THE LINGUISTICAL STATUS OF “HYPERBOLA” IN MODERN LINGUISTICS
ABSTRACT.
Annotation. Cognitive science can be developed in linguistics today. The “concept”, which is the object of study of the basis of cognitive linguistics, is a framed view of “cognitive semantics” as a result of mental processes, in language to its verbalizers. The concept of “hyperbola” is among such concepts. Articles, the universal nature of hyperbola stylistic tool is highlighted, the similar and different knowledge of verbalizers of their lexical and semantic “deeper research, their lexical and deeper study in Uzbek languages” hyperbola” tools is highlighted.
INTRODUCTION. Today, in world linguistics, as well as in the linguistics of our country, attention is being paid to the study of the use of language as a social phenomenon. The interest of scientists in the fact that language is an important means of communication between people and its unique mediating function in communication, to study a number of aspects arising from the need for communication, is growing more and more. The department of general linguistics called stylistics or “stylistics” that investigates language as a means of communication performs an important task of consistent and systematic study and clarification of its communicative-pragmatic issues and problems.
Another direction in world linguistics – cognitive linguistics – is developing and flourishing. The subject of his analysis is the role of language in the process of understanding the objective existence of language speakers or writers, as well as the role of cognitive factors in the process of the formation, development and use of language as a means of communication, the unique role of the human factor in it, conceptualization and categorization of the system of human knowledge about the objective world. is the scientific research and scientific illumination of the techniques, tools and methods of language storytelling through processes. In linguistics, the “concept”, which is the main object of the study of cognitive linguistics, as a result of mental processes, has its own special verbalizers, i.e., means of realizing them directly in the language. The concept of “hyperbola” is one such concept.
Hyperbole is one of the most common stylistic tools. In order to exert a strong influence on the interlocutor in the process of communication, the speaker is inextricably linked with his communicative-pragmatic purpose-goal, that is, the need to exaggerate one or another description of an object or event. With the intention of fully realizing the “cognitive/conceptual semantics of hyperbole”, using the stylistic tool of “hyperbole”, he tries to make the speech in the dialogue consistent with the situation, attractive, impressive and expressive. The universal nature of hyperbola is related to such an important factor that its linguo-cognitive basis is “the conceptual semantics of hyperbola, existing in the thinking of every sane person who speaks and writes in the language, is normalized by the received society. Therefore, it is a perceptual phenomenon expressed in the social conceptosphere, and such semantics cannot legally be manifested in any living language through a special system of specific verbal and non-verbal means” (Karaboyev J.B 2015, 74-75.
In conclusion, it can be said that in modern linguistics, a new, interdisciplinary direction – cognitive linguistics-is increasingly developing. Research specific to this direction is based on the principle of anthropocentrism, and the focus of such research is the human factor. At the same time, “concept”, which is the main category of cognitive linguistics, as a mental unit, is used to acquire world knowledge. Among various concepts or conceptual semantics, the concept of “hyperbole”, which is one of the cognitive stylistic concepts, is among the concepts that have a universal nature, and it is impossible not to exaggerate them deliberately and often according to the situation. This indicates that this conceptual semantics is a very important and necessary semantics from the communicative point of view. All synonymous, homonymous, hyponymic, hyponymic and patronymic relationships related to hyperbola are implemented within the hyperbola concept area through its components based on the laws of this system.
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Malika Kaxarova was born on July 10,2001 in Uzbekistan, Navoi . She graduated school №2 . Malika is a fourth-year student of Kimyo International University in Tashkent. Currently, she is a student of primary Education. Holder of Yeoju Technical Institute in Tashkent “ Scholarship 2021/2022” and Kimyo International University in Tashkent “ Scholarship 2022/2023”.
Malika has written articles on the topic of education and has appeared in one of the education journals of the Russian Federation, Indonesia, and Uzbekistan. In 2022, the article on the topic “Aesthetic education of students of higher education institutions on the basis of artistic values of Uzbekistan” was published in the scientific journal “ EUROPEAN SCIENCE” on April №1(63) ISSN 2410-2865, MOSCOW.
