Author of quotes: Shamshidova Markha. Page 1

I remember in the morning I woke up from the sound of the milk separator, she hummed with a strange sound, which I still remember, my grandmother twisted the separator, sang nazam and cried, and I sat next to me and wondered why she was crying, I did not understand what was bothering her and ask me It was always a shame, Ma, how long have you not woken me up in the morning, I haven't eaten the food you cooked for so long, this taste still stayed with me, I'm so sorry that I hugged you so little that I didn't ask you when you were crying what worries you, so much that I missed, that I wanted to tell you, nothing is forgotten and nothing dies, everything remains in the memories, whom I loved, who was around, though it takes time for a while, if I could exactly half an hour to return the time that I was with you, I know that I am not the only one who thought so, everyone thinks so, and in each of us there is that part of these memories and regrets that will remain a wound, resentment, tears, longing, and pain. Your every word was right, that on the heart is on the tongue, and I never got tired of these words, stories, your behavior, look, how you stroked the dress with your hand when you talked, gait, posture, it all remained in me, in to my soul and in the end, I will say like my grandmother, (Dika Hill val vezarkh khu dunen chu) # remembrance # thinking aloud💭 # grandmother # alive # one13 # 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

Who knows what plays in my heart that fills my soul and satisfies my longing that I have never experienced, as it is now, what is beneath me, around me and over me, perhaps I'll write about it tomorrow...

All feelings come and go, there is only sadness. She will forever remain with You. She continues to stay with You, apicata all the senses...

I was critical of that look, those brown eyes that I learned soul, but those brown eyes betrayed me, and that I gave them in return? His view, which was my soul, until death.

My memories they will always be with me, not marry, do not marry, and no one I have, they are not taken away, but death.

Faith is like a piano in your heart, the sound of which will never reach the synth, the belief in the oneness of ALLAH, the pledge of the internal unity of man and the purity of each pressed keys...

Heart, be decent and brave for me, let my words and actions do not deprive me of you...