LIFE (Story) Summer of 1993. After finishing school, like my other classmates, I went to the city in search of education. My first visit to Shymkala. I failed the exam and had to return to the village. I entered the canteen there to fill my rumbling stomach until the bus was full. I ordered food and sat down in one of the empty seats. A guy wearing a tie and his eyes were sitting in the seat next to me. It is obvious that he is drunk. He pours water from the bottle in front of him and gulps it down. It's like a pleasure in itself. Looking at his clothes and appearance, I made him look like a jockey in a big position. A 30-35 year old citizen. I have never seen people who pour vodka and drink it themselves. Still, I tried not to show my surprise and not look where he was sitting. "When you go to the city, don't look around like you don't see anything. You quickly show that you are a naive Kazakh who came from the village. I have memorized well the words of my fellow villagers who said, "You are an easy prey for swindlers who will steal your money." If I look at this vodka drinker, he seems to know that I am from the village. While he was drinking with himself, he caught my eye. I even looked away as if I didn't understand him. "Hey, byratishka," he shouted. It is not known whether he told me or someone else. I pretended that I didn't hear him and didn't even see him at all. I turned my head after repeating the sloppy Russian again. He is telling me. "Me?" — Yes. Come and sit here. Let's sleep together. Although I didn't want to go near a person who was drunk and covered in vodka, I was curious about what he would say to someone I don't know in his drunken state, so I got up and sat down at the table opposite him. - Do you drink? This was the type of the last first question from Aman. I immediately refused. - That's right, don't drink. You are still young. If he is not drinking, he seems to speak straight. They did not even ask me who I am, where I came from, or what I was doing. - I am the director of a state farm in Lengir. I came to the city today. It's time for the court. I broke up with my wife a week ago. It's a shame, that problem, before the issue of the registry office was solved, someone else took it. Bastard! Can't wait until the divorce is documented! A nation where women are not married! I understood that he was drinking vodka because of his burn. As if reading my mind: "Yes, I'm burning from that." This is not the case. If you see the riot in our state farm! I'm the only fool there! There is no healthy person left on earth! I don't want to see anyone! He got angry. To be honest, he went to some places. I decided to sit and listen. Anyway, my bus doesn't run for more than an hour. It seems that I spent some time listening to this drunkard's rant. What do you think will go away, what he is talking about is his own problem, he is talking about it, no one has wintered... - My brother, you are still young. My story may not be clear to you. But when you reach my age, you will understand all this. In short, I'm fed up with name calling. I want to die. - Why? Why? - I said, not finding the order to sit down. He sat in silence for a while and then spoke again. https://youtube.com/@san_turli_tagdir... Author: Myktibek Oraztaiuly #audiobook collection of impressive stories