The article on the topic “Methods of developing interest among students of higher educational institutions in the artistic culture of Uzbekistan” was published in the scientific journal “ WEB OF SCIENTIST: INTERNATIONAL SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH JOURNAL” on JAN,2022 ISSN:2776, VOLUME 3, of in Republic of INDONESIA. the Republic of Indonesia
Additionally, she is learning new languages: Korean, Turkish, Russian.
I could someday found the capital of a huge empire
I drink the death of a fox as if
I were grass in which the dead body will gradually drown
I drink death
I am an unborn fox child
*
the parrot repeats after me as if my phrases are smart and mean something
the human child also repeats after me –
what for?
*
the ant’s revenge
is a pleasant tickling
of my knee
*
no one died except the pig
people thank god for food
the farm is falling asleep
*
the bird outside the window
disappears along with the drops
of autumn rain
Reprint by Litbreak Magazine, 28.11.2023
***
I dream that mosquitoes get rid of their bloody religion and cry in pain
my red hands have become a mosquito graveyard
all night I dream of graves without flowers
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my mother counts the amount of lead and uranium in the earth’s soil
the earth is round like the earth
the sky is black like a mining night
my mom takes the button out of her stomach
father is eloquently silent
the father is not sure that he is the father
Mary is not sure about anything either
and only the baby puts his feet on the milky ground
the Magi bring gifts to the baby Jesus – gills and a gas mask
Reprint by Pegasus
***
for whom do we drink water if from heaven God brings down rain on the earth?
for whom do we live if the top angels press the wrong buttons?
it turns out that we all live on a cloud
it turns out that we are electronic rivers of rain from electronic clouds
Reprint by Ripple Lit
***
the lanterns are shining
people die
water flows
the sun is shining
flowers die
blood flows
people are still dying
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***
strong
hard
sturdy
solid
fast
robust
tough
firm
beefy
hale
soldiers play birds
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***
My cat knows nothing about blood
My cat kills a mouse no matter what breed it is
My cat can’t be Jewish
My cat can have any hair color
My cat can vomit after overeating
My cat can lie down and die quietly in silence
My cat can fuck as much as he wants and wherever he wants
My cat can do nothing
My cat can ask for food without earning it
My cat can pretend to be human
Living people go on living in a cycle of war
Dead people keep dying
***
Invent me
Turn me inside out
Kiss me with weightlessness
Touch me with humility
A little winter for a bird
A little bird for winter
The freckled mirror dissolves
Old men stare into the reflection of the ice
Military pilots waltzing like mosquitoes
The ears that have been blown off are contused
In the reflection of the eyes hides a childhood that no longer exists
***
Mother feeds pigeons by the dugout
Black pigeons in the white snow
Looking for crumbs of bread
***
What do they feed Jewish drowned men?
It would be strange if they fed them fish
It would be strange if they didn’t cry
It would be funny if birds flew in
It would be vague if the Germans did it
It would be funny if children did it
It would be creepy if no one stood on the shore
What the trees were thinking when the hole next to them was dug
What the sand was thinking when they put the corpses on it
What the ravine was thinking when they flooded it
The Jewish Sea which is not to be spoken of
***
I love you but you are
a withered flower and also
covered with frost
***
Pesach of a severed silent vein
Whose blood flowed through the ditch of world (hi)story?
Hі! – tree branches waving
Hee hee! – the roots of the legs laugh and we are not able to move
Meanwhile the bone of a severed branch crunches underfoot
It crunches somewhere in the chest so that I want to break the insides
Fragments of the pain of water and silent stones weave a wreath
Wreaths are usually put on the heads of Jesus brides ukrainian girls
Wreaths are often placed near the graves in the cemetery
And at night in a bed floating in black cast iron
I dream of flowers without graves
During the sand of time the grass underfoot dries out
Therefore instead of grass in wreaths we braid tears
Grass is our home grass is glass
After death I would like to become grass
After death I would like to become glass
After death I would like to be without legs
After all every new day is a small escape for refugees.
