Biography of Ahmed Munga

Read The Publication Ahmed Mungi? Once, Madame came up to me in heels. It seemed: she had fun from the canvas, half -naked she, slender, like Kiparis. She winked and suddenly held out her hand. Was it crazy for me for a long time? On the hunter and the tour, says “Manzhur” she: translates a friend “Manzhur”: it means “I am yours”. There is all its own price, I immediately ordered dinner and demanded wine.

Oh, and the stronger was a liquor! And the feast has an end: all the products, from bracelets and rings to the pin, I drank. Gork was a hangover for an hour: not a penny behind the soul, and for the first time, like a bell, a head was buzzing. It doesn’t matter that I became my friend’s friend, but the trouble, that I ruined the instruments with a wallet. Where can I get saws and incisors from Moscow?

How to work? I am in trouble, as if I lost my hands. And the road is far from Paris to Kubachi. And the sinful soul of my sinful soul undertook to drill. I, leaving a white -tier Madame for Musye, advised my friends to not lose my mind in Paris. We have our own Madame in Dagestan among the mountains. And love is not worn there for sale to the bazaar. Published on the publication: anthology of Dagestan poetry: Volume 2.

Ten fur coats in one, for the other - not one. Ten wives at one, for the other - not one, not one, like mine. If he was cursed, this world! Gold at one, workshop, master. Well, I bring a fake glitter on a copper ring. The right shamil ordered him to chop off his ear. Here the verdict is executed, Naib stood on his knees: “You let me, about the imam, atone for the shame in battle.

If you do not trust me daring a dashing detachment, I leaned to cut the tank to chop. ” Shamil looked at the people and said, ending the court: “Be it, Iba, ate a shame in battle! .. He ordered Shamil of the Kubachinsky masters to call, but not a saber ordered a red gold. With honest people, the people of a single -eared met. At the weapon and in the turban in front stood Shamil.

And in a silver casket he presented Naib as a gift for the victory under Dargo's ear, he. Although it will never be able to grow this ear, Glory could grow to the single -eared forever. Hammers and incisors, as always, take with us. Having reached strangers, let's use the hammer, recalling the brides that remained in Kubachi. We will make rings to Persians of gold and in Istanbul workshops more than one scooping bracelet.

We are not sacred to the French cities. We will make more than one necklace in Paris. Our hearts are young, and the light of the thin cutter of the Kubachin masters is glorified for the whole. Aleksandrova: The design and illustrations of Mikhail Fedorovich Petrov [ -]. The more savvy, the more reliable it is in battle, the more reliable the horse in the battle, the more confident the riders.

The more confident in a battle on a dashing horse, the sadder the destiny awaits the enemy. Recall: as a donkey, he sang like a nightingale, our friend, even though his stones cracked around from his voice. He committed so many different good deeds on earth as a stone has a stone on a chela. He committed evil deeds in spiritual simplicity, he is no more than the hair on donkey is a tail.

It is a pity that he died early, to know, Allah called on a donkey. The will of God is the law. Almighty - praise! The life of my neighbor will be the whole century bright: he sent me a gift in honor of the deceased donkey. People, send gifts do not rush in the mournful hour, there is a successor to the leaving us. I would like to become a cutter myself!

What is silver thread? I would have a happiness to decorate human life. You are my friend for a long time, strong, like a diamond, cutter, you are not so out of Oster, and I am not the same. The first jumped out the window, and the second knocks on the door. Although the faithful wives carry the faithful patrol, they still change the wrong husbands to them. Those infidels in the house of the beauty of the widow, at least shoot them from a gun, all strives to get out.

You get married, if the mind is given, on the craftsman Maryan. Yes, you will have a good seven pieces of cloth for you, you will take it to Nuha, walk, be sin. Four will go out to save, return to the house, but they will only be able to return to their beloved house. My rice ended, and a white dove flew away from me. I ask the pigeon to return, to pour barmen promising, but does not want to fly, fed with rice.

Sloks of walnut, he himself will see a worm in it. So that, fleeing from the fire. The one that I love would have found me, having come running away to the upper village. Let her quarrel go in the house now. So that I sat down to the hearth in the corner of my love. Let it be cold to the stove so that my beloved bed soon wished to lie in a warm bed. Be a gesture of her bed. So that, sneaking, in the darkness I found my beloved path in my bed.

Not remaining in debt, March will erase his words. I have a fire in my chest. Having burned the words in it, the golden to enter the pattern in the bone of the elephant strive. They wish - and an alien, originally from foreign parties, will turn into his own. The will of the aulcans is the law. They want - and the man who was born in the village will turn into a stranger.

There is no more frequent. Where I want, I’m walking there: I want - in a clearing, I want - at the top. The one I will love will become the happiest, and I will take a walk who will not be in my heart.