There are a lot of legends and myths about Samarkand bread all over the world. A tourist, who visits the Registan Square – the symbol of the city, becomes astonished by its view, and wishes to taste Samarkand bread, as well.
Bread is consumed on daily basis and praised as a blessed boon. Whenever a guest comes home we place bread on the table first of all. Although it is carried in a basket it is liftedto the head. These traditions show Uzbek people’s respect to bread.
One day Khamida came to Raykhana’s home and complained that her daughter couldn’t catch up with selling bread in Siyab Bazaar, she came to ask Raykhona help her in sales. Masturakhon couldn’t reject her. Late tonight her daughter came home with some money in her hands.
“Whose money is this?” – she asked in a surprise.
“Mine!” – Raykhona replied in a triumphal tone and added: “Khamida gave this money as my salary for today!”
Like this Raykhona started helping Khamida in sales of bread. She has an easy hand, everyone wants to buy bread from her, not a single bread returns back from the bazaar. Masturakhon objected to her daughter’s selling bread in the bazaar.
“Stop selling bread, what do you miss?” – once she said to her daughter.
“I am idling at home, mommy, is selling bread embarrassing? The money I earned I am using for myself, buying books, I can give you as well…”
“I don’t need your money, just stop it. You are already a big girl, every day we have guests at home regarding you, and it wouldn’t good if they say that you sell bread in the bazaar…you see me?”
“Their tongues are not subject to them, is a person selling bread not a good man? Furthermore, I am always before the eyes of everybody. Have you heard something bad about me?” – Raykhona asked.
“No, no, my darling, I am just worrying about you… Just want to say…you’d better take care of yourself…my girl!”
Although her mother warned, Raykhona continued selling brad in the bazaar after her lessons, and used to do her lessons till midnight. And then she would sleep after a tiresome day…
A father and a son may not tell their secrets to each other in a family, but, on the contrary, a mother and a daughter can trust each other. A daughter learns many unspeakable things from her mother, tells her secrets to her mother and gets many useful advice. Masturakhon and Raykhona were of the same kind of mother and daughter. Once Raykhona told her mother about Otabek after having hesitated a lot. She told about the first meeting, about his smartness, but she hid that she had fallen in love. It was because of her shyness. But the mother understood everything.