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Uzeyir Hajibayov
Arshin mal alan
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ASYA: No, Gulchohra, for several days you have changed much. At the same time you look thoughtful, moody and silent, probably there is à deep meaning in it... Àó giz*, màó be you have fallen in love with somebody, haven’t you?
GULCHOHRA: (moves) whom shall I love?
ASYA: No, ïî, your face blushed! I see you have fallen in love with somebody, but who is he? Nobody came to us besides Arshin Malchi. (She suddenly) Probably you have fallen in love with that riff-raff, haven't you?
GULCHOHRA: Why à riff-raff?
ASYA: Oh, I understand. So you admire the cloth-peddler. Dear girl, does such behavior suit you? You are the daughter of à bay and you've fallen in love with à riff-raff... Because he has à pleasant face! By God, even if he glowed like à lamp I’d ignore him. Íå is not my equal.
GULCHOHRA: (as à guilty person) By God, I myself don't understand what position I’ve undergone.
She cries covering her face with her hands
ASYA: (admonishing her) You are à big girl. Throw such thoughts out of your mind, you are not equal to such riff-raff. You should love à suitable man. Besides, it’s à bad sign for à girl to love. Look, I’m also such à girl as you are, but do I fall in love with anybody? One more thing, by God if your father is aware of it he will chop you piece by piece.
GULCHOHRA: Let my father know, let him kill me and thus my sufferings will come to an end.
ASYA: Don’t be stupid. Let’s go to our room. I’ll tell you interesting things there.
She takes Gulchohra to another room, Sultan bay enters alone
SULTAN BAY: How smartly I could catch the dodger arshin malchi's aunt, but I could achieve nothing. She was just my equal woman, widow and stately. One mullah, 3 manats money and à loaf of sugar. That would be all. But, sorry, I’m not lucky... Íå is mad. Instead of his aunt he demands my beautiful daughter. Íå thinks I don’t love my daughter, I’d agree to give my daughter to à bazaar riff-raff... I’m à bàó, whose name known to all people by heart. I won't eat plov* with khans, because I’m afraid my moustaches will be bedaubed in butter. And that riff-raff wanted to be my son-in-law... but I would marry his aunt with pleasure and if somebody was interested in, I would say that she was à poor widow and I took pity and married her... In à word, the woman walked in herself, but the son of Satan came and made all my plans up side-down. Íå didn’t let me do the work... oh, let me go and have à little rest. Again my back is hurting me...

Íå enters the room.

 





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