Department of english language and literature

- My God mercy, healing the granting...
[1] Abdugani - is a man’s name.
[2] Satyvaldy - is a man’s name
[3] Erkaboy - is a man’s name.
2.2.3 Ko’k kanvert ( blue envelope)
Guards sergeant Irkabaj Mirzaev sat at a window in hospital chamber and thoughtfully looked at street. By a window there has passed the person with a basketful of peaches. Peaches were large, ripe, with a fluffy thin skin. terribly it wanted to try a tasty fruit, and he has regretfully looked after the owner of a basketful of peaches. «Eh, would throw pieces four!»
It it is live has imagined, as carefully removes from a peach a soft, velvety thin skin as puts in a mouth a juicy, fleshy fruit and swallows of slightly tart, sweet juice.
The next day again the same person has passed by a window with peaches.
All long day Irkabaju seemed peaches and peach gardens. Even has dreamt at night, as if it walks with the girl in a smelling sweet garden, and she speaks: «Look, what remarkable peaches. What you hesitate? Break more likely!.»
Already five and a half months Irkabaj was in hospital. For quite some time now he has started to test awful boredom.
The boredom passed in melancholy. With companions on chamber for a long time about all переговорено, nobody visits him, and to leave most... But where to go? Acquaintances in a city are not present.
It would be desirable to return somewhat quicker on front. There its companions, every day brings interesting news... Besides, from all ends of the country to fighters send letters, gifts. Мирзаев only for one month, before wound, has received three letters and two parcels from perfect strangers.
Somehow on the Western front when Irkabaj was still the ordinary fighter, the commander of branch has approached to it with small посылочкой and has told: «On, you, the dark-browed, black-eyed guy!»
Irkabaj has been surprised by words of the commander, but, having looked at a parcel, has seen, these words have been written on it, as the address: «the
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Western front. To hand over to the dark-browed, black-eyed guy who has killed more of ten fascists».
In a parcel was grammes to two hundred good tobacco, a small cambric kerchief of a beautiful colouring and the short note enclosed in a dark blue envelope: «the Companion the Red Army man! Tobacco smoke together with companions, and a kerchief keep - I will claim after war. Latifa Guljamova».
Иркабая so the note has excited that this very day he has written Latife at once two letters.
One of them consisted of the most refined greetings and thanks, and in other he has hinted at feelings about which it is possible to speak to the girl only on an ear. Has passed month two, - the answer to letters was not. In the meantime large fights were played. The part in which there was Irkabaj Mirzaev, became Guards, and it became guards the sergeant. He has again written Latife, but the answer has not received. It is necessary to assume that Irkabaj the hints has strongly offended the girl.
Soon Irkabaj was seriously injured and more month lay in front эвакогоспитале. For definitive treatment it evacuated in deep back, and it has got to that city where lived Latifa. Having remembered the girl, Irkabaj has solved: «As soon as I will rise, I will necessarily go to visit her».
But when it has risen from a cot, having had an opportunity to move by means of a crutch, the determination has left it. «On what to me to hope? - He thought. - it has left my letters without the answer, for a kerchief promised to claim only after war, and it means that she warned: you will not be quit yet with all fascists, do not show the face to me...»
Recently Irkabaj has ceased was and to think about Latife, but a strange dream of a peach garden and the girl, something vaguely reminding of Latife, has again stirred up thoughts on it. Unless it is obligatory to speak at a meeting: «I am Irkabaj Mirzaev!» - it is possible to be called, for example speaking, companion Mirzaeva and to transfer front greetings from it. It seems, it at me the good girl, it will be pleasant to talk to it, maybe, it will be possible to take a walk in a city garden or to descend at cinema.
So sergeant Irkabaj Mirzaev thought guards and, having solved, without postponing, to execute the intention, on the first Sunday has gathered on a visit to Latife. Having dressed up, he has looked in a mirror and remained is happy with itself: the regimentals given out from a hospital warehouse all right sat on its harmonous figure, turned pale after long lying in chamber the person again has got now youthful - a pinkish shade, and the ribbon of two severe wounds sewn to a soldier's blouse explained and even did honourable easy limping on the left foot and standard, white некрашеного a tree a crutch in the right hand.
Having found for the house where a vein of Latifa, Irkabaj with excitement was knocked in a gate. In a head the unpleasant thought has flashed: «And what if Latifa - the old woman whom, similarly grapes , having lost juice, has turned in кишмиш?» And when in a gate before it the wrinkled old woman has seemed, he so has become puzzled that could not tell words.
The old woman, blinking weak-sighted eyes, some seconds silently examined the sergeant and suddenly, having embraced for a neck, has kissed in both cheeks.
- Ah you, smart guy, my handsome man,
- have exorcised it to Irkabaem, how with the most expensive person,
- That it at you with feet? Come, come more soon.
Here, my darling... Shuffling the feet, it has hasty gone to low крылечку. - Hey, the daughter where you there, put a samovar. LooK here, there has arrived the fighter from front...
Heart of Irkabaja has shuddered at thought that now he will see Latifu.
On a porch there was a girl of years of seventeen, in striped a lancet pattern a dress, with the long black plaits laid in some numbers round a head.
It only has greeted the front-line soldier and has escaped in the house to strive on an economy. Иркабай with bitterness has thought, seeing off her eyes: «I have frightened off Such beauty the foolish letters!»
- And such guy as you, war still does not allow suit the corner and to grant the desires,
- the old woman meanwhile spoke, spreading for Irkabaja a blanket on soup,
- Oh, a time. And all because of madman Hitler,
- to burn to it on fire in the next world... And Latifa, likely, too with you, the sonny?
The house left the girl with a cloth in hands. Having heard last words of mother, she has smiled:
- Here with it also began, mum... You from what front? - She has addressed to Irkabaju, - the Sister on Central.
-How?!
- Irkabaj,
- Latifa at the front has with astonishment exclaimed?
Why it there?
-The Nurse has gone. Has left from here in May of last year.
-Here it as!
- Yes, the sonny so... the old woman has again started talking. - how many I spoke to it: you cannot go by a game, are not able to shoot from a gun, - that will do at the front? No, has not obeyed. Brave very much. Only also thought of war. Wrote letters to Red Army men and commanders, sent gifts.
Here more year has passed, as has left, and letters all go and go for it from all fronts. The daughter, how many you has sent it of letters. Yes, I remember: hundred two letters. Иркабай even was frightened: «my Three... And ninety more nine!» - and all from front?
- The expert those who in back, she and did not want to be known. The such... Go, bring, the daughter, its card, let the brother will look... The daughter has read Some letters to me. So are glad, so its Red Army men and commanders thank... Two letters are written by any naughty guy... Yes it is fine, let lives long.

