Content s introduction Chapter I phonological schools in linguistics and their theoretical concepts

WHERE IS MY NEPHEW?

At night, approximately four or five o'clock, I went to my favorite yard, because of my nephew, Artikbai. I went through the small gate and stopped there for several minutes. The whole courtyard lighted like sunlight, and there was no anyone. The long porch in front of the house was empty and it was facing the sun. The yard has remained almost unchanged over the past three years...There were low wall, balcony house, and dog's house on the other side of the porch... One end of the chain was in dog's house. By the way, a couple of apricots were planted near the terrace. "Fortunately, the planting of trees on these sides began to develop," I thought.

From inside the house, there was the sound of bells. Then the door was opened, and Kasim aka, sister Zulaykho appeared. Kasim aka came down the stairs in the middle of the terrace and said:

"Hey, soldier, come on, come on. “Why are you looking? Come in as your own home. Let's greeting ... Are you okay? Are your parents and relations good ?

Sister Zulaikho, even though she was my sister in law, she greeted with me a little shyly. It must have been a bit odd for her because I grow up and become a real guy over the past three years. She put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead.

I also hugged Anvarjon. His shoulders were stretched out and his moustache was grew. I greeted with both boy and girl with my hand and kissed them one after the other. However, I was surprised that there was no nephew among them.

"Where is my nephew?" I asked them. Kasim aka smiled and replied:

"Your nephew is here. Do not worry... Let's go inside...

"”Zuleiha sister apparently went to the house to clean up. I gave a small suitcase to Anvarjon's hands, stripped my doppi, cleaned the dust from my shirt and trousers, and wiped my shoes. I washed my hands. Meanwhile, Anvarjon put the suitcase inside and brought a towel out of the house.

We entered home. We all sat around the table with little children, and according to the tradition, we placed our hands on our faces.

"How did you get back out of the military?" Kasim aka asked.

"It has been over a year since I returned from the military," I said with a laugh. "I am not a soldier now, I am a student."

"Oh, is it that? We did not know about it because of work ..."Zuleiha sister looked at her husband in such a carelessly way as if you are so careless man!" She said ironically. "This man works only!" I told him many times to go to see you, however, this man always excuse the work.

"I am guilty of not seeing you sooner," I said, to relieve Kasim aka's guilt. "As soon as I got back from the military, I was ready to go to study ..."Kasim aka and Zulaikha sister asked again about the health of my parents. Anvarjon was told that he had finished high school and was preparing to enter the university.

I heard Kasim aka say, "Your nephew is here" and thought that his nephew was sleeping in the house. When Zuleiha sister was out of the house for tea, I asked Kasim aka again:

"Is not your nephew next home?

"When Kasim aka was passing bread he answered:

"It is time to come, he is not at home.

"I looked at Kasim aka. He became fat a little over the past three years and set himself up. Their faces are reddish than normal, and they are serious. Her hair was sparse and there was a single hair on top of his forehead...

Zuleiha sistert brought tea and sat next to Kasim aka. He called Anvarjon while going out of the house. At home Kasim aka and I were alone.

"I miss my nephew, where is he?" -I asked patiently again. Kasim aka smiled:

"I told you not to worry." He today is definitely coming…

- How is he? His speaking, walking... Talk about him, you are hiding him...

"As I wrote in my letter," Kasim poured a cup of tea on the sack and handed it to me. Then he took a couple of teaspoons from his tea and went on. "You know, your sister and I have had a year of anxiety and worry." On the one hand, Artikbai threatened us, and on the other hand, we became more concerned… From the next day you left us, all sorts of reporters, photographers, and artists came. We have no peace and the boy too. “When did he disappear?”, “Where was he found?”, “How was he caught ?”. In addition, like these questions asked. They brought their microphones when we try to answer as far as we know. As soon as we forget our speech at that moment.

Artikbai asked himself a question. He was silent, his eyes twinkling. He did not know how to speak and he did not understand at all. Photographers and artists are insoluble people. They take a picture of him, stand up, and point out how to him... The artists want him stand without any movements, however, the boy does not understand what they are saying and then he gets up and goes away… Before the reporters and photographers go back, a group of scientists from the university came. Among them were biologists, morphologists ... or anthropologists, and other scientists. They were seven. One of them says I am a phonetic and I will check your son's tongue and voice. All right, you may check him. I said. Your sister was frightened and cried a lot. She told me that they might be caught to get sick my son because of needle, all of them check my son ? They are non-doctors, they do not do any injections. I calmed her down barely.

