Department of english language and literature

2.2.2. Bemor (the patient)
The sky is high, the earth is rigid.

At Satyvaldy the wife was ill. Having invited the mullah to read over it a prayer - has not helped. Have called the sorcerer; it has bled. At the sick has darkened in eyes and the head has begun to spin... The exorcist Exorcised illness. Any woman came, quilted sick of branches , greased with blood of just killed hen...

All it, of course, costed money. After all so it always: where it is thick - there lasts, where it is thin - it is torn.
In a city there is a clinic. What knows about it Satyvaldy? In cool silent park the high and beautiful white building hides behind trees. On light grey doors with glass handles - the button for a call. When its owner, Abdugani-baja trading in a cotton peel and an oil cake, nearly to death has pressed down in a barn bags, it has for some reason gone not to this clinic, and in This.
At a word "clinic" before eyes of Satyvaldy there was a carrier and quarter with a portrait of the white star...
Than the patient became day by day worse. Itself plainly without knowing what for, Satyvaldy has gone to the owner and has told to it about the misfortune.

Abdugani-baj has listened to him and it was very much afflicted. It seemed, be it within his power, it immediately would put the woman on feet.

- And you something have offered to blissful Bahautdinu? And to blissful Gavsulazamu? - It is sympathising he has asked the farm laborer.
From sick already it was impossible to depart , and that though somehow to make ends meet, Satyvaldy was trained to spin baskets.
And here he all day long sits right in the sun, surrounded with lots of rods, and spins baskets.
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Its four-year daughter, having sat down beside sick mother, a scarf drives from her face of languid, importunate flies. Sometimes the girl falls asleep, having put a head on the hands strong compressing a scarf.
Around silence... Flies Only buzz, the patient groans, yes whence the jingling voice of the beggar from apart reaches: "Give alms for the sake of the Allah...
The Handout averts misfortunes... The prophet divine yes will cure ailing and sick..."
Somehow at night the patient felt especially badly. Its each groan, precisely loop, pulled together a throat of Satyvaldy. He has called the old woman the neigbour. That has come, has done up at sick the disarranged hair, has slightly stroked it, and villages then and... Has sobbed.
- The prayer which will read the innocent child at a dawn, will reach god, - she has told. - it is necessary to wake your girl!
The girl was has burst into tears, but, having been frightened of gloomy looking father and groans of mother, has hasty whispered for the old woman:
- My God mercy, healing the granting... Has passed some days.
The condition of the patient became absolutely hopeless. That in heart dying does not remain not executed desires, it was necessary to make over it . From the shopkeeper who is buying up baskets, Satyvaldy has occupied on expenses twenty coins . This night it even has opened eyes, has called up the girl and has whispered:
- God has heard a prayer of my daughter. To me now it is better, the father, do not awake the girl at a dawn.
It has again closed eyes and already more them did not open. At a dawn she has died.
When Satyvaldy took the girl on hands to lay it far away from the dead, the girl has woken up and, without opening eyes, has habitually begun to babble: