Goodbye to the brigade
Sunday, August 26th, 2012 at 9:00 pm by ErkinI gave notice. On the last day the brigade made a table in the cabin: Mahmud's plov, Zoya Pavlovna's pie, salad, tea, one bottle of the other thing for Dmitry. Sherzod gave me a knife with a horn handle from Namangan. Mahmud said nothing, and then he said: "In the spring I will come to see the cathedral on the hill." I said he must come. We hugged for a very long time.

The farewell table in the cabin. Mahmud's plov, not stirred.
In seven years I built nine houses, I have a tan on my neck and a bad knee. And a ticket for October.