The world is wide...

The world is wide...

Oh, you're in trouble without raising a child! You haven't been brought up yourself, and your child isn't a child either, trouble! As if your stupidity wasn't enough, are you going to teach your child to talk?.. There's no such thing as honesty among people, from mother to child, God has punished them... Oh, let your tongue be as sharp as an elbow! Don't be in a hurry, I'll give you such manners that your milk will come to your mouth!..» The drunken old woman, who was sitting on the porch licking her lips, involuntarily remembered the conflict of the day before yesterday and suddenly stood up: "I wish this was the first time, this is the day God gave me!" Whether it was because of the demon or because she was talking to herself, her uncurled lips were trembling. She shook the bundle of chit that had fallen on her shoulder, rewrapped it with honey, and went out into the street. She pulled her foot to Sorabon's. "Let my neighbors know about the dirty things of the needlewoman!" Sorabon was sitting at the sewing machine, sewing panties for her granddaughter from the excess fabric of her shirt. When she saw her neighbor enter the yard without hesitation, she frowned, and then went to look at him without looking. Maston, with the shrewdness of a wife, sensed that there was a hint of arrogance hidden in Sorabon's behavior, but this time she pretended not to know. "Wow, look at these panties, aren't they so beautiful! Are you sewing for Samadjon, comrade Sora?" she said, her eyes widening. "You're a very young woman, comrade." "Yes, yes." "I'll sew shirts and pants for all my grandchildren, not just Samadjon," said Sorobonu, filling his mouth. "Now, these are only good for today's children to wear once. If I don't sew often..." "That's the job of a young child - we sew, they tear," said Maston, approving his neighbor's idea, then pressed the iron in the heat: "No matter what happens, your grandchildren will be as polite and sensible as you. That Sottikhan's scoundrel is a bit of a scoundrel, put him down. He doesn't give peace to the one who passes by!" Sorobonu's face lit up: he also has things that are on his mind, after all! The conversation opened on this topic, and it was good. "Tell me, neighbor," he said, immediately taking what Maston had in his mouth. – He will die without a scratch, he beat my granddaughter and made her hair all over her body, you can't tell who she is, poor thing. Sottikhan was silent, he just watched. If he had separated his nose, his hair wouldn't have grown. – Don't ask for whiteness from coal, or softness from iron, my father would have said. Who is Sottikhan, you are angry. Repent, what a big wife she is, what she does… We are the only ones with you: we will work together, thinking about the high and the low. The fact that their thoughts came from the same place burned like oil for both old women. Sorabonu, as if to reveal an important secret, stole a glance around and whispered: – If you ask about that oil, Sottikhan is not one of those who have not aged, or if not, will he still give birth after fifty? The old women cleared their throats and laughed, their hearts were filled with joy. The old women's hearts were filled with joy: Sottikhan had been barren for many years after three daughters she had seen in a row when she was a new bride, and when she was fifty, she suddenly became pregnant again. She gave birth to a son while walking! Sottikhan's years of happiness were over, and the village women had a new pastime. Since then, for twelve years now, the details of this strange incident have not left the lips of the people... - May you have a good joke, Sorakhan, - said Maston, smiling mischievously. He was extremely pleased that the dust in his heart had spread, and that he had also deceived his neighbor. He opened his hand to the fatihah, mumbled for a long time, and then stood up. – Okay, comrade, I'm leaving now, I've really put you out of work. – We've been talking, neighbor. Work doesn't end even when you die in the midst of it, – said Sorobonu. – Well, if not, goodbye. After watching Maston, Sorobonu, who sat down to continue his unfinished work, smiled in his mind: “Hmm, look at the cunning, he licked the snake's fat…” Shortly after, two pairs of trousers were ready and the street door creaked open again. Sweeping the floor with the hem of his ruffled shirt, Sottikhan entered. He had to put the trousers aside again. No matter how much he felt sorry for himself, Sorobonu went out to meet the guest. – Go, Khizr! "You were just thinking of me," he replied. One of Sottikhan's eyes was watering from the sun and was suffering from some kind of pain, and he covered that swollen eye with the end of his sleeve and laughed. "We are no less than Khizr, Bonu! Old age is the state of a saint, my mother used to say." The two neighbors politely asked each other how they were doing and sank into bed. The conversation began with Mamarayim, who had returned from the army the day before. "Before Mamarayim went to the army, he was just a little boy. What about now? Look at how his face has become full and he has grown fat," the old women said in surprise. "He used to be a cook, and if he hadn't been a cook, he wouldn't have gotten this fat