Conscience and anger raged in him at the same time. The veins in his temples bulged. Sargel immediately invited a waiter, put the gifts on the tray with his own hands and ordered them to be taken away, pointing his finger at the young people. He could not come to his senses for a long time, every now and then he swallowed from anger, cracked his fingers, terribly cracking his joints. Malika actually supported Sargel in his act, but she regretted the piece of paper, she wanted to know what was written there. “But still,” she began in a low voice, confident that she would not offend her husband, “you should have read what they wrote there. It wouldn’t have been anything that bad…” “We know what’s written there! First, she reads it, then they get to know each other just like that, and then…” “I get it, I get it, alright, I’ll be quiet. I don’t know why you’re still fuming. You don’t know anything about women. They are a hundred times more restrained than men.” “Sure, I know how restrained you can be…” “Come on now, don’t be like that! Not a single wise man would tell you he fully understands a woman. Not a single one, and they will continue to not understand!” “We-will-fig-ure-it-out!” said Sargel in syllables, for he was full of bile. Malika decided not to retreat from her positions. “Are you talking about the women you know?” Sargel flew into a rage. He could no longer speak, only choked from an excess of words, proudly threw back his head, pursed his lips and froze in deathly silence. The waiter served hot food. “Hey, boy, bring us some champagne!” Malika said authoritatively, obviously to spite her husband. “One moment!” “Who will drink it?” Sargel shot his wife with his eyes. “I will.” It was the end. Sargel’s strength was waning. As if asking God for help, he stared at the distant spurs of Alatau. Nevertheless, on reflection, he realised that if something went wrong, if tonight is ruined, then that rumour about him will reach the ears of Karatai… Sargel sighed softly and took the fork. “Why are they like this,” thought Bagila. “How can somebody live like this? They are already at a breaking point, and there are still years ahead. If you cling to every word like this… Why did Malika talk about
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