I know that my pupils will no longer see a children’s collage
I always knew that one day my college would be smashed
I knew that one day they would kill us all and prayed that I would die beautifully
Unfortunately I did not die although what are the reasons for living
I teach my (eyes?) pupils not to see
I teach my fictional acquaintances to forget
I teach my legs to sleep and dreams to crumble
However time devours all its bad students anyway
I can’t do anything
I can’t even write
After all what is silent poetry capable of talking
Аbout today other than war?
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Love is religion
Every time I drown in you I forget that I can’t swim
Every time I forget that the shore does not exist
Every time I use the right to remember and try to forget
The heart is leather satisfaction
Teach me to steal money not only from talent but also from the body
Teach me how to kiss people I don’t like
Teach me the night because the day is long over
Insatiable bodies fuck in all cracks
I no longer have a body
The body no longer has me
Love is walls without a ceiling in a homeless house
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***
My dog suddenly turned blue
My friend the groomer only sparingly said that he sympathized with my grief
No doctor or zoologist could help either
The psychological support service also did not help me
The dog looked at me sadly and pressed against my leg
It’s been a day since my dog died
Exactly a day has passed since I imagine that my dog did not die, but only turned blue
Exactly a day passed like a day, I throw out the dog food from the bowl and pour a new one
My dog suddenly turned blue
***
My green throat has turned into a garden
I have to be silent a lot
I have to drink a lot so that the trees grow
I have to breathe quietly so as not to frighten the birds
I don’t want to scare those who are happy
***
Nobody counts death until nobody dies
***
summer heat secrets
shells and bullets fly instead of birds and spaceships
***
mom said
when you grow up you will live
mom lied
Essay:
two clods
1.
people living in the grave want to live. every day they collect pennies (calling this process work), study at the university (to temporarily get an exemption from army duty?), go to the grocery store and cook (although automatic robots were invented for this purpose decades ago), build a career (although it would be better for neural networks), they pay taxes on income (so that later they can look for new income for themselves (so that the state can have its own income (to pay benefits to the poor is also income). and what am I doing at the same time? I am fighting the shadow from humanity by closing eyes and creating a cast-iron darkness of blindness. і succeed: my vision is already minus three. meanwhile, the refugees leave their chicken nests and go to Europe. іn Europe, refugees, like ant queens, seek shelter. human miserable life – and this life turned out to be an escape. from where? where? at what pace? why are people still working instead of machines in mcdonalds? why is mcdonalds paid? why is the nuclear winter of dictators so expensive for slaves? humanity living in the grave wants to live.
2.
in childhood, we all often got sick, but with age we have no time to get sick or laziness. in 2022, for the first time since coming of age, my heart ached and I vomited. what are the reasons for my indignation? It turned out that the Nazis are murderers, people who love war are ordinary people who love their children and go to the same store with you. it turned out that fascists always believe that they are fighting fascism (but more often they are just interested in money). it turned out that puke is even nice – and after that there is an opportunity to fall asleep and not see anything. but during global changes, eyes are always opened. in childhood, they lied in blockbusters: the military does not always have two arms and legs, the head is not always intact, the intestines are not always hidden inside the body, the body is not always present in principle. Is it only dust that exempts you from taxes? how many years did you work and pay taxes before you died? how much money did you pay for nuclear winter? as a child, winter was considered an adventure. maybe the tode mouse finds the mousetrap fun before dying. the cat treats the mouse as its prey. but I noticed that often cats do not eat mouse corpses, but simply play with them. nature is funny even if it is shit. funny: before the war, I had practically no money. now the money is there but it is meaningless. funny: I didn’t think killing was a good thing before. now I don’t think killing is a good thing either. but it’s me, not others. a couple of years ago I was sure that the illusion of love is nutritious. now I’m sure only that love is an illusion. humanity is an illusion. Noah’s ark as in a fairy tale myth. only not a single religious character actually exists. after all: no Jesus will die in my place during the war. in the end: instead of me during the war, no Jesus will die. and it would be better if no one died. but what will kids be taught about in fucking world history classes in the future if no one dies?
