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The ninth letter of Mizhappar of the short novel of Holder Volcano

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    -Get down! - the chief physician told and himself the first lay down on the crude earth as though military helicopters and fighters flew "Shark" to strike blow to the territory of mental hospital carpet bombing. By order of the chief doctor, the other doctors and nurses followed him. We look, - from-for medical cases there was a crowd of mentally ill, and, pushing the cart with wheels from a tractor, went towards an arbor where visitors usually sit with the mentally ill relatives. Seeing this, we froze, as if in photographs. Because on the cart sat the leader of our party, the great and valiant hero of his era leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy wise. When the cart stopped, leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy got up and started talking: - Dear relatives on disease! Thanks to everyone who voted for me! I knew it would be that way! Now you and I will kick out of our psychiatric hospital all these doctors and nurses with educators who want to treat us! They have no place in this sacred institution! We now have unlimited freedom and will be with you to privatize medical buildings, developing small and medium business. First, we'll knock down all these trees and plow these flower beds, turn them into fields, and plant a pumpkin there! We have enough forces and funds for this, comrades brothers on disease! Let these doctors who suffer from paranoia, schizophrenia and epilepsy roll their way! We have our own way, which leads to a bright future! I see, one mentally ill person constantly writes down in a pencil in the notebook everything that to speak leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy. Another patient warmly applauded by the president of the mentally ill, Qurumboy. -Hurrah-ah-ah! - the crowd of mentally ill people cried in one voice. We, Mamadiar, Yuldashvoy and I, too, went to the wagon to congratulate our super-leader Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy wise with a Grand victory in the presidential election. - Comrade commander! Please accept my congratulations on behalf of the members of our party on the Grand victory in the presidential election! We are happy for you, and we believe that You are quite worthy of it! We also know and firmly believe that democracy and freedom of thought will flourish in our country now more than ever! Our people will now have free access to information and world news, that is, there will be no restrictions and censorship in the media! Remember, the comrade commander, we are in the years of exile were waiting for a political spring and built a huge birdhouse for birds of happiness "Gamayun". You lived in a foreign country then and were the leader of the United opposition. Remember? That came the spring that We have been waiting for! - I said, wiping away tears of joy with a green beret of Legionnaire paratroopers. But, leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy not know me, nor Yuldashvoy or Mamadiar. On the contrary, pointing to me with his tarpaulin boot without a sole, indignantly shouted: - Who else?! Why is he yelling at me?! Is he a badass or something?! What is the political spring and what kind of a bird such as, Gamayun?! What freedom of thought, what democracy?! What kind of opposition he says, I do not understand at all! What is the opposition?! Yes, this opposition must be destroyed! They are not the opposition, they are terrorists! They should be caught like stray cats and put in a cage, that is, in prison! They have no right to exist in this world! They are the enemies of our long-suffering people! What do you see?! Catch them! Kill them! Hearing this, the mentally ill attacked us like a tribe of hungry cannibals in the rain forests. We, of course, in time made feet and ran to gate.

   The ninth letter of Mizhappar of the short novel of Holder Volcano
  
  
  
   Hi, Mr. Sitmarat!
  
