Death in Milan

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, he didn't pray, but he used to go to the mosque every Friday, and he would earn a hundred rewards in the world.

Once a month, he gave a "minister" to the office worker – this was his civic duty. So, he was considered one of the most exemplary people of the old neighborhood, he did not smoke cigarettes, did not drink alcohol, did not commit fornication, did not indulge in adultery, and gossiped like a wife. I don't know what you want. What kind of people are they?

Eyu received a blessing from the mosque and a "dobro" from the representative of the area. Children lived by themselves. It was one of the most famous kebab shops in the city – in the old neighborhood, both the old and the young kept his wife and were proud of him. Nadir did not miss the good and the bad of the neighborhood. He knew his place, himself, and his words in the world.

Kebab chef Nadir did not receive formal education, he came to evening school after the eighth grade. He had a special affection for the intellectual people, – everyone knew that. Scholars, poets, writers, artists used to come to his Khudmani kababhana. Among his regular customers were big people, even ministers.

Nadir earned a living by cooking and selling kebabs, he had a wife and children. When his son Zakir was born, he had no wings to fly, if he had wings, he would fly. The city of Uchub was hit by a cold period. The day the child began to speak, he promised himself that this child would not become a kebab maker like his father, he would study well and get a higher education – he would wear a black suit, a loose shirt, and a sleeveless tie.

He fulfilled his promise, he kept his word like a man . The boy Insafyan came out with his own skill. Kebab chef Nadir educated his son at the University of Economics.

When he had time, he used to visit the University of Economics. When the students left the class, he would secretly follow the boy, and this handsome, tall boy would follow them to the cafe with his friends. Then tyalam-tyalasik evya duncrdc – today yan hoshbyakht people them.

On such happy days, Nadir, the kebab maker, remembered his childhood and teenage years. His childhood years were spent in the war years, in times of war and murder. The father is in the war, the mother is in the rear… Five children… Nadir grew up with one stomach and one stomach.

"May God bless his shields !" My children have become orphans", – the mother cried, kneeling on her knees. When his mother died, Nadir complained about his poverty. He couldn't do anything, he wanted to join his mother and brothers. But she gritted her teeth and shouted. Oh, the house is full. No one can…

Nadir was born in the old neighborhood. He spent his childhood and youth in this neighborhood and grew up in this neighborhood. In this neighborhood, the weight of a man's word was very heavy…

Nadir, the kebab maker, did not eat, drink, or eat as usual, he sweated at the top of the barbecue, his son Zakir asked. Zakir was Zakir too – he was not a child of this neighborhood, he did not mix with anyone. He came to the university, sat in the library for hours, and sometimes he went to the movie with his fellow students. After the exams, they would "have fun" in "Sarin" or "Nareiz" cafe.

Evdia Zakirin got his energy, he put a small table in front of the window, there were always books on the table. A picture of a bell hung on the wall next to the picture of his grandfather in battle. He listened to religious music on the "Vesna" tape recorder, and did not leave the house after nine o'clock in the evening.

This is how Zakir, the son of kebab maker Nadir, successfully graduated from the University of Economics. He worked at the Baku slaughterhouse. Isha Dzyaldi said that they sent him to this factory by appointment. He started working in the factory's office, and after a year and a half, he got a two-room apartment in the ninth microdistrict as a specialist. They put a bed and a table in the new apartment, and Zakir took his books and clothes. But he did not forget the image of his grandfather in the war, he took it with him. Eitara gave the portrait of the poor man to his neighbor's son.

Zakir was a wise man, and he was moving fast in his career. Now the kebab maker Nadir had a friend, and he was going to see a wedding. Zakir, the accountant, got married and started a family at the time he expected, everything was measured, and the water was flowing.

Again, he used to go to the Eyu mosque every day, and did not miss his prayers. This is how Nadir's heart beats with his fist. On market days, the son used to come to the old neighborhood with his income, and when the son created a new "Zhiguli" he would sneak in, but he wouldn't put himself there…

And then there are the descriptions of this market day He was often retrenched, his son was doing most of his work.

One market day, the mother decided to get on the bus and travel to the microdistrict of her hometown.

Arvad went to the elevator seven times. He and his son met in the apartment on the seventh floor of this building and came to take care of the apartment. For the first time, his wife jumped from the balcony of this apartment to the city. It was as if the city was covered with gold. Shashyarin was not visible. Oh, he couldn't imagine that the city where he ate the food he drank and drank the water was in this river. The tenth city consisted of a small neighborhood, Eyu Mosque, "Zabitlyar Bay", Tyazya Bazar, Beshmyartyabyad, and a boulevard across the sea from Ichyari city.

The city that existed outside these areas was more than ten called Baku, a foreign, foreign city had an influence.

Now that he got out of the elevator, it was like reliving the feelings of visiting this building for the first time. He did not press the point of his words, and he made a noise, so he went up to the seventh floor not by elevator, but by stairs. After taking a nap, he stopped himself and went to sleep. A strange sound was heard from inside. Durub looked up, but could not speak. One day he pressed the button of the door, then there was a noise from inside, he waited for him to open his mouth, but he could not. Arvad was surprised. The story was not opened. It's the end of the world warmed up…

The next day evening, he dialed his son's home phone number. Eyalini Fira, i.e. Fyarydya dyastyayi took. Arvad asked Eyaly, "Why didn't you come to us on market day?" We miss you a lot.

Fira:

– By the way, I have to walk around the house all day. Zakir also slept and prayed all day. A lot of work is done in summer. Well, why don't you come to us for a market.

Arva's field numbered. He heard Fira talking on the phone again. In his ear, the sound of his voice sounded like the sound of his ear…

***

Zakir changed his car in interest. "Volga" took. He used to bring his younger brother to the old neighborhood, to his father's house, in the new "Volga". It is said that the owner, when he left work, made his way from the neighborhood. After drinking a cup of tea, sat in the car. Come from Chokhdan It was said that he had thrown the car inside because of the accident – this did not go unnoticed by the neighbor. For one thing, he never had any friends in this neighborhood, and because of this, the wires connecting him to this neighborhood were broken one after the other.

One careless phone call completely changed the life of this house, she couldn't sleep until the next morning. He spread happiness from both of them. It is not a shame that at this young age, Nadir, a kebab player, would score a goal in front of everyone in the middle of the neighborhood.

The phone that was lost by the owner rang again. Without a word of greeting, Zakir said with a thud:

– He was a man of the moon, a nyavyan.

– Have you thought about it, girl?

– It's a dream, a dream. I leave my home. I will come in the morning. Hello.

When the chef Nadir went to the bedroom to kiss Nabat's wife, who had been lying on the pillow for twenty-eight years and had not rested for twenty-eight years, the wife looked at him with the door open. He did not keep his wife waiting.

"Give me my fist," he said. Zakirin was a boy. We had a son-in-law, and he also got a son.

One of Nabat's wives was married, and the other was divorced…

                                                            ***

The facade of a three-story property built by one of the famous Baku millionaires at the beginning of the 20th century. A man in a black suit, black tie, and black glasses got out of 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…

* * *

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, you will also eat a bottle.