Trading
I will trade my rusty flesh and cold blood
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my emotions and lifeless harmony
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my citizenship and foreign passport
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my morals and unspoken ethics
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my broken heart and warm hands
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my ageless smile and falling tears
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my heathy organs and memories
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
I will trade my unclear accent and colourless dreams
for a pack of cigarettes and a liquor.
But I’ll never trade my past and homeland
for a casket of the war I barely survived by hanging…
I met a white-skinned Arab with Phoenician blood imprinted in his genes.
He wears a red cap with black fringes, it was the cap of my ancestors.
He was sitting on the floor on a carpet of rich colors,
And I recognized the Serbian Pirot pattern on them.
How can I say that he is my brother by blood,
When few people know that the Phoenician script is the same as the old Serbian script.
I saw a young woman of unprecedented beauty on the cheeks, chin and forehead
I saw Vinča letters, the letters of our great-grandfathers.
I took off my hat out of respect, smiled at my brother and sister, and went on my way.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci’s statement “Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard” is circulating through the blood.That’s why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.“Trees of Desire” is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems “Moon Circle”.She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists “Mountain Views” in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club “Area Felix” in Serbia.
Since the Playground is Gone
I want to wear
sandals and
colorful button up T’s
(to feel the muscles
around my lips
toughen
over time).
To step
where you step
with your step
but
I know
I cannot take your step
I want to remember
the seesaw
with you
pushing each other off swings
forgetting upstairs
and the stairs
I’ll try
to push
myself
but
you walked away
leaving me
kinetic
till I fall
back in place.
Three act, four scenes. Initial Uzbek nation tragedy
Characters (dramatic personae):
A Rich Man – 50 years old
Tashmurad – the Rich Man’s son, 15-17 years old
An Imam – instructor at a Muslim school or religious figure with new perspective
An elite person – (with clothes of Europe), studied in the Russian language
Khairullo – clerk and guard of the Rich – 18-20 years old
Tangriqul – killer of the Rich
Davlat and Nor – (virgin children) – need approximately four sum to their pockets
Liza – Russian woman, in role of foul
Artun – Armenian man who owns the drunk-house
Pristuf – including two policemen, two guards, three neighbors of the Rich Man
Boybuchcha – wife of the Rich Man – 35-40 years old
Necessary things:
A serving tray of sweets, bread, table-cloth.
A tea-pot, a tea-bowl, kalian.
A carpet, a quilt, a pillow to the hotel.
A bed.
A stick.
Ten bottles of water and kvass.
Five-six glasses.
A trunk.
A purse with something like money.
A big knife.
A pistol.
A iron tool to open the trunk.
The perfect clothes of policemen, two guards the sticks.
Act 1. Scene 1.
A hotel. The Rich is sitting with Khairullo.
Imam (enters): Assalomu alaykum.
Rich: Va alaykum assalom. Welcome to there. (He stands up and shows place to the Imam and sits again)
Imam: May Allah increase your wealth even more. (He prays)
Rich: May your prays be accepted, In sha Allah.
Imam: Of course, night of Jumma is right time to the preys be accepted.
Rich: Thank you, Imam.
Imam: You are welcome.
Rich: Khairullo! Bring tea and the serving tray!
Khairullo: It will be fine. (He brings tea and the serving tray with sweets, he pours tea and they drink)
Tashmurad enters rudely without greeting.
Tashmurad: Dad, I am going to the cinema, give me money!
Rich: Who are you going with?
Tashmurad: With my friend named Tursun.
Rich: Ok, come early and don’t go to a bad place. (He gives money from his pocket)
Tashmurad: Ok, ok, you talk too much.
Imam looks at the Rich and Tashmurad and he lowers his head.
Rich: What’s up, Imam?
Imam: Well, your son has become a big boy, may God give him long life. Does he study in the new method school or in the old one?