   Today we again went to the city to visit the legendary commander who put his wise head on the chopping block of the executioner in the name of the future of our people, leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy. There we saw doctors who stood in the yard and they told us to wait as in this institution pass presidential elections, and there is a vote counting. Hearing this news, we were stunned.
   - What presidential election?! Here is you and democracy! Why don't we know anything about this?! We would also participate in the presidential elections! We know you organized all these elections on purpose when our party leader fell ill. How many candidates participate in these so-called elections?! Why don't people know about it?! It's not fair! It is a total dictatorship! - I screamed in rage.
   - Yes, here I completely agree with You, Dr. Mizhappar. I will tell you frankly that there is only one candidate in this election, and he promises to improve the life of our people by making bread free. Therefore, there is no doubt that this candidate to win races for a presidential chair - the chief physician of hospital with confidence told.
   - I wanted to argue with the head doctor, but the noise that rose, suppressed my voice.
   -Step aside! The President is in his cart! To lay all and not to raise their heads! Not that, we'll just be forced to open fire to kill! - shouted, the person who stood on the cart, having put on the face a mask and holding the wooden automatic machine in hands.
   -Get down! - the chief physician told and himself the first lay down on the crude earth as though military helicopters and fighters flew "Shark" to strike blow to the territory of mental hospital carpet bombing. By order of the chief doctor, the other doctors and nurses followed him. We look, - from-for medical cases there was a crowd of mentally ill, and, pushing the cart with wheels from a tractor, went towards an arbor where visitors usually sit with the mentally ill relatives. Seeing this, we froze, as if in photographs. Because on the cart sat the leader of our party, the great and valiant hero of his era leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy wise. When the cart stopped, leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy got up and started talking:
   - Dear relatives on disease! Thanks to everyone who voted for me! I knew it would be that way! Now you and I will kick out of our psychiatric hospital all these doctors and nurses with educators who want to treat us! They have no place in this sacred institution! We now have unlimited freedom and will be with you to privatize medical buildings, developing small and medium business. First, we'll knock down all these trees and plow these flower beds, turn them into fields, and plant a pumpkin there! We have enough forces and funds for this, comrades brothers on disease! Let these doctors who suffer from paranoia, schizophrenia and epilepsy roll their way! We have our own way, which leads to a bright future!
   I see, one mentally ill person constantly writes down in a pencil in the notebook everything that to speak leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy. Another patient warmly applauded by the president of the mentally ill, Qurumboy.
   -Hurrah-ah-ah! - the crowd of mentally ill people cried in one voice.
   We, Mamadiar, Yuldashvoy and I, too, went to the wagon to congratulate our super-leader Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy wise with a Grand victory in the presidential election.
   - Comrade commander! Please accept my congratulations on behalf of the members of our party on the Grand victory in the presidential election! We are happy for you, and we believe that You are quite worthy of it! We also know and firmly believe that democracy and freedom of thought will flourish in our country now more than ever! Our people will now have free access to information and world news, that is, there will be no restrictions and censorship in the media! Remember, the comrade commander, we are in the years of exile were waiting for a political spring and built a huge birdhouse for birds of happiness "Gamayun". You lived in a foreign country then and were the leader of the United opposition. Remember? That came the spring that We have been waiting for! - I said, wiping away tears of joy with a green beret of Legionnaire paratroopers.
   But, leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy not know me, nor Yuldashvoy or Mamadiar. On the contrary, pointing to me with his tarpaulin boot without a sole, indignantly shouted:
   - Who else?! Why is he yelling at me?! Is he a badass or something?! What is the political spring and what kind of a bird such as, Gamayun?! What freedom of thought, what democracy?! What kind of opposition he says, I do not understand at all! What is the opposition?! Yes, this opposition must be destroyed! They are not the opposition, they are terrorists! They should be caught like stray cats and put in a cage, that is, in prison! They have no right to exist in this world! They are the enemies of our long-suffering people! What do you see?! Catch them! Kill them!
   Hearing this, the mentally ill attacked us like a tribe of hungry cannibals in the rain forests.
   We, of course, in time made feet and ran to gate. The sick were still chasing after us, but they didn't catch up, because we were running at a breakneck speed. It is good that the gate was open, and we managed to escape. Fortunately the bus stop was the bus, and we managed to get in it. Although I was doing karate and have a simple, black pants belt with a crocodile pattern, I was still scared to death. Here I sit now in my cabin and write you a letter, still shaking my knees. Okay, Mr. Sitmrat round out your short letter and for the sake of security, the carcass of a kerosene lamp. Say Hello to everyone... Poof!.. Oh, man, the kerosene lamp fell off the table!.. A -a-a-a-a, uh, lit my jacket! Help me!.. Oh, thank God the flames went out... Okay, good night, Mr.Sitmrat.
   With fear for tomorrow, - the guard of leader of our party Qurumboy Qoramoygutalin Moriqultezak Tappitutuniy - matial artist Mizhappar.
  
  
  
   27 April, 2008,
   12 hours, 24 minutes of the night.
   The Collective Farm "Chapaev".
  
  
  
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