Mother was young. She had well rounded education of life. Her son was a curious child unaware of mysterious world. One day they decided to pay their distant relative a visit where was fairly far. Mother was taking her confidant steps while the son was walking with his eyes peeled in the surrounding. Suddenly the boy stopped as if he had just seen miracle. There was black nest and unknown bird with long legs and beak.
- What is that?- he asked staring it.
- It is a stork, honey. Letʼs go - mother answered while stroking his hair kindly.
After that, he again saw a weird creature and gave the same question to his mother.
- It is a stork, my sweet. It is saying ,,helloʼʼ to you.
She bent and kissed his son.
Mother was young!!!
...30 years passed. Little weak son became well-built man but his mother was elderly, her energy was gone and her vision was impaired.
One day they went to the same place. The son was walking confidantly whereas the motherʼs steps were faltering due to frailty. The interesting thing was that there was still black nest on the tree with a bird. No sooner did he catch sight of the stork than he started to walk even faster. Mother saw it unclearly and didnʼt know what it was.
- What is that thing on the tree, son?
- It is a stork, mom, storkk! -he answered angrily.
Mother could not hear it properly. After a while, she again saw unusual bird.She thought what might it be.
- What is it?
The sonʼs temper flared as he had tons of work to do and did not have time to such ,,insignificantʼʼ stuff. So he answered reluctantly:
- lʼve said it is a stork, mom. Are you deaf !?
He was young, strong. Unfortunately, he could not find time to his angel - mother!!! He had to go back to city... He had curious sons...
(Utkir Khoshimov)
Translated by Asrorova Sevinch