Rich: Not both.
Imam: Do you homeschool him?
Rich: No, no, I do not think about teaching him!
Imam: I wonder why you do not teach him? Indeed, our study is both a condition and a debt, knowledge is the honor of the world and the hereafter.
Rich: In my mind, the honor of the world is wealth. As for the hereafter, there will be a destiny written by Allah. For example, we see that people respect the rich more than the learned. There are also more banks, and if someone wants to get a loan from the bank, they take the rich people like us as guarantors. Banks do not give money to people who do not have a guarantor, that is why everyone respects us a lot.
Imam: These words of yours are acceptable in the present time, but the values and respect of the guarantors and the rich are temporary, until the people come to their senses. Because they only respect you when they come with work. And the whole nation really respects scientists and intellectuals.
Rich: No, they really respect us too. Even Russians and Armenians respect us.
Imam: Okay, let’s put respect aside. If you teach your son, he will help you with your calculations, he will learn well about prayer and Islam, and it will also be a reward for you.
Rich: It is not difficult to be a clerk. I give Khairullo seven sums every month, he works as a secretary during the day, does hotel work at night, and even reads books until I fall asleep.
Imam: It is good, but you must educate your son in Sharia and religion.
Rich: It is good, but you must educate your son in Sharia and religion. My wealth alone is enough for him.
Imam: What do you say about the conditions of Islam, Namaz..?
Rich: I know the prayers for Namaz five times, I will teach him myself.
Imam: Then what about writing and literacy? However, an illiterate person is useless.
Rich: Your opinion is strange, because I am also illiterate, but I am one of the richest people in our city and I know everything.
Imam: You were practically rich in the past, but that is no longer possible. Even for daily living, knowledge is needed. As you know, for twenty to thirty years our trade has passed into the hands of Armenians and Jews and other foreigners. The reason for this is that we are not educated. In addition, we see uneducated children who ruin their father’s property and end up being humiliated-he becomes a bully. Therefore, I suggest you educate your son in school.
Rich: Hey Imam, are you criticizing me? Son is mine, wealth is mine, what is yours? One of those who read is you, but you don’t even have bread to eat. Again you advise me. Khairullo, lock the hotel, I want to sleep.
Imam (looks people): We also need money to study and become mullahs. And such is the case of our wealthy people. So with this departure, the world and the hereafter will be disgraced. Reading was the same assumption to everyone: men and women. Eh Rich, I made advice to you and fulfilled the duty on my neck. We will see your son’s condition when he is an older child, and you will still regret that you did not teach him.
Rich: Hey Imam, I don’t need an Admonisher. (depending on the people). This man distracted me from my work, from my sleep. Khairullo, lock the hotel.
Imam goes out in a row. Rich man sits nervously.
An elite person: Assalamu alaikum.
Rich: Vaalaikum assalam. Khairullo, bring a chair. This person cannot sit on the ground.
Khairullo brought the chair. The elite person sat down and smoked.
The elite person: Mr Rich, you don’t seem to be in a good mood, may I know why?
Rich: An Imam came, “Why aren’t you teaching your son?” said. I barely escaped chasing him. We almost got into a fight.
The elite person: Yeah, yeah, it was a very interesting event. (Looking at people) There is also a mullah in this city who commands the rich. Alhamdullilah. I need to find that Imam. Ziyoli. Ah-ha, interesting and intriguing event indeed (referring to people), there is a well-known and respected mullah in this city who guides the people. Thank God, I found the true path and now I must visit the southern holy shrines. Boy, sir, may your words never fail, I also wanted to speak a few words to you for a long time. But now is not the right time, so please give me a few minutes of your attention so that I can talk about beneficial knowledge.
Rich (looking at him): Now I understand, you also consider me as someone who teaches children (referring to people). Today I am sitting on my left side thinking about unexpected matters, let’s put aside these thoughts and go towards our destination. Goodbye! Bring my pipe! (Both remain silent, the pipe arrives. Boy lights it up).
