The clouds are gray, gloomy, rain is not far off. autumn. bare ground fog zavoloka. that is my only weapon of satiety, the only weapon to keep warm, sporting, strigunka catches in the steppe strigunok. no grass, no tulips. and everywhere was quiet voiced hubbub of children, young guys laughing. and the trees, like the poor old men, are the bare, bereft of their leaves. the skin of a bull, a sheep in a tub tan. repairing old coats and quilted robe. moloduha patch leaky tent, and the old woman for weeks suchat thread. shoals stretched south cranes. caravans of camels passed under them, and in the villages - gloom and silence. laughter fun games were away: winds, becoming colder, chill hurts and old people and children. dogs catch hungry mice field, unable to find, as it did, scraps, bones, wind raises dust - over the steppe black. autumn, damp. but already opened - bad habits - can not kindle the fire. our yurts are now uncomfortably dark.
Ня Let me introduce myself . I Dilshod My name , my name Yuldashev . I was born in 1997 on August 8 in the city of Turkestan . Up to 11 - th in school name Nekrasov , and completed his studies at the school tour. Now I'm in the Kazakh - Turkish University named after Ahmet Yasawi in the medical faculty. I love listening to music and I'm very fond of football. In my spare time I like to play football with friends. In my family, five people . This grandfather , mother , brother and sister . In the future I want to become a very good doctor. And I will strive to do so.
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