Hikoya-time

Tokhtaboy's Wealth

— Zulfi-i! Oh, Zulfiyakhan! Come out, there's good news! — Now, mother, I'll come out now. Although Zulfiya's voice rang like a bell, she herself was in a sly, absent-minded state. She never lets a secret slip around her peers, so no matter what, her smile never leaves her face. She must consider their opinions, she must be careful of them, she must not break the relationship with them... but no matter what she does, she feels that Zulfiya is more beloved than both of her contemporaries because of her youth, and also... her slender stature and beauty like a hornbeam. From time to time, she would make arrogant gestures and careless glances in order to show off the length of her tongue. Feeling that Adolat's heart was breaking from such actions, she refrained from clapping with joy. When it was her turn, Adolat would also correct her and prick her needle, and she would tell Zulfiya that she was infertile with her incomprehensible jokes. Repentance... When Zulfiya was a girl, she studied with Adolat, who was two years older than her, and for some reason they quarreled and quarreled, and the horse's mother would say, "Hey, Zulfiya, hey, Adol, what's wrong, you two are cousins, you're so close!" The angels said "amen", and fate made them wives of the same man... The secret "fights" between them suddenly turned into an open conflict. What happened was that they took advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the house, and the two cousins ​​spoke out: Zulfiya revealed that she was the beloved younger wife of the rich man, and Adolat "exposed" her need for a nail. Then Zulfiya also expressed her cousin's joy about this: "Come autumn, if I don't give birth to a ram-like son, I'll leave my horse alone!" Yes, you will die of grief, then!.. Justice was speechless, he groaned in disbelief at his companion's stomach, then he probably realized that he had been careless, he hurriedly took out something and entered his house. He kept cursing and cursing, and finally he cursed: — Go away, go away to your neighborhood! Although Zulfiya did not understand the meaning of cursing from the incident, she did not come empty-handed. He approached the window, lowered his voice and took his pain: — Yes, if you are coming, let's weigh our crowns and thrones! Then you will know who Yokal is! Huh, you low-born!.. This quarrel reached the ears of the teacher's mother — Zulfiya could not think of anything. It is unclear to her whether she had ever reprimanded Adolat, but one evening, during a conversation, she advised Zulfiya with her bed: — Zulfiyakhan, my child, arrogance is arrogance, arrogance is haram... My God, may our brother Boy's wealth increase, they brought all the equipment of the National Hotel from Poland... It will be enough for all of us... If haram enters our apartment, we will all go blind. Zulfiya watched the white, long-faced, pale-skinned, and plump-bellied girl looking at her through a glass window twice her height, and was deeply glad that Adolat had not returned with a single tear. She quickly wiped away the tears that had begun to sparkle in her blue eyes. — Little bear! "I'm leaving, Salomatkhan," Zulfiya said, recognizing Adolat's second daughter by her voice. Zulfiya had already walked out onto the porch with heavy steps, when Salomat ran up and grabbed her by the hand. "Father, they brought in a notebook of fabrics to make a new dress for Eid. Oh, there are so many of them!" She reported, and unable to hold back her patience, she ran again and went to Sister Mubarak, who was sitting there leafing through the notebook without raising her head. Zulfiya went to Mother Maktabkhan's left side and knelt down softly. "Mubarakkhan, my daughter, give me the notebook, let us look at it first, and then you and your sister will be chosen." Mubarak handed the notebook to Sister Maktabkhan. The mother would leaf through the notebook from beginning to end, saying, "Here, here," and after three or four pages, she would look at her classmates who were sitting on either side of her, saying, "Do you like it? You're welcome." "First, we'll choose for you, sister," Adolat said, maintaining the respect of the eldest classmate. "Well, Mubor, you can choose too." "A khan's atlas is suitable for right-hand ministers!" Muborak said, hiding his laughter. Tokhtaboy, both young and old, had heard the household members say, "The schoolboy is my right-hand minister," and so a light laugh rose among the classmates, who sensed that Muborak was hinting at this. "Your tongue has stuck out from studying Russian, you daughter!" said the schoolboy, looking at his daughter in surprise from under his glasses. Mubarak continued to tease his older mother: "Even if it's a satin dress, it's fine, it'll suit you!" "Okay, let's choose for you first," said Mother Maktabkhan, giving in. "Anuv, do you want a separate dress to play your drum?" "Why not!" Mubarak ran over, jumped between his older and younger mothers, and bent over his notebook. "Zulfi, my mother will choose the right one for me!" Zulfiya is eloquent, and now she's right."