her eyes he suddenly read a malicious condemnation and shuddered shiveringly. “How are the Almaty newspapers? Did they criticise you?” Bagila asked through the tears, saving Jasyn and Malika. “Not yet, but there is still time, they will not miss their chance.” He tried to joke, but Bagila did not accept this tone, Jasyn added quickly: “I will come again, for sure. I’ll bring it to you myself. In a week.” Bagila shook her head. “No need. I’ll come to you myself.” No more words were needed. He felt that none of them, even the smartest ones, would be more important than Bagila’s last phrase. He silently got up and walked towards the exit. At that moment, the door opened, and Karatai and Turgat entered the ward together with the chief physician. Karatai slashed his gaze, like a whip, on Jasyn’s face. The head physician spoke up. “It’s bad that you didn’t notice the illness in time,” he said, looking past Karatai. “Of course, it’s not a disaster, modern medicine copes with this diagnosis. To be honest we didn’t have to disturb you, but we had to inform you…” Karatai, listening to the doctor, approached his daughter, pressed his lips to her forehead. “It’s all my fault, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “How could I not have noticed! As the father I should have known.” His voice trembled. Karatai turned away, took out a handkerchief, darted furtively into it, and wiped his eyes. After greeting Bagila and Malika, Turgat decided, since he also came from afar, that shaking hands would not be enough, and kissed Bagila on the forehead. Exactly in the place where Jasyn kissed her. “I stuck to my father like a burdock,” Bagila was angry with herself for not having time to move away from this person. “My father probably doesn’t know why Turgat followed him…” Once Bagila received a letter from Turgat. He wrote that he had built a house of eight rooms, that these rooms were well furnished and that only the most expensive, golden thing was missing – Bagila. He also wrote that he was respected in the region, that Karatai Isaevich didn’t have a soul inside him, but that Turgat himself still cared for him. Turgat reported that he plays sports every day, how he trains his calves and works them every day… In a year, his calves would be able to press 150
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