As I didn’t have surgery, I got free earlier today. After an evening shift at the hospital, I handed the work over to a colleague on duty and went outside. It was raining. I felt pity and thought that the apricot blossomed last night. It was raining a bit, and rain in such a way […]
Nilufar was overjoyed. Finally, sitting in front of the piano she was able to play the sonata of her favourite composer without a score and without making a mistake anywhere. This situation was extremely exciting news for her. Because she had not been able to do it for weeks, and no matter how hard she […]
Professor Murod Ikromovich looked fast at his watches, then corrected his glasses, bent from one side, and looked at the main hall of the theater, stretching his neck. “The premiere is going to start right now.” At that moment both of my eyes were on the name of the spectacle, written on the poster. “Professor, […]
I love October. There is more wind and rain in October. The weather is often cloudy. Yellow leaves rustle under your feet, and a leaf fall brings peace and comfort to your heart. Yesterday it was windy, but today it rained. By evening, though it was quiet, the bitterness that came from the ground, and […]
Story by SHERZOD ARTIKOV Suddenly I woke up. It was morning. Someone was calling me in a loud voice that came from the street. “Uncle Nurmat,” I greeted as I opened the gate and saw my neighbour dressed oddly. “Me… me…” he said hurriedly. “I have been calling for you for a long time. It’s […]
Story by SHERZOD ARTIKOV The existence of other seasons is a lie There is only autumn in this world, darling. (Shukhrat Arif) I was late for “Le Procope” restaurant. Maftuna had already arrived and was sitting at a table, flipping through a dark red cover fashion magazine to pass the time. Her husband was […]
Two days ago, I spoke plainly with the hospital doctor who was treating me. He shook his head sadly and showed me a picture of my stomach churning ( Damn cancer). There was no hope. According to the doctor, I have two months to live. I can live another month by God’s grace. I never […]
Father’s Pigeons | Story | SHERZOD ARTIKOV | Uzbekistan Writer “This is the place that you told,” the driver said. The taxi came to a halt near the edge of the road. I looked around from inside the car. The view – the edifice with two green cupolas and myriad pigeons around them appeared in […]
Hemingway and My Mother | SHERZOD ARTIKOV | Story I slept soundly on Sunday. Other days I was not able to get enough sleep. The thought of not being late for work was preventing me from sleeping. On the other hand, breakfast was not going as planned. I hurried to my office in the center […]