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Иркабай has densely reddened. The girl has brought some photos.

Acted in film still here, - she has told, stretching Irkabaju one of cards.
From a photo it is timid, hardly, the very young girl looked. «And well you, be silent», - as if its confused smile spoke, warning any praises to its beauty.
- Look, the sonny, - the old woman on other card has told. Is it acted in film in Moscow.
«As there is to it a military form!.» - at Irkabaja even зарябило in eyes. Here
Latifa was absolutely another. It stood with is proud of the thrown up head, its eyes fervently gleamed, and weigh its kind as though spoke: «Hey, the guy, keep!»
Иркабай has reflected. Mechanically it has turned a card and has seen the front address of Latify.
-You have learnt it?
- The old woman has asked.
- Mummy!
- the trembled voice Irkabaj has addressed to it.
- Give me a card. One of parcels of Latife has got to my close friend. It the wounded man, lies in hospital, and he very much would like to get acquainted...
-What is his name?
Иркабай has become puzzled.
- From those letters which you have received,
- he began to explain,
- three letters - from it.
But it not that naughty guy about whom you spoke... It... Irkabaj has absolutely got confused and has become silent.
- Well, take, - sister Latify has told and has smiled, as though having solved, who this "it".
Иркабай has put a card in a breast pocket and has risen. As its mistress persuaded to remain to drink tea, he has said goodbye and has left, being afraid to give out itself.
Having returned to hospital, Irkabaj till the evening made the letter. Having written it, at last, clean, it took a dark blue envelope - precisely such in what has sent it the letter of Latifa, and has made on it an accurate inscription:
«Field army. ППМ 19640-B. to Hand over to dark-browed and black-eyed Latife Guljamovova if it has taken out from a field of battle more than ten wounded men».
This time Irkabaj has managed to tell much in the letter to the girl, but to retell here its maintenance, perhaps, it would be immodest.
[1] Latife - is a woman’s name.
[2] Irkabaj - is a man’s name
[3] Иркабай- is a man’s name