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  Capter 9 of the Povest of Holder Volcano "Falling leaves"
  Chapter 9
  The tractor driver Sultan was driving his tractor on a country road, thinking about the beauty Khurshida, forgetting everything else except the steering wheel and the road.
  - What a beautiful girl! What color was her hair, what hair, Oh, my God! They look like curly algae in the clear water on the ocean, on some Pacific Atoll! And the figure of her? Eyes, lips, smooth chin, Swan-like neck and white soft hands! If Khurshida will participate in the international beauty contest, I'm sure on one hundred percent that she would take the first place, and possess the title of "the Most beautiful girl on the planet." I wonder if Khurshida has a boyfriend? I wonder why I did not immediately asked her? Oh, i wish this tractor go faster. Why is time as slow as a tortoise in the Galapagos Islands? On other days, the sun quickly rises over the fields and wakes skylarks, who selflessly poured a trill on an empty stomach, and there look - it's already heading into the sunset, where the plaintive buzzing mosquitoes. Oh, it's beauty slowly and silently rises like the moon softly lighting the deserted fields of my soul, reducing me crazy! As now I can work and live without her? And how loudly she laughs!
  With such thoughts the tractor driver Sultan arrived at the field where the cotton harvesters in the morning started picking cotton. He stopped his tractor in a convenient place at lunchtime cotton growers bring to the weigh harvested cotton in huge bales. Sitting in the cockpit, he found the sight Khurshida, jumped from the cab and approached her. They said Hello.
  - Well, mister slacker Monsieur Sultan de La Crua je'mapple a la maison general, la tge bien, merci beaucoup moi!, help me gather the cotton? Here, take my extra apron and put it on - she grinned Khurshida.
  - And, of course, will help, Madam Duchess Khurshidbanu Madame de La Marquise La tombala neige a pa seue pasuble manege said the tractor driver Sultan, wearing the apron, so from the front it formed a pouch like a kangaroo.
  - Well, how similar do I look like a kangaroo? -asked the tractor driver Sultan bouncing.
  - The kangaroo arms are very short and You have long arms -said Khurshida fun and laughing loudly.
  - Yes? You think? However, Madam Duchess Khurshidbanu Madame de La Marquise La tombala neige a pa seue pasuble manege, you can climb up to my bumper and I'll ride across the savannah cotton fields, doing a two-meter jumping - said the tractor driver Sultan.
  Khurshida again burst into laughter. So conversing, the lovers began to pick cotton.
  Sultan, who were you before, before you got here? - asked Khurshida.
  -Oh, it's a long story - started to remember about his past Sultan, not looking up from his work and continued. -I used to work in Charvak mountain nature reserve as a Ranger. I lived in a cottage on a high cliff, at an altitude of 1000 meter above sea level. In cloudy weather my hut disappeared among the clouds. Sooner from lack of oxygen I was oposals ears, and my nose was bleeding. Then gradually I got used to it. Under a high cliff, where I led a solitary life, furiously seething mountain river, and its waves roar assailed on granite rocks, honing and polishing them to a Shine mirrors. The water in the river was so cold that my teeth instantly froze even in summer. Entering the water was more dangerous not so much because of the transience and deep-water nature of the river, but because of its icy water that freezes the feet, body and even the human brain. The amazing thing to me was that in a river with too cold water, fish lived. One evening, opening the window of my hut, I lowered a rope with a bucket into a deep well and got the water out of the river. Then I raised the bucket. Look in the bucket floats a small carp, slapping the tail on water, which splashed, glittering in the light of the shining moon! Well, wonders! - I think. For a person like me who lives in the desolate mountains, it was amazing. And on a nearby cliff lived an eagle. They were flying high, spreading its mighty wings and soared in the sky forming a large circle.
  -Chyaaaaaaake!- the eagles shouted they have, proudly flying over a century of mining the rocks above the forests above the rushing river. Although they by nature were birds of prey, but they lived in their nest in peace and friendship, treated each other with understanding and respect. The eagles fed their Chicks fresh meat, when people in our country ate only bread and tea, sometimes eating the grass as vegetarians. I was jealous of eagles and white and from the heart, because they lived freely, not like other eagles that live in cells.
