in the morning. The wedding ceremony took place in a restaurant. Only at the wedding did Malika find out that her husband was not a composer at all, but a simple drummer at the Tastak restaurant. This was told to her by one of the guests invited by the groom. Married life from the very first night began coldly. Three months later, they were both quite content with their divorce. An unsuccessful marriage broke Malika. After that, men appeared before her, but they were all ready for anything, but not for marriage, and she began to stay away from them. Time passed. She was twenty-eight. She felt how every day the ideal that she had dreamed of and hoped to meet was moving further and further away from her, how the flame of youth was weak- ening along with the passing years. Peers of the same age got married a long time ago, and some unmarried women are cunning people who know how to fool their heads with pleasure for themselves. The men she met would call her on the second day after they met, and with no shame at all, ask her to get ‘kazy’, ‘zhaya’ and other national delicacies from horse meat. It hurt her painfully and gave rise to squeamish hostility. She despised the pettiness of men. “But where are all the horsemen?!” She often asked herself. “Where did the real men go?” If they are all like that, then why get married at all?! Or do the real ones manage to get wives before the age of thirty? All of her acquaintances with men convinced Malika that the everyman she’s ever met only cared for wine, food, fun and their bed. These four concepts were the boundaries of their lives. Every single one. It is completely incomprehensible why they go out of their way to get into at least some institute and get a diploma? Do you need a higher education to drink wine and lie in bed with women? She met Sargel at the exact moment when she was more than ever angry with all men, She noticed him before, he often perused the store. Malika even noticed that lately he had been somewhat incomprehensibly rejuvenated, he became collected, energetic. She did not know where and by whom he worked. He wasn’t too old, although his hair is touched with a bit of grey, he
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