While I was amusing your sister with these words, one of the scientists said that he was going to take the boy to the city, and then she cried loudly. You said that when you first arrived, when you were looking for a child, you would hand him over to a museum or a zoo. It seems that your sister remembered that words, she said, "I have no children to give away him to the museum." Say that the boy looks at everyone and does not know what to say ... That scientist who wanted to take the boy to the city, seemed a fussy man. I cannot remember the surname of him, Kurbanov or Yusupov. He was a biologist, he is a young and high man. If he asks me politely, I might let him. Suddenly, they said they take the baby! I got angry too. I barely calmed myself.

"This boy is my son." If I want I let you to check my son or if I want you leave my yard! Do not even think about taking your child out of here! -I said to that fussy scientist. Because of I was angry, my skin turned wight, so that man said nothing. His companions frowned at him. However, among those people I satisfied from anthropologist. If you have a son, I would like you to have him, I said myself. In fact, he is young man. Approximately, he is thirty years of age. He did not speak inaccurately. His father was Uzbek and his mother was Russian. You might have probably heard that his name is Eshonhojaev, his name is Valery?

"No, I have not heard," I said to Kasim. - I am studying in Tashkent. And the scientists you spoke about…. and our specialists are different.

"Meet with that young man if possible, Hakimjon," Kasim aka said. - It does not harm. You can even write a name on a piece of paper.

At the words of Kasim-aka, I took a calendar notebook and pen from my pocket and wrote "Valeriy Eshonkhojaev.

“While putting the notebook and pen in my pocket, I asked Kasim aka:”

“Did your boyfriend also checked my nephew?”

"He checked," said Kasim aka.- What did he say?- We talked Sherbek aka's home at that year. He said that, but his brain was still underdeveloped. He had studied in Moscow, he could not speak fluently in Uzbek... The child's brain is gradually developing, he said.- Did that guy come back later?

- He did not come. I heard that he weent to study in Moscow again. He had to be a special doctor... Anyway, what he said it was true. Artikbai has changed dramatically in those three years ...

APPEARANCE

- Did you give my nephew to school?

- Yes, by the way, your nephew, Artikbai, has just finished first grade.

- Finally... Does his study well ?

"It is not bad. He knows what a first-grader pupil knows."

- Yes.

"All right, but... not as you thought."

- Is there anything wrong with studying?

Kasim-aka said quietly.

-there is no any problem, he is teenager, sixteen yers old now, however, he is studying with kids.

- Do not worry, Kasim aka. My nephew will be a good boy. Who is teaching? Is his teacher more experienced?

- His teacher is a good teacher. Neighborhood. The boy named Amir. Your nephew trained one hour each day after the lesson. Thanks to his father. He teached him how to read the letters as word. He knows four things by calculation... Amir is a good boy and kind man. He says, "If the director gives permission next year, I will teach him with the second grade and the third grade's textbook in one way."

"Is it possible that the director would not let him?"

- Maybe ... because our school director is a bad man. He is the cursed Eshmirza's nephew. Ortikboy was very angry when we sent him to school.

He said, "He is old and cannot study in first grade." “Find a way out. Where should I take the child? “Look for a possible way for you. The choice is yours, the child is yours. “The child belongs to me and to the state. The school also belongs to state. "You have to teach him." "I will not teach him," he said, staring into my eyes. I got up and went out. On the way to the district, I got in a car and went to education center. I went to the right manager. There was a man in his room. So I said everything. The person sitting next to him was from education center. He was also angry. The man looked at the manager and the manager looked down. Immediately, they made a call to the district center and called Kupay. The name of the school director is Kupay. People, who do not like him, call him "mongrel" behind them. He has greedy... Therefore, the education manager told me to stay here. I waited for about an hour. Once upon a time, Kupay came into education center. The manager and the representative from the region were very impressed. "If that person goes to the province or ministry with a crazy complaint, then you will be offended and will be prosecuted," said a senior official. "Do you oppose the law on general secondary education? "He did not say anything... The next day, he sent a man to our house and called Artikbai to school.* * *

As it turned out, the nephew had been looking after her brother-in-law Begali for three or four days, and Zuleiho had called Anvarjon away and sent him to Begali's home. The sound of a motorcycle was heard near the yard in the evening. Kasim-aka's younger children:

- I came, my uncle. They brought the lamb, they said. Kasim aka and I went out to the yard one by one. By the time Begali and Anvarjon had been pulled out of the caravan with their feet tied up and brought into the yard. I met my uncle. His nephew, for some reason, was standing in front of a motorcycle without entering the yard. Anvarjon placed his hand on the ground, shook his dusty hand, and called his brother.