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live on their own. Suddenly he realised that everyone had cooled off towards him a long time ago: the children singing in the next room, Malika… All of them can live without him, none of them need him, and if he dies, no one will be especially worried, no one will ask God to bring him back to this earth. And his friends and comrades are the same. And Karatai is no better, he only pretends to be worried about him. “Why is everything like this? What is the reason for this? Where are these people who cannot live without each other? Where are they? Why do I not see others dying because of the death of another?” He felt like an orphan who did not have and will never have a single close person in the world. “What is it? Why is it so dark in my eyes? Is it from old age? Perhaps this is how old age enters the human body. With this darkness, with such thoughts… Will the rest of my life really go like this?!” Sargel again began to delve into his bitter thoughts, but quickly came to his senses. “It will not work,” he said to someone with malicious gloating. “There is no use in these arguments. You have to be persistent. Yes… persistent… “ Feeling decisive, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to check on the children, from the children’s bed- room, undressing as he went, he moved towards Malika. She slept, forgetting to put out the night lamp, dropping her book on the floor. He glanced over the body of his wife, showing through under the covers, and, to his happiness, did not pay attention to the fact that his male desire did not even stir in him. But some feeling nevertheless arose, and it was only enough to muffle the anger towards this sleeping woman. It was a frosty day in this harsh snowy winter. There was no one in the house. Bagila agreed with her fellow students to go to the library, there was still an hour and a half left before the appointed time. Loneliness, as you know, can lead human thought to the most unexpected turns, especially in a spacious, five-room apartment, crammed with beautiful, upholstered furniture and books that no one will ever read… She knew that Jasyn had returned long ago, but she could

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