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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…

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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…

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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, you will also eat a bottle.

Famous people would ask the person for the recipe for the llya-kabab he had prepared. He hides the secret of his work with special skill. – By the way, I don't have any prescription, I just have a drug. He showed his grandson, who was giving rest, and said that this child is just a salty child, he will be a good cook when he grows up, he will make me angry. The customers were flabbergasted at the sight of the teenage boy who had just started sweating all over the place. Garabala took his grandfather's words from the heart as just a joke.

The Baku refrigerator factory went bankrupt together with the Soviet Union – said the Chief Accountant of the factory, Zakir Muallem. After graduating from higher education, he came to this factory by appointment and worked at this factory for twenty years. He was promoted from an ordinary accountant to the position of chief accountant. The factory is closed. The "Cynar" plant is cursed as a sign of the auspicious empire. Bosch, Sony, Beko refrigerators have arrived in Baku.

The late chief accountant, Zakir Mtsyallim, brought the refrigerator from his house and put it in his father's house.

When the refrigerator factory went bankrupt, they began to lay off employees, then the factories were closed, and finally the management of the factory left the "era".

The late chief accountant was unemployed for several months. The children have grown up. In Bujdka, their troubles also increased. One son studied at Turk Lyceum, and one son studied at a music school near the conservatory. Private lessons are also available, an English tutor comes twice a week and works with them at home. Mrs. Eleonora used to come to this house twice a week, and at the end of the month, she received an envelope from Mrs. Fira. The money he received in the envelope was more than the salary he received at the private university. Holiday gifts are also available. Being unemployed for a few months did not cause serious damage to the budget of the chief executive, but it made Mrs. Fira angry.

If we did not take into account the anger of Mrs. Fira, teacher Zakir could be considered a happy person. And indeed, the barbecue boy pretended to be a happy man.

What does a man need in this world – Mashallah, healthy parents, a beautiful wife, a house in the center of the city that is not cluttered (Zakir Muallim changed his two-room apartment in the 9th district to a five-room apartment in the center of the city). On the left side are two stately garden houses, like two pieces of moon son Birya's secretary did not…

The world is like the moon, without Garabala! Garabala's face changes color. Garabala, who dreams of becoming a sailor. Grandma's, Grandpa's Garabala…

Karabala used to visit Zakir teacher from time to time. He used to bring many straws from his grandmother and grandfather.

Don't you have the right to eat, Mrs. Fira? – he asked. He is also ashamed – ashamed:

– I haven't eaten – he murmured.

– Mashallah you are not alone.

The relationship between Doma and his brothers was not clear, they were people of another world. They looked at Karabala not as a big brother, but as a distant friend. Garabala wanted to be friends with them, hang out on the boulevard in the evenings, go to the grocery store, come to the old neighborhood and eat, and cook kebabs for them with his wife. On rare occasions, two or three times a year, his brothers would come to their grandfather's place, eat kebab there, drink tea and rush to get into their grandfather's car. It was two summers that Garabala came to Gubaya himself. Mrs. Fira's family would spend the summer in Antalya. It's good that Garabala didn't worry about these things, he was the nature of the old neighborhood…

Every time Garabala went out of the door of this house, Zakir the teacher would walk him to the door. Whispering in the hallway

– Do you have money? – he asked.

Garabala used to throw money into his pocket.

– There is a good way for you.

Garabala has just returned from his summer vacation in Guba. There was still plenty of time for schools to open. In fact, he didn't miss the city, he couldn't afford to miss it. Oh, he always managed to find a job for himself, in this sense, he took care of his grandfather.