THE BROKEN CHONGURI
The child was playing Riktafel for himself with joy and whooping. This time the mother was standing on the balcony and playing the chonguri.
"Gulo, come here!” She shouted.
Curly-haired boy ran up immediately. Suddenly the mother dash down the chonguri on the rail of the balcony.
The nacres flew up on the air as the frightened butterflies.
The child surprised, his wide eyes stare at the mother. The mother burst into tears and kissed the child without word.
"Why did you do it, mum!” The mother read this question in the child’s amazed eyes.
"As I heard your whooping what do I need for this weeper chonguri?!”
The child fell silent, saddened. In his heart stayed a question: What did mother break for it?
When the child had grow, quistioned Gadia.
Gadia said that some man gave my mother that chonguri. This man was killed for her love by dagger. the woman was married. But old love stayed in the heart. The chonguri was helping her.
I understood everything very late. I was that careless child; you were the owner of that chonguri. God knows! I didn’t invent this story.
Isn’t it right that you made me love the delight of "The knight in the panther’s skin”?!
Woe is me; your death broke my heart as your love towards me broke your weeper one.
Worried with sleepless nights and terrible melancholy I think every night and day about you, mum.
The gladness separates my soul, I am all alone. And I don’t understand, how will it be that my voice doesn’t reach you?
How will it be my dear mother that between us stands the death?
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