Rich: Goodbye!
Khairullo: Excuse me!
Rich: Take care of my place, I need to sleep (yawns), there will be a lot of work tomorrow and I need rest (yawns again).
Khairullo: Alright then.
Elite person (seriously): Rich, sir! I told you that I wanted to talk about necessary knowledge for the nation but it seems like you are not interested in listening to my words. For the second time, please listen to me for a few minutes so that I can talk about beneficial knowledge for you and the nation.
Rich: Do you want to force and burden me with your words? And why did you come here? To punish me?
Elite person: No, I came here for another reason but got distracted by the discussion of knowledge. So let me change the subject and explain about knowledge properly to you. Maybe young boys like you should be taught religious subjects.
Rich (looking at the people): Well, it seems like there are not enough mullah stories. Okay, my dear friend, do not be disappointed, finish your talk tomorrow. I am sleepy now (yawns), go and teach the children.
Elite person: This is a new and different era. In this era, without knowledge and skills, the people’s dignity, land, and property will gradually disappear. Even morality and culture will deteriorate, and even religion will become weak. That is why it is necessary for us to teach Muslims, especially in this era there are two types of scholars: one is religious scholars; the other is contemporary scholars. Religious scholars include imams, preachers, teachers, religious judges, muftis who manage the religious and moral affairs of the common people. These students should first study scientific and religious subjects in Turkistan and Bukhara, then go to Mecca, Medina, Egypt and Istanbul to complete their religious studies or become competent clerics (Boy listens attentively). Do you understand boy?
Rich (raising his head): Yes, yes, tell me more.
Elite person: To become a contemporary scholar, children should first learn Islamic reading and writing as well as their native language after studying at madrasas (religious schools) or schools under the government’s system. After completing their education at gymnasiums (high schools) and city schools they should be sent to universities in St. Petersburg or Moscow to study medicine, agriculture engineering , law , fine arts , economics , philosophy , teaching profession , etc . They should actively participate in Russian society and state affairs and reach high positions in the government . If they contribute to the welfare of our nation according to our current needs as well as serve Islam by becoming partners of the Russian state even if they become partners of the Russian state , send Muslim children who have studied this way to educational institutions in Farangistan (Europe), America or Istanbul for further education . Our beloved prophet said: If knowledge is found even in China, seek it out, isn’t that right? (Boy falls asleep) These things are not possible without money but with the support of great people like you, wealthy Muslims from the Caucasus, Orenburg and Kazan spend a lot of money on educational programs and teach disabled children. Of course, you probably didn’t understand what I said, southern boy. Boy, ah!
Rich (smiling, raising his head proudly): Yes, yes…
Elite person: Oh, let me tell you something about the bad habit of our Turkistan people. If someone learns Russian and gets a job in government service wearing an official uniform, they make fun of him. If he becomes a spy or a black market worker and wears old clothes of Europeans or the clothes of gamblers, nobody says anything. They think that this is normal and ignorance of the world. Isn’t that right, boy?
Rich (lying on his side): Xur, xur, xurra, xurra, xurra…
Elite person: Oh my god! May God’s mercy be upon the Islamic ummah, especially us Turkistanis! (Leaves with tears in his eyes).
Curtain falls.
SECOND SCENE
Scene in a tavern: a boy and three men are lying dead.
TANGRIQUL: I don’t understand why I don’t feel drunk even though I drank so much. I’ve been drinking for days and my ears haven’t turned red. Fill it up with more wine! (Fills their cups).
ALL: Cheers to Toshmurod the boy! Cheers! Cheers! (They drink).
DAVLAT: Let’s go. I drank Manuv’s wine and now Liza came to my mind. Oh Liza!
ALL: Oh Liza, where are you?
NOR: The cruel fate has separated me from my beloved; if only she could come back.
DAVLAT: This is all nonsense. Let’s call the fortune teller and try to bring our father back from the grave.
NOR: Give me your hand, you nomad, if you want to find something (grabs his hand). Done.
