sure that Karatai knew these necessary people, and therefore he was angry that he was forcing him to say names aloud. And Karatai perfectly understood what Sargel was thinking at that moment. His comrade, with whom Karatai studied at the institute, was transferred seven to eight months ago to a responsible position in the Ministry of Higher Education. In principle, it didn’t cost him anything to push Sargel to become a doctor, but Karatai was already painfully disgusted not only to go to him, but even to think about how he would go to ask, he would have to explain everything that Sargel told him so viciously… “All right, Sarga,” he said, sighing imperceptibly. “I’ll talk.” “With whom?” “There is a friend. You know… I haven’t asked him for anything yet. It’s going to be uncomfortable, of course, but it’s whatever. The republican party debate will be held next month. That’s when I’ll go for it.” Sargel, as imperceptibly as Karatai, sighed, but was relieved, dropping a heavy burden from his shoulders. Hearing “there is a friend”, he understood everything. Sargel knew who Karatai was talking about and who he would contact. This man was quite enough for Sargel to become a doctor, even if the entire scientific council is against him. His chest was filled with joy, the world shone in every colour. He felt like a master in this radiant world, stepping firmly, crushing all obstacles in his way. “Sarga…” Sargel turned around in an instant, seeing Karatai’s face, marked by unchanging restraint and calmness, he began to listen intently. “I learned that your sons lived in the room that they gave to Bagila. Make it so that on my next visit I can see portraits of your children and their mother. I don’t think you need to explain what I mean by that. You’ll understand. I’ll tell Malika as well.” Karatai’s words sincerely moved Sargel. He was pleased that, whilst busy with fun, table conversations and general attention, his brother still managed to notice the emptiness in the house, that he remembers his sons. When they once again reached the end of the square and turned back, the announcer announced the beginning of the boarding… Bagila became a student at the Faculty of History. It is not clear why, but she was not happy when she read her name on the list of those enrolled in the

Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153