>There were three tables in the gold of the mulberry trees. Four people were sitting behind one of the tables, eating and drinking in silence. He spread the word from their faces. On the table, you can see a kebab, two glasses of "Stolichni" vodka, four snacks and four packs of cigarettes.
The canines of one of the eaters were made of red metal. Oh, and the two people sitting at the next table were talking. These two people were talking to each other in Russian. They looked like people with numbers from their hearts.
Buzz:
– Don't talk to me again , – I don't drink.
– Don't drink, don't drink. But let the body be full – the boy muttered as he turned back to the body.
They continued to eat and drink without getting fat. It was about getting out of the air. It was a light breeze. The leaves of the mulberry tree rustled. The red flame was pulled from the sphere. Yanya was looking for a seat at the neighboring table. Yela bel ov pusurdu.
– Gyadesh, eyal khag-shesab elya – I passed from the next table, a satisfied voice was heard. The kebab chef went to the direction where the voice came from and said – Go home.
Nadirya, the kebab shop, took out money from the customer's wallet and sent him away. When Nadir took the money, he said, "May God be pleased with me, I will always be at your service."
The kababchi swallowed his two guests and brought them back to the grill.
Gyyldish lit a "Kazbek" and smothered it greedily. There was a flower and a cigarette. He wrote on papyrus with the pen of Ayaggabi.
– I ate – he said. He took refuge with his friends and walked away.
* * *
Two cheerful men were walking towards the "Fresh Market". They were in no hurry. They were walking slowly. This is how they went. The squealing boy came from behind like a slave. When they stopped, the boy stopped. In this way, they came and went as far as Basin Street. There, one of the two men, a tall, thin man, separated from his companion and walked through the middle arch of the ancient Gothic building towards the courtyard of the building . He turned around and lit a cigarette. Gizyldish fell like a sheep and beheaded him.
– Diane, her red teeth flashed.
– Who are you? What do you want?
– I'm writing. I want to wake up.
– Ahmaglama, the dog. Go out of your way.
– Do you care for the martyr's wife? An innocent boy.
– Do you want money? – the man's voice trembles.
The blade of the knife in the flame of the blush suddenly felt like a rush in the dark to the man's chest… The man fainted, but did not fall. The red-haired boy turned his back and turned his face away. Even once, he did not look at the duncb eeri…
The man was left behind. He didn't understand anything. Yavyalya did not feel any pain. Then his legs began to loosen. He held his bat with his hand. Warm blood oozed from his fingers. He fainted and could not breathe. Their faces became confused. The man slowly fell to his knees. Var wanted to get up and scream. Galkha did not know. He fell down in the middle of the street in a pool of blood…
* * *
In one of the old districts of Baku, Nadir used to stay in the house of the khartut master in the tavern where he had created a group in the life of a man. Among the boys, Ogtay, who was very popular among the boys, seemed very happy to participate in such a meeting. Oh, they have opened a new end for such MPs, more precisely, they have earned the trust of the Red Boys. Gaining the trust of the red boys in this neighborhood was a very difficult task, not everyone could achieve this goal. There were unwritten laws of Kyushnya neighborhood. The whole neighborhood lived by unwritten laws.
There were not a few people who were imprisoned for the crimes they committed in this neighborhood. The people of the neighborhood were more afraid of the harsh and ruthless neighborhood laws than the state laws. They found ways to evade the laws imposed by the state. At least they have to find a deal with Elsevar, who is the local representative, who swallows everything that is free, who washes his face too much for one meal…
But even this neighborhood had little to live for. New high-rise buildings are increasing day by day in the city, people are already growing around the coal market and the cubinka.
In this neighborhood, it is not just the people who sleep, but the business people, the people who hold positions, who are interested, respect and honor.
Kebab chef Nadir has been ready to serve everyone who comes to his kebab house since childhood. The most respected people of the city used to come to Nadir's tavern. In fact, this kebab house, which was not very big, consisted of tables under three maple trees in the summer, and a large table in the window of the house in the winter, there was one thing that distinguished it from other living facilities of the city. It was also a kebab made by the chef Nadir. Nowhere in Baku did they serve such a large number of kebabs. The problem was that Nadir used to prepare ilza kebab with a special recipe. The main feature was that hot ilza kebabs melted in the mouth like cold ice cream. No matter how hard all the most famous kebab makers of Baku tried, the kebab maker found the secret of Nadir's ilza kebab. they didn't know…
The sight of Ogtai, who had just begun to sweat the ground, was foggy. She did not understand how to talk to men. Suddenly he woke up from a deep sleep and saw that one of his companions had an empty seat at the table. Arif did not know when they left the assembly. Now it's hard to see his place empty.
– Is Arif angry? – said .
– Enough…
– Where did you eat, what did you eat? Aren't we human?
– Don't give a damn, it's concussed.
– What, what?
– Alya, contused, injured on January 20. A little o word.
– Can I dance? Ten years later, I was still a child.
– You are still a child.
He wanted to argue with Dalygan, he wanted to make the person he called go away back his word. Sitting on the right side, a handsome, athletic boy slowly stomped on her leg. Yani, cut your heart. Dyaliganly did not pretend to cut his tongue. He has seen a lot of work. The careless rain started to cry and the unpleasant conversation was forgotten.
"It's time to eat, children," said Gyadesh.
It's going to rain…
* * *
Arif caught the rain in Martyrs' Cave. Arif was hiring. He was always thinking. The image engraved on the black marble was staring at Arif. Above the tombstone was written:
Yalyakbar Yazizov
12.08.1964 – 20.01.1990
It's raining so quickly that you go out to the bathroom. And Arif, the contaminant Arif, took out the water from the rain at the head of the martyr Yalakbar's grave…
***
… The blood of the stabbed man who fell down in the middle of the street mixed with the water and made a hole in the asphalt surface. Chokhdani did not live like this in Baku. The raindrops hit the roofs of the houses and the windows.
The day after the bloody day of January 20, 1990, such an ice-cloud rain fell on the city. Arif was afraid of the subway on January 20. He called that the road should not fall from these sides, he lived the worst part of his life in the dark January evening of 1990 in the square near the subway. He, like hundreds of others, appeared naked in front of the Russian tanks. We saw the bird hitting the wing, and their faces were satisfied. There, Arifin's face glowed a little red. He screamed like a madman, and then his voice died down for a while…
The stabbing, the blood-stained red faces of the Russian soldiers haunted Arif like a nightmare…
* * *
Kebab chef Nadir once a week, on Fridays, gave a lecture at Eyu Mosque. Vidana Rahat brought them to him, and this is his duty to be a Muslim. He didn't fast,