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Chapter from the powest "Lights far away" of Holdor Volcano
Translated by 

   Sarah Kendzyor. U.S.A.
  
  
  4) The Death of a Poet





One day a builder named Qoravoy took an enormous chunk of gravel from the street and hurled it at Olimjon Matmurodov’s head, injuring him. But the poet seemed almost indifferent to this, and did not depart from the road he had chosen. He continued to wield his pen in the fight against injustice. In the end someone stabbed him. The headstrong poet from our neighborhood ended up dying in the hospital.Before the "Andijon events” took place, I would walk under the high precipice of the Qoradaryo river. I would see Bahodir, the son of the poet Olimjon Matmurodov, herding hundreds of ducks along the shore. Moving along, they would flicker like bits of snow. Once in a while, I remember the poet who had lived this beautiful life, particularly when I feel lonely. The pain of being a poet, to face off in that way against tyranny – to me Olimjon Matmurodov was nothing short of amazing.


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