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Following the dream

The daughters shook their heads when they heard his

words.

-"They won't call," said Zamira, with a deep groan.

- "Do you know why they won't call you? Because, they

don't need you. There are dozens of actors in the theatre

who can play the part of King Lear. And they're all more

talented than the other. The director won't give you the

part, he'll give it to them. You weren't given the lead role

when you worked there, do you think they'd give it to you

now? "- "My sister's words are right," Zarifa, the eldest

daughter, raised her voice from the doorstep. - "All your life

you have dreamed of playing the role of King Lear. Much of

your life and youth has been spent on this dream. But it did

not come to pass, it was not your destiny. Now you have

grown old... You are no longer of an age to run in the

footsteps of a dream."

Uncle Nurmat sighed heavily, clutching the edge of the

bed with all his might. - "You… both of you… step out of

the room." After they left, he lay quietly, not taking his

eyes off the door. When he spoke, I couldn't differ if he was

talking to himself or to me. -"My life passed not following a

dream, but in the hassle of caring for my daughters. All my

colleagues came to the theatre in the morning cleanly

dressed and combed, while I came in old clothes with my

unshaven beard for weeks. Because I didn't have enough

time to embellish myself. I took over the daily care of my

daughters because of my wife's illness.