them, but they do not take offence at her, on the contrary, they seem to be even satisfied. Bagila thought that one day it would be her turn. “Sar,” she chuckled. “Wow!” Bagila, having imagined Sargel, tried to mentally address him, but immediately discovered the complete inconsistency of this word with the appearance and essence of Sargel, and almost burst out laughing at the top of her voice. On this day, the three of them went to Medeo to sit in a restaurant. Sargel felt himself the main hero of the occasion, he was in particularly high spirits, not hiding that he played a major role in Bagila’s admission to the university. And to his wife, and to Bagila, he was unusually attentive, spoke softly with the waiters, behaved intrusively correctly, trying his best to show how cultured he was. They settled down near the window. Malika opened the blue velvet curtains, and the peaks of the mountains, trimmed with blue spruce forests, turned out to be so close it seemed: that you could stretch out your hand and you will prick yourself on cold hard needles. In Almaty, which lay far below, it was already night in the valley, but here the sun was still reflected in the high mountain glaciers. In the west, the sky was crystal clear, and the sunset was ablaze with scarlet light. A giant mudflow protection dam, having crossed two rocks with its steel shoulders, formed after a super-powerful directed explosion, was a shaky wall that protected millions of lives from the elements of the mountains, in the white-stone city. The dam has already settled down and is overgrown with high-mountain alpine grass. Above it, in the open expanse of the blue sky, mountains silently stood, bound by eternal ice. At the base of the dam, a ring of searchlights glittered on the bare ice field of the Medeo high-mountain skating rink. The sun, meanwhile, rolled over the ridges, and darkness immediately thickened. The wind, cooled in the snow, flowed down into the gorge, swept in cold waves and stroked faces tired of the city heat. “We are strange people, we don’t appreciate our native nature,” Malika said, without taking her eyes off this powerful, wild and proud beauty. “Recently, our rector (Malika studied in absentia at the Institute of National Economy) was in Switzerland. And he said that there is no corner in
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