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Mokhira  Eshpulatova  is  an  Uzbek  writer.  She  was  born  in

                                                             Khatirchi  district  of  Navoiy  region,  Republic  of  Uzbekistan
                                                             on  October  25,  1995.  She  graduated  from  Navoiy
                                                             Pedagogical  University.  By  profession  she  is  a  teacher  of
                                                             Uzbek language and literature.


                                                                  Mokhira Eshpulatova






                                                                               UNPLANTED FLOWER

                                                               Translated from Russion by Shajil Anthru





                  When I saw this flower on my friend’s window grill, I fell in love with it at first sight. When I asked where
                  such a beautiful flower, whose name we both did not know, came from, my friend could not give an
                  unequivocal  answer.  This  amazing  plant  with  tiny  purple  flowers  has  always  stood  there.  Its  large,
                  palm-sized, beautiful leaves carpeted the window grill.


                  My friend noticed I am not taking my eyes off the flower, asked:


                  - Do you want me to give it to you?



                  She didn’t like the idea, and she was doing it for the sake of our friendship. I always put other people’s
                  desires above my own, so I did not take my friend’s offer and deprived her.


                  - No!


                  And when I was about to leave her, her friend went to the flower plant and cut off one branch.


                  - When you get home, immediately plant it on the ground. It is not capricious. Quickly take root - she
                  said, then added. - Take care of it. How nice, now this flower will grow in my and your house.


                  Ah, my little friend, romantic, with a soul as beautiful as a flower... When I took this flower from you, I
                  was holding not a weak twig, but the love of the entire world. For love cannot be big or small. It can
                  either be or not be. And that’s it.



                  “When I get home, the first thing I’ll do is find a flowerpot and plant this flower plant,” I thought. But
                  when I got home, I didn’t find a pot. So I put the branch in water. Then I did my daily chores, in which I
                  just “drowned”. Maybe that’s where it all started. Or maybe even much earlier...


                  Thus, the branch stood in the water for quite some time while I was about to purchase a properly sized
                  flower pot and plant it. Really, I took good care of it. Knowing that plant don’t wilt for long in sweet
                  water, I added a little sugar to the water. Every day, when I came home from school, I would change its
                  water  and  scold  myself  for  forgetting  to  go  to  the  flower  shop.  After  all,  it  was  next  to  the  subway
                  station, where I went out...














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