DAVLAT: Hey Tangriqul who believes everything you say. You’re lying to everyone. Go and drink. It’s your turn, it’s my turn. Talk and lie down. Or don’t you want to make these people feel bad? We all have a five tenge coin in our pockets. Go on! Open the door and lie down.
TANGRIQUL: Let’s go. We don’t hide anything from you. If I tell the truth, I drank Manu’s wine and my ear turned red, you said it was Liza, now even if I become like this myself, my mind is on Liza and if you don’t bring Liza, you won’t be able to talk to me. But since you brought it up, Davlat, do it!
DAVLAT: Don’t worry about it, if Liza is here, you will see her soon, won’t you? I’ll take your head.
NOR: Boy! Do you have water for washing?
TOSHMUROD: Yes, sir. Let me bring some water for washing.
TANGRIQUL: You talk so much and waste time with meaningless words. If only you were as fast as your words. Hurry up and wash me (Davlat starts shouting loudly). Next!
ARTUN: What’s going on?
DAVLAT: Send someone to call Liza.
ARTUN: Why?
DAVLAT: Yes, didn’t she say that she won’t come until she gets fifteen thousand tenge? Give her fifteen thousand tenge and also pay for the taxi fare. I’ll send Nikolay over there. If there is no Liza, bring someone else, what do you care?
TANGRIQUL: Artun! Wait a minute, we’ll give you the money.
ARTUN: Really? Then give it to me now so that I know that Liza won’t come without money. Yes, give me fifteen thousand tenge and a little extra. I’ll bring back Nikolay. If there is no Liza, we’ll have fun with someone else, right?
DAVLAT: First bring her here, then I’ll give you the money.
ARTUN: Alright, I’m ready (leaves. They all start enjoying themselves and remain silent).
DAVLAT: Pour the wine! (Nor pours it for them).
TANGRIQUL: Asking for money right away made him sober up.
DAVLAT: If it’s the opposite of work, it will be like this. If you have money, bring it out. Bring out your money carriers (they all bring out their wallets, but Davlat doesn’t have enough). There is nothing here. We need to find a solution.
NOR (mockingly): Hey boy, we are poor cripples. If you tell us what you want from us, we won’t have any money left? Look at the palm of the boy’s hand (shows his hand).
DAVLAT: Don’t worry about that. Nor. I thought of something if the boy agrees.
TANGRIQUL: What is it? What?
DAVLAT: Wait, you know
TASHMUROD. Brother Tangriqul, are you going?
TANGRIQUL: I will go to the other world if the gods order. It’s your yard.
DAVLAT: What do you say, Nor?
LIGHT: I will also go if you say you have one of many.
STATE: No, just two. Don’t be suspicious of those who saw it. Today is tomorrow.
NOR: Little boy! Do you know the location of your father’s coffin?
TASHMUROD: In my father’s dormitory.
DAVLAT: How many doors does the dormitory have?
TASHMUROD: Three.
DAVLAT: Which door do you enter?
TASHMUROD. One of the doors opens from my mother’s house, I enter and open the door on the side of the yard, and then my brother Tangriqul enters.
DAVLAT: Blessings! Looks like you’ve stolen before. No! Fill up, let’s drink! (Fills the light and drinks. Looking at Tangrikul and Tashmurad) Are you going now?
TANGRIQUL: Of course. What is the matter?
DAVLAT: (looking at the two). Farewell, heroes?
TANGRIQUL: Olgani (the State takes aside Tangriqul, hints and secretly gives information and commands).
NOR: Amen, Allah… (All) Allahu akbar. (The state gives blessings).
The curtain is drawn
THIRD ACT
As usual, the rich man was sleeping on the bed, and we put the house on one side. Tashmurad gently enters through one door, looking this way and that, opens another door and stands aside. Tangrikul enters with a key and an iron tool in his hand, a knife on his waist, he goes to the chest and puts the key, but the chest does not open. He looks at Tashmurad. He gestures and asks for advice. Tashmurad ordered to break the chest with an iron tool. Tangriqul breaks the chest with an iron tool. Rich wakes up with the sound of a box. The rich man was frightened, took the club and ran to Tangriqul saying, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Tashmurad grabs the club. Tangrikul stabbed his neck in his armpit with a knife.
