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…
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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…
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… 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…
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