not be in charge, you can still work as a simple agronomist, even as an ordinary shepherd. You won’t be lost,” she soothed him, cooling his fury. And she advised him how not to burn out in vain and strain his nerves in vain, she told him to go and see the first head of the region. Karatai, after weighing all the pros and cons, decided to follow Gainikamal’s advice. “Indeed, what others did not understand, maybe he will understand? What am I doing here sitting on the couch? That way I won’t achieve anything.” He did as his wife told him to. The first secretary of the regional party committee understood him correctly. He listened, paused and only said: “We’ll see. You will be informed of everything.” A week later, Karatai was reinstated in his former position. And then eventually, the drought receded, his mood improved, and the state farm exceeded in their tasks by one and a half times. This completely invigorated up Karatai. He, more than ever, believed in his strength and capabilities. And then the next year the farm was lucky. At the regional party meeting, the same secretary praised Karatai for his skill and efficiency. The next year, in the spring, he rose to director of the state farm. Three years later he became the second secretary of the district party committee, and then the first. During all these ups and downs, Gainikamal stayed the same, she did not droop and did not become proud, did not get angry at her husband’s unnecessary words, that were said in moments of bitterness, “Well, how can you say such a thing!” she would exclaim, after patiently listening to him to the end. Calmness, Gainikamal’s sound understanding imperceptibly calmed Karatai, it forced him to think seriously and control himself. And he could not help but feel that behind the wife’s unchanging calmness there was a hidden warmth, and not just concerns about her family hearth or silent obedience to her husband, that she really cared for those who she loved. It also seemed to Karatai that he always understood her, and he tried never to raise his voice to his wife, not to say loud, stupid words that could hurt a person’s soul. “Perhaps this is love,” Bagila said to herself, becoming an adult. Sargel and Malika, barely touching the hot food, pushed the plates to the middle
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