. — Azimjon, Azimjon, partridge! - said Ismat, pointing to the distance. Azim also drowned. A partridge came out from behind a pile of wet, soft stones in the distance and ran towards the pile of s