The vicious circle of peace has suddenly disappeared. The car rumbled and did not realize what the brutal life of the big city had switched off suddenly. The weather here is different. Clean. Cool.
As a rule, when it is difficult, the child regains consciousness. The childhood is divided into two parts. The most disturbing of all, the Maya, of course, is related to her grandmother. His grandmother went to his liver for nine months. Both his father and his mother were the same person. But this lifeless life did not last long. At the age of seven, his father died. She is eighty years older than she is. Looking from the sky, he cried out, crying God and demanding immediate self-control. Despite so many children, this situation of the closest person affected him, and gradually the place of sadness began to shrink, and some unpleasant feeling of distress began to slow down. At that time, when his grandmother did not manage to do so, relatives sent him to one of many boarding schools in the city. The drawing started from that moment. His grandmother's image was in front of him. He is a mysterious, imaginary man. Her grandmother, holding a black jacket and holding a tin pin in her hand. She was laughing over the bed, her grandmother, rarely dropping white raisins. Scary. But his mother was afraid of his son. At night he cried loudly. Speaking. He was laughing. Someone was bad. Thanksgiving to somebody. He wanted to make a video. True, he first wrote a poem. During the first year of study. But:
- Flowers, flowers, many flowers,
Red flowers, blue flowers,
Both in the winter and in the summer
There were plenty of flowers, the sweat, and the chest. Not many years have passed. Sometimes he repeats like an idiot, sometimes checking every word, and slowly shouting. Very sad song. It has the first taste of wheat flavor. The stranger, whose grandmother's strange, incomprehensible situation, is a fracture of the breast that he speaks about. Although he had enough colored pencils, he used only white paint and black paint. His grandmother's white, creamy face, light-colored, dark-colored. It seemed a bit quieter when it took a picture. Thirty years later, in the midst of a stagnant childhood, a feeling of contempt would be felt by imagining her scheme, which was fading in the cold corridor of the boarding school. Life says that a person wants to learn. Allah does not place a burden on a person who is unable to carry anything. He says that everything is weighty and that there is good and evil for you. He is amazed to understand everything. She is so surprised that her baby has grown up and has not dying anymore. His grandmother again remembered. Forty-four were unable to bear the burden of the youngest who died. His grandmother was a sister who had thirteen children. The war broke out, swallowed, and drowned. Three have come to this day. The youngest of them was his father. His grandmother is not a father or a mother. So even if he fell in love, his father's death did not affect him. There are four children who have never been married, and her mother is a widow. Over the years, the shanyrak blooming chamber was held. He lost his nationality. This situation has not hit him. He remembers even days when he played with his children and had fun. His main concern was his grandmother. She sits in the back of her grandmother and sleeps (she still thinks she is back, a puppy, a bone, she's eighty years old, and now her grandmother's tall is bigger than somebody). Her grandmother feeds her mouth. Near the grandmother listened to the loudspeakers. All of them began with "Alcus ...". Alpamys "," Kobylandy Batyr "," Kyz-Zhibek "," Aiman-Sholpan "," Mung-Zarar ". When her grandmother returned, she was taken to another city by a sibling sister. Soil could not. Whether he was a child, whether he was a child, or having a sense of well-being, he was not anxious. The place where the father feels, and the grandmother's place as they grow older. When he grows old, it is likely that the snow blizzard will shrink and bleed.