  One day I came home from work and look in my cabin all upside down, as they say, upside down. The cause of the mess I immediately recognized. It turns out that my hut got protein. I barely drove it, hitting with a slotted spoon in the bowl and shouting. In clear weather, looking out the window of the hut you can enjoy the summer scenery. Were fascinated by the snow coated mountain peaks, green pine forests with its original untouched form. The funny thing was that when I looked down, it seemed to me that rock where is my hut, floating in the air constantly, like a ship at sea. My head was spinning at the sight of this spectacle. In bad weather I was forced to stay at home, tightly closed doors and Windows, as the cabin could invade the clouds. In the cloudless night sit at the window and watching the moon in the vast sky teeming with a myriad of stars shimmering over the forest. Sometimes in the blue dusk I fell asleep at the window leaning on the sill. Sometimes the noise starts pouring tropical rain, and the grey wall of rain fade area.Rolling thunder, stunning the neighborhood. And after the rain and easy breathing, filling your lungs fresh and healthy air. After the rain, the world seems rejuvenated. In such moments, you more want to live on this beautiful planet. You see, on the leaves of grass and on the wet branches of bushes slowly crawling snails, lazily stretching out their delicate little horns on the ends of which located their tiny eyes. I love snails. They move slowly, sticking his neck out of the fragile shell. Deep in the mountains where I lived and worked as a Ranger, especially on the lawns, snails lot - I finished the story of the tractor driver Sultan.
  -What wonderful dreams and what You have a past lyric, Sultan! - admiringly said Khurshida.
  Yeah, I can't complain. Now let me ask You one delicate question, Duchess Khurshidbanu Madame de La Marquise La tombala neige a pa seue pasuble manege - said the tractor driver Sultan, without waiting for a reply, continued:
  - Of course, I am sorry for what You are asking sometimes silly questions, like an inexperienced investigator in an investigative isolator. It's the fact that I love You, and without You I can't live not only in this world, but even in Heaven. Well, judge for yourself if I miss You after a few minutes after we parted, how can I live without You in heaven where people live forever? I love You so much that when I see You, I freeze for a moment like a wall, like the person in the picture. Answer me honestly and straight-You have a boyfriend or not? Soothe the soul of the poor mechanic, who adores you. Did you find it difficult to say two little words, Yes or no?
  After hearing the tractor driver Sultan, Khurshida again blushed. She tried not to look into the eyes of the tractor driver Sultan, who waited for an answer from her on his hard inquisitive question. Finally, Khurshida said:
  - You know, You are asking me very tough questions. Well, the tractor driver Sultan, if You insist, then I will have to still answer this question. Just promise me that You won't be offended -Khurshida said, his eyes downcast.
  - I promise. The word of man - said the tractor driver Sultan, prepared to listen.
  I don't know how to tell You...Well, if briefly, then... yeah , I mean... I have a boyfriend - admitted Khurshida. From these words the tractor driver Sultan shuddered, turned pale face from feelings of jealousy and powerlessness.
  Yes? - he said with difficulty, as he had a dry throat. Although the tractor driver Sultan was quite strong and a strong guy, but there he sat from impotence on a large bale of cotton.
  - Yes - said Khurshida.
  - Who is he? - asked the tractor driver Sultan.
  I'm afraid to say. He's so handsome, strong, clever,Khurshida started to list the positive side of her lover guy.
  - Well, You cut me without a knife. Well... well, okay. So there is still have a boyfriend. Well, it's a pity that so happened. Okay bye then, I'll leave so as not to disturb You. Au-revoir, Mrs Duchess Khurshidbanu Madame de La Marquise La tombala neige a pa seue pasuble manege, Au-revoir- said the tractor driver Sultan, rising, going out. But then it kept - Khurshida said.
  - It's you! That is, I have no boyfriend, except for You, Sultan! -Khurshida said smiling and blushing.
  -Yes?! -asked the tractor driver Sultan.
  - Yes - quietly, almost in a whisper - said Khurshida.
  The tractor driver Sultan full of joy he wanted to shout at the whole field that he's the luckiest man in the world, but Khurshida shut his mouth with the palm of his gentle hands. The tractor driver Sultan hugged his beloved girl tightly and kissed her on the lips, eyes, neck...
  - Hurray! he said, looking into the beautiful eyes. And she smiled through her tears.
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