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Others, however, said it was a love match. He would wash it and then put chinglz on while it was still damp, for he had no other.
Let go of the sack! Our village was situated along the bank of the Kurkureu, on a slope of the Great Mountains. I had no doubt that Jamila would be able to handle a two-horse trap. The people parted to let him pass, but the receiving agent could not control himself and shouted: Now and again he would start and become rigid, his eyes would open wide.
It’s a good thing my daughter’s big enough to help now. When I returned to the threshing-floor, my happy mood was immediately clouded. It is difficult to explain the change that came over her–perhaps the sunset had put her mind at ease, or perhaps she felt happy after the day’s work.
Jamila () – IMDb
Sign in with Facebook Other Sign in options. Jamila did not fall behind. Daniyar sat limply and glumly, as if he were merely resting after the long day’s work.
The people approved of Daniyar coming back to his native village. This was never questioned, it was an established custom, and, far from being a topic for discussion, we never even stopped to wonder whether it was right or not.
She wanted me to aiitmatov a good farmer, smart and ambitious, not a man like my father, who spent his days planing and sawing away in silence.
Thousands of stirrups jangled, thousands of djigits took to the saddle; ahead of them red banners waved on the colour staffs, behind, beyond the dust raised by the horses’ hooves, the sorrowful and majestic wail of their mothers and wives throbbed and beat against the ground: Our close relatives lived in the neighbouring yard, known to the villagers as the Small House.
Somewhere far away, at Kursk and Orel, our fathers and brothers battled the enemy, while we, lads of fifteen, worked on the collective farm. And when I said: Daniyar sang on and on, oblivious to everything, while the enchanted August night listened to him in silence.
I had a feeling that he jxmila to rush forward and snatch Jamila away from the djigits. But it didn’t bother her a bit.
Suddenly, I recognised two of Daniyar’s horses. I reproached her, distressed. Daniyar paid no attention to me. But such thoughts were fleeting, I drove them from my mind.
Aitmatov’s Jamila: An Analysis
The title should be at least 4 characters long. But Daniyar could not turn back: Should I call to them? I could not tear my eyes from their tense, yet determined faces. The Shadows of Ghadames.
JAMILA – ENGLISH – CHINGIZ AITMATOV
Everyone aitmarov the threshing-floor roared with laughter at the young people’s pranks. The Small House was considered an independent household with its own grounds and its own cattle, but, actually, we lived together. The cold, wet lucerne slapped loudly against my bare legs, it stung the cracked skin of my soles, but I felt wonderful.