Мўминжон сулаймонов норгул момо (ҳикоя)

2015 йил.


Mominjon SULAYMONOV


NORGUL MOMO (story)
I dedicate it to the memory of those who died during World War II
I have known Norgul momo since I knew her name. He was still old, he had nothing to do with anyone, he was an old woman, in my opinion. It seemed to me that he would live like this for a lifetime.
I asked my mother a lot about my grandmother, who lives alone in the next neighborhood. But I didn't hear a word. Momo didn’t work anywhere, and no one knew what she was doing at all. He wanders the streets from morning till night. He doesn't talk to anyone. He had a strange habit: he would take home a stick, a stick, or a piece of wood as firewood. Wherever he saw a piece of bread, he would blow on the dust, put it in his lap, and take it home. He did not beg. He did not go to the wedding or the funeral. I did not hear anyone enter the house. In the average yard he lived alone.
I studied for ten years and graduated from high school. I studied for four years and graduated from the institute. For three years I worked in my field - construction. Large construction companies have disintegrated and there is no job left for a high-skilled builder-engineer like me, by the way.
I was offered a job as a secretary at a neighborhood assembly. I still haven’t given in to my youth as an excuse.
"You did all the work, you just kept the paperwork, there was a chairman, there were advisers," they said. It seemed interesting to me too. Every morning and evening, I went to this crowded building only once or twice to get a certificate. So it was a mystery to me what the people working in this building were doing.
I started working. Gradually I became interested in myself as well. Even if you work here, it doesn't end there. But even if you don't work, the day will pass. But you really need to write a reference every day. Whoever has a problem in the neighborhood, the neighborhood runs to the citizens' meeting. Who was beaten by her husband, who was quarreling with his wife, who was being kicked out of the yard by his brother, who was arguing with a neighbor, and so on. There are many problems, many issues. It's all controversial. When people are dark and calm, it has nothing to do with the neighborhood meeting. But as soon as the problem comes out, he runs to the neighborhood. The performance was a lot of fun. Different people. Various problems. The chairman, tired of working for many years, wrote an application once or twice. Eventually he said he was sick and stopped coming to work.
Everything was left to me. I was the one who went to the meeting in the center of the district, and I was the one who discussed family disputes. Am I young enough to say that I can resolve the conflict quickly and get the job done? But where do you say? Problems and conflicts have increased day by day. One on top of the other. You can't help but admire Halimjon, a retired teacher who has worked at the school for many years. You know, there are people of different races living in our neighborhood. Sometimes what one says doesn’t apply to the other. Especially when it comes to weddings, God forbid. If a little bit of "white" or "red" enters it, that's it.