For a moment, it crossed my mind to show the story I wrote from raw soil to teacher Savalan's father, let him read it, anyway, he was the chairman of the collective farm, he probably knows more than his son, but I gave up on this idea out of fear.
Bir an ürəyimdən keçdi ki, xam torpaqdan yazdığım hekayəni Savalan müəllimin atasına göstərim, oxusun, necə olmasa da kişi kolxoz sədridi, yəqin ki, oğlundan çox bilər, ancaq qorxumdan bu fikrimdən vaz keçdim.