The singing box
6 March 2011
My family gave me a telephone. It is small and grey and it plays a tune when someone calls. I do not like the tune. It is not a tune, it is a sneeze. Cholpon changed it to a komuz, but the komuz sounds like a toy.
Last week it rang in the middle of the aitysh rehearsal. I answered. It was my grandson, he asked: "Grandfather, can you hear me?" I said: "Of course I can, I am three metres from you." It was a different grandson, in Talas. I will never understand.