black seagull flying forwards, harmoniously combined with a semicircle of closed eyelashes, which gave rise to an exciting line, as if asserting that nature itself is an unsurpassed artist. The chest, indicated under the white blouse, was lifting easily and imperceptibly to the eye. Now at this moment, Bagila’s appearance was the answer to the eternal question of mankind: what is beauty and purity? The same bright light woke her up. Without opening her eyelashes, she began to remember the journey, when suddenly her heart skipped a beat, she opened her eyes wide. She remembered the young man whom her father had thrown out of the compartment. Before, she seemed to clearly remember his appearance, but now she has completely lost it. No matter how much she closed my eyes, she couldn’t see him clearly. “He’s also in this city!” This new thought, flashing like lightning, suddenly left in her soul both joy, and excitement, and calmness. Bagila was even surprised that until now she had never thought about her strange companion, had never thought about him. There was a sound of unanimous laughter in the living room, the laughter was blocked by the loud voice of her father, then Maliks dropped the dishes in the kitch- en, which shattered to smithereens. “She’s drunk, right? It’s strange, why does she drink on a par with men?!” Bagila again began to think with pleasure about the unwanted companion and realised that those sitting in the living room had completely forgotten about the injustice they had done towards the stranger, that they would never remember him. Turgat, this flattering fox, ready to please, despite being requested by Bagila, did not find the stranger, and the papers remained with her. She sighed. “Interesting!” she wondered. “Why am I thinking about him? Why should I think about him? And why am sitting here and getting worked up over him? For what? Because they forgot about him? Why should anyone remember him? After all, he was not put off the train, but was simply transferred to another compartment. All this is long behind me, no one remembers anything, only I… He probably forgot everything himself, but I still blame myself…” This consideration, which at first seemed like a whole revelation, somehow smoothed out the embarrassment for her father and then completely led to the conclusion that there is no reason to worry about a stranger
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