Death in Milan
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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…