and generally think about him. But, having already decided that this was the way it was, and that this guy did not deserve much thought, and even more so an experience, she felt a feeling of pity for him rise from the very depths of her soul. Something was clearly wrong with her. For the umpteenth time, her heart was restless. Oh my god, what is this?! She doesn’t even know his name, but god, he just doesn’t leave her head… The door opened, and Malika’s voice rung out, she called Bagila to sit at the dinner table. Bagila did not want anything to do with feasting, but keeping up appearances, she involuntarily stood up from her seat. It was as if they had never seen her. As soon as Bagila appeared at the door, everyone except Karatai and Sargel fell silent and stared at her. They could not and did not try to hide their admiration. For some reason, Turgat jumped up from his seat, accidentally poking his elbow at the plate that stood on the very edge of the table, turning the salad over on to the floor. Trying to pick up the fork that fell behind him, he carelessly bent down and buried his forehead in the thick cream of the cake melted by the heat. Realising that he should not show himself in this state, he disappeared under the table, allegedly in search of a fork. But he could not sit under the table until morning, he had to get out into the light of day, and he got out with the damned fork. At the same moment, a friendly ruthless laughter burst out. Turgat hurried to the bathroom. The state of Karatai, who experienced acute jealousy because all attention was switched to his daughter, was saved by the collected laughter. And yet, he felt in his heart that Turgat’s awkwardness was caused not just by a careless movement… Having felt it, he understood, in such a big city as Almaty, difficulties will arise in front of a beautiful girl, and it will be impossible to defeat them with mind alone. And his heart was sad and sorrowful. Two days later, Karatai went home. They escorted him to the airport. When there was less than an hour left before the plane’s departure, Karatai sent his men to reg- ister his ticket, and Malika and Bagel to
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