"May God bless his shields !" My children have become orphans", – the mother cried, kneeling on her knees. When his mother died, Nadir complained about his poverty. He couldn't do anything, he wanted to join his mother and brothers. But she gritted her teeth and shouted. Oh, the house is full. No one can…
Nadir was born in the old neighborhood. He spent his childhood and youth in this neighborhood and grew up in this neighborhood. In this neighborhood, the weight of a man's word was very heavy…
Nadir, the kebab maker, did not eat, drink, or eat as usual, he sweated at the top of the barbecue, his son Zakir asked. Zakir was Zakir too – he was not a child of this neighborhood, he did not mix with anyone. He came to the university, sat in the library for hours, and sometimes he went to the movie with his fellow students. After the exams, they would "have fun" in "Sarin" or "Nareiz" cafe.
Evdia Zakirin got his energy, he put a small table in front of the window, there were always books on the table. A picture of a bell hung on the wall next to the picture of his grandfather in battle. He listened to religious music on the "Vesna" tape recorder, and did not leave the house after nine o'clock in the evening.
This is how Zakir, the son of kebab maker Nadir, successfully graduated from the University of Economics. He worked at the Baku slaughterhouse. Isha Dzyaldi said that they sent him to this factory by appointment. He started working in the factory's office, and after a year and a half, he got a two-room apartment in the ninth microdistrict as a specialist. They put a bed and a table in the new apartment, and Zakir took his books and clothes. But he did not forget the image of his grandfather in the war, he took it with him. Eitara gave the portrait of the poor man to his neighbor's son.
Zakir was a wise man, and he was moving fast in his career. Now the kebab maker Nadir had a friend, and he was going to see a wedding. Zakir, the accountant, got married and started a family at the time he expected, everything was measured, and the water was flowing.
Again, he used to go to the Eyu mosque every day, and did not miss his prayers. This is how Nadir's heart beats with his fist. On market days, the son used to come to the old neighborhood with his income, and when the son created a new "Zhiguli" he would sneak in, but he wouldn't put himself there…