Bakhtiyor Sharipov - Late pigeons

“The city is beautiful.” – she said from far looking at the visible minarets, madrassahs and modern buildings.

“There is no other city like this!” – Otabek added.

“I am worrying our relatives may deride that we are accepting a bride not from Tashkent, but Samarkand.” – his mother continued – “Hope we will not be embarrassed before neighbors and relatives…”

“Do not worry, wife! You will be proud that you have such a bride from Samarkand.” – said Yusufbek.

***

As the Eiffel Tower, Taj Mahal of India, the symbol of love, Egyptian Pyramids – the Registan Square is also the symbol of Uzbekistan. That’s the reason why many tourists rush to see this place. The city has changed a lot in the years of Independence. Wide roads, charming buildings and rainbow fountains were built.

Mansurjon lives in Koshkhavuz makhalla along the way leading to the Reqistan Square from Tashkent Street. As he was the youngest in his family his house was left as a heir to him. He didn’t want to destroy his house, which is already 100 years old. He destroyed a four-meter wall beside the entrance gate and constructed a two storied house. Is he hadn’t done so there exists the problem of space in the territory of the old city, and everyone has to take this situation into account. He renewed the gate and made protruding ornaments for the sun rays go through to the house. There is no transportation in Tashkent street, the way to makhalla goes through Koshkhavuz Makhalla from Registan side.

Seeing Raykhona to her house every time he estimated how to go to her house by car but this time he was confused and got lost. He stopped just beside a woman and asked the house of Mansurjon.

“Why are you asking?” – the woman asked looking at the plaque of the car – “I guess you are foreigners.”

“Yes, we are coming as guests to his house.” – Kimyokhon said angrily.

“The second house on the right of the second turn over there.” – the woman said having felt Kimyokhon’s condition and added: “Let me say that their daughter sells bread in Siyab Bazaar, as I guess you are coming to ask her to be a bride. A lot of guys go around her every day in the bazaar. I have seen by my own eyes that she talks to several of them. I am just saying to warn you. It is a matter of life, I do not want you get deceived…His father doesn’t come to makhalla at all, everybody runs away from her mother as she has a poisonous tongue.” – the woman said all this and fled home. After all this Otabek was astonished and turned his head to his parents.

Yusufbek was astonished by what he heard and continued peeking at the gate the woman fled in.

“Turn the car back!” – Kimyokhon ordered angrily. “That’s what I meant. Drive back to Tashkent! It is good that we met that woman on our way. As I said we had to investigate them thoroughly…”

“Calm down, wife! Anger takes away the reason! Do we have to go back with respect to the words of an unfamiliar woman in the street? Who knows which of the facts she said is true and which one is untrue?…” – Yusufbek rejected.

“She lies!” – Otabek said with his face turned pale. “If she had a boyfriend or wandered with them she would have told me about, and she wouldn’t let us come at all!”

“Where do you the cunningness of girls from? In case required they can easily deceive you by their words and control you as they wish!”

Everyone in the car was upset. Otabek looked at his father with a question on his face.

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