How am I going hay in Kyrgyzstan (continued, part 2) - So there you have a wife, Ed? - Asked me Nirtenbek thus mercifully gave me the opportunity to stop working, leaning on a pitchfork and answer his question. - No. - And how old are you? - Twenty-six. - So maybe you have a girlfriend? - He asked with a sly smile. I usually do not discuss the topic of girlfriends and any other relationships outside of marriage, when I communicate with the Muslims. Just do not want to be trapped in the quagmire, or cultural differences. But this time I was talking to an educated man, a teacher of English, in addition, he asked with the knowledge of how these things happen in the West. - Well, yes. There is actually. In Moscow. - When going to marry her? - His father asked Nirtenbeka who woke up in the moment and became an involuntary witness to the conversation. - E-uh ... - I stumbled. - Do not know yet. We have not thought about it. They both stared at me. Damn! I think it was most unfortunate of all possible answers. If I had not been so careless, then I ought to understand that it would be much better to explicitly tell a lie, saying "next month" or something like that. In general, I said what I said. A curious fact, which consists in the fact that a couple can be together without any definite plans for marriage, spawned a series of perverted questions about my personal life every time I dropped another batch of hay in the truck. My answer I gave to understand that these questions are very personal things, does not prevent the puzzled Nirtenbeku. Nirtenbek rams hay - Come on. Do not be shy - he said. - When I was at university, I was not such a staunch supporter of Islam. I drank beer and vodka and was able to have sex 4-5 times a day. I have studied your culture and know how and what in the West. Interestingly, this was a woman with whom he had relations in the university. In the taxi in which I was driving from Bishkek to the south, my companion was unmarried, educated man who spoke in English. He told me about a tradition which says that if a woman does not bleed into their wedding night, her husband has the right to cancel the wedding and give the bride, thus publicly shamed her. True, it was not long, and this same man took home one of the girls of easy virtue, who rode in the same taxi. - Maybe you could find me a beautiful girl, if I come to Moscow? - Was one of his last comments before a long day drew to a close. Yaqui was already dark by the time we have gathered all the hay and began to go home. We drove through the hills about 15 minutes. Nirtenbek and his father sat in the cabin, while I and our assistant clung to the tip of a huge stack of hay in the back. Quickly descended down the steep slope such that in a moment it seemed to me that the truck now votknetsya windshield into the ground, we went on a flat road, and arrived safely at the farm Nirtenbeka. I was taken in one of several long low buildings made of clay, where I met his wife and brother. They welcomed me with wide sincere smile. Nirtenbeka brother and assistant went into the street and within 30 minutes of unloaded hay from a truck in a special place, fenced earthen wall. Me at this time allowed to rest and drink tea. After his father Nirtenbeka spent several minutes in the traditional posture of prayer, we sat down to supper, and then in the next room on thin mattresses on the floor all went to sleep. Start material: Completion of material:
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