the car parked in front of the facade and entered the restaurant with red curtains on the large windows on the first floor of the property. Valuing them as a clear indication that a man has great influence from his master's greeting at the door. A man entering the restaurant nodded to his owner's greeting. His straight-faced quality seemed very strange. This disobedience also affected the owner.
The interior of the restaurant was deserted. They went through the darkness to the office, and as they said, the master escorted his guest to the door of the office.
Three people were sitting in the office. In the middle, there was a real skut shukm. The walls of the cabinet are decorated with ornaments. For all the comfort, this office is officially a "marriage room". A person who remembers why the strangeness of his father's room was deformed, regretted coming to this restaurant. It was decided that they would meet in another place, but they went further, later regrets will not help.
As soon as the door of the office opened, three people came out at once.
May God have mercy on you! – a man with glasses shzzcnlc He gave his vote in numerical terms and returned it.
A man was born – the man was afraid of his voice.
– You must have been somewhere in the evening – a man with long hair broke the heavy silence.
The lazy man's voice sounded like a local amiran. Despite the fact that there was no harm in the unfortunate incident that happened, he was saddened in the depths of his heart. The lazy man's words struck him like a shill. Yuztsnts did not put it there.
– Do you want to talk to me? – he said
Then he took out his towel and put it on the table. His face was red. Blood would flow from the eyes of Yela Bel. The owner of these faces could not be a murderer. Those sitting around the table understood this truth.
The lazy man fiddled with the amber rosary between his fingers and whispered, "Yastyafullah."
– Yes, we're going somewhere in the evening. "There was no such thing as mercy," said the man to Nadir's cabin, as we sat down. In the evening, the driver left the neighborhood. We chatted from all over the place where we were sitting, we cut a quarter of a dozen.
– Gratitude likes such places – someone is happy.
– He remembered his childhood, he was talking about his childhood and student years.
– Maybe there was a problem, something, something. Not saying a word?
– No, he lives. It was not the spirit of the world.
Yenya chatted with the lazy girl.
– Well, I'll paint them to find out the bottom of her stomach. When the poet was born, the cruel son would hide and not hide. The river also gave… God commands my way. No one can leave God's domain. But this is not a star. In the middle of the street…
Well… I leave it to the kids to do whatever they need to.
– I said in front of our house, let's have a cup of coffee. Galkhmady. The owner said. They beat us at a distance of four to five hundred steps from our house… they didn't touch anything… money, jewelry, watches… O eyya yayish yayird… Yayysyn was carrying a man in gold… I knew that I would never let him go…he was my brother.... my brother…
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Zakir named his son after his father. Kebab Nadir did not call his son-in-law Nadir by his name, so Garabala told him. Nabat's grandmother did not call her grandson Nadir my son and raised the boy as Nadir Garabala. The name of Fira was written as Nadir, Nadirushka, Shura. Even if it didn't hit, grandfather Nadirin and kebab chef Nadirin didn't like it. After Nadir was born, Fira became a mother twice more. When Fira became a mother for the second time, Nabat took grandmother Garabala and came to the old neighborhood. Garabala lived here in the old neighborhood, and gave a dowry to his grandmother and grandfather. He grew up eating kebabs in front of his grandfather's grill, playing with the neighborhood children, and went to school.
In the summer, Mrs. Fira would take him to Gubaia. Ferida was originally from Gubaly, her mother and brother lived in Guba, in a shop. Garabala looked forward to summer vacation every year. When summer came, the life of Garabala would change. In the mountain village of Guban, Garabala, a farmer's son, was Tarzan, the freest man in the world, he used to swim in the river, steal fruit from the orchards, play with his uncle's children.
Garabala had strange faces. His face often changed expression. Garabala thought about his love. It was said that it was Garabala's fault that he did not wash his face on the seashore like the face of the fields. In summer, green After the church, his face was painted as green as a leaf. Often, his face looked proud, happy, and sometimes sad.
In Shaskhyar, his face is usually in its natural state, and in the black state they are. Garabala does not like to talk about this topic. Those who knew him wrote about the change in the color of his face as if they knew it . When he was a child, he said, the gods used to do it. After that, they took it, it was impossible to close their mouths, and they went to Garabala with their fate…
Garabala really liked the sea. On hot summer days, following his grandfather's footsteps, he used to go to Bayil Chimirlyai with the local children. He came out of the sea and traveled far away on his own. He felt a strange sense of relief as he moved away from the beach – in his dream he resembled the character of the movie "Amphibian Man". Sometimes the sea would make him dream, and sometimes he would see himself in a sailor's clothes. In Judah, we saw that the sailor – his ship is in the ocean waters.
… 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,