RICH (falls apart): Wow, my dear (sighing, grunting. Tangrikul takes a bag of coins from the chest, hides a knife and an iron tool, the sound of several people can be heard from outside).
PEOPLE. What’s up, someone said dod? (They enter a rich woman with several men, they see Tangriqul and Tashmurod).
TANGRIQUL: Tashmurad, horse! (Tashmurad shoots a pistol in the air and now shows the weapons to the people and runs away).
BOYVUCHCHA: Alas, from the hand of the oppressor! What a day it was, wow dod! (He claps his hands, throws himself on the rich man, tears his face and hair). Hey, young man Tashmurad! Bloody bird! If only you had smallpox! Oh dear! Tashmurad! Whoa, dod-ey!
IMAM(enters): Mother, you have no choice but to be patient. The cause of this misfortune and calamity is ignorance and ignorance, absurdity and lack of education. Ignorance has ruined your house. Beilm will send your son to Siberia. The scourge of neglecting your dear child will take its life away from you. Your child was not raised or educated by his father. In the end, you got into trouble, bad wives led you astray, and you became a victim of ignorance.
IMAM: Boyingiz didn’t listen to the advice and finally this bad incident appeared. Andy, you really have no choice but to be patient, Mom. May Allah give you patience.
BOYVUCHCHA (perfect impatience makes the snake sigh). Dod, oh oy! Oh my rich! I lost both of them, they will send my husband to the grave and my child to Siberia! Wow, wow, wow!
FOURTH SCENE
(Same as the second one, tavern)
No, Davlat kills by drinking and singing. Tangriqul and Tashmurad sneaked in, hid the pistol and the bloody knife aside, took out the wallet and threw it on the table; they kill.
TANGRIQUL: Bring my chili!
Artun brings chili, checks. Artun leaves. Tangriqul takes DAVLAT to one side, talks about confidential matters, and makes hints. Davlat placates the “poor” with a hint.
TANGRIQUL (opening the wallet, drinking water, patting Tangriqul and Tashmurod on his shoulder). Excellent, excellent (Government rings, Artun enters).
ARTHUN: Do you order?
DAVLAT: Ma, take the money, hurry and bring Lizann!
ARTHUN: Headrest. He comes now (they take the money, they drink. Liza enters).
NOR (spouring, squatting). Cheers to Lisa’s health (drinks).
Nor sings, whistles are heard from outside, footsteps are heard. People at the meeting will be confused and surprised. Armed policemen, police officers, guards enter. Lisa opens.
The police arrest four people, search some of their belongings and everywhere, and find a bloody knife and a pistol. He hands the pistol to the police officer.
Tangriqul and Tashmurad run away. Guards catch.
Tashmurad cries loudly and becomes restless.
Pristup points. They bring out a sledgehammer and hit Tangriqul and Tashmurad. The hands of the other two are tied.
Pristup ranks sinners and guards.
Elite person (enters, looks at the sinners and regrets. Looking at the people). This is the result of children without knowledge and education. If their father had taught them, this crime and adultery would not have happened, and they would not have drunkenly, and they would not have had a bad diet. As long as he lived, he would not stay in Siberia, slavery, and hell. If they didn’t drink alcohol, they wouldn’t have to suffer and work forever in this world and the hereafter. Oh, it was really ignorance that killed the rich man and made these guys suffer forever. It is lack of education and ignorance that make us homeless, childish, and uneducated. A nation that has progressed in the world will progress with the help of science. Those who are captives and captives are also from ignorance. As long as we are not disciplined and do not educate our children, bad events and misfortunes will always reign among us. There is no other way to make these things disappear, except to study and study. May Allah Ta’ala always be an example to others and give you patience.
PRISTUF (in a commanding tone). Drive, stop, march (direction).
