obey these consti- tutional rules. How can you violate the Constitution and rule the whole area! If you work with people, you should find time for this position of nature, however, they do not talk about it at regional assets and the connection between the murmur of the stream and the increase in the number of sheep has not yet been established. All that so you can work without rest…” Bagila burst out laughing and rushed to kiss her father. “Well, give up, daddy? “That’s it, daughter, you’ve got me by the tail.” “Sur,” interrupted Malika. “Leave your father alone, let him rest, really. And then I’ll be offended if you, Karatai, forgot that I’m here!” “It’s okay,” Sargel hurried, shaking small stones out of his boot. “Let her talk to her father.” “What did you say?! What does it mean – ‘Sur’, ‘Sar’?” Karatai asked, raising his eyebrows. “Sur means painting, and Sar means Sargel.” Malika quickly kicked off her sandals and dipped her feet into the icy water. Karatai chuckled and laughed heartily. “Well, Malika, your imagination is boundless! Maybe you can think of something like that for me too?” He wiped his tears from laughter and looked with pleasure at Malika’s feet, white in the mountain water. Malika instantly caught this look, raised her legs from the stream, waited for the water to drain, and reached for her sandals, forgetting about her short dress… That was a strong blow! Sargel swallowed the mountain air like pieces of ice: he simply could not watch Karatai laugh. Then Bagila came up with the idea of picking strawberries in the thicket. Here they dispersed, and she was left alone with her father. “Dad, remember last year, when we were travelling here, you kicked a guy out of the train compartment?” Karatai, carried away by the search for berries, unbent, thought and shook his head negatively. “Well, how could you forget! Such a thin guy, with long hair… We were traveling in a two-seater compartment. Remember?” “Ah! Yes, I remember something like that. Indeed, I cast out some idiot.” “You didn’t cast him out but kicked him out like a puppy.” Karatai carefully looked at his daughter: “And what?! Why are you talking about it?” “Because that jerk is a famous writer. His name is Jasyn Madiev. Did you know that?” Karatai threw the berries under his feet, took out a
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