Journey to Tajikistan (part 2): My mother

 Our good friend, Manizha, agreed to work all summer on a series of articles taking us “inside Tajikistan”.  It is truly a gift to have a “little-known” country opened up through the eyes of a native.  We are very grateful to Manizha for this wonderful opportunity.

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IN the life of each of us there is an important person. In my life it was my mother. She was the kindest and most sympathetic person in the world. She taught us to help people, trust them and support them in any situation. My mother was very fond of literature and knew it well. Thanks to her we all love to read and then share our impressions. My mother often took us to the movies and then we had lunch in a café, ate delicious cakes and talked about the movie. On summer evenings, we would look up at the sky and my mother would tell us about the stars, planets, and galaxies.

     When I was a child I loved to hear my mother’s stories. She read a variety of literature: fiction, popular science, and educa-tional books and so she knew a lot of interesting things. My mother often told us interesting stories. They were so interesting and colorful that I thought I had seen a movie. It seemed to me that I was there and saw everything with my own eyes. I especially liked stories about ancient civilizations and about the seven wonders of the world. That’s probably why I always wanted to see ancient Egypt and Babylon. When my mother told me about the statue of Zeus in Olympia I really wanted to go there and meet the architect Phidias. I told my mother and she said that I needed a time machine. Then she told me about the novel by H. G. Wells “The Time Machine”. My mother said that Wells had another interesting novel, “The Invisible Man”. We read the book and then watched the movie. It always was that way. My mother told us something interesting and advised us what books to read. I am very grateful to her for this.

     When I think of my mother, I remember her slightly sad and very kind eyes, her soft hands, interesting stories and a lot of delicious food that she cooked for us. Thanks to my mother we had a happy childhood.

     My mother’s most important lesson to us was to be happy no matter what. — Manizha 

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