In memoriam
To my wonderful friend
Yunusov Yunusxo’ja
Every day in our life we experience and learn something that is new for us. Sometimes everything seems wrong; sometimes we experience an intense and overpowering feeling of delight. Yet there are such kinds of days which we never forget. The dreadful story which I am going to write now is really hard for me to remember…
When you lose somebody who is close to you, life becomes difficult; even you do not want to live anymore. The same situation happened with me about four years ago when I lost my friend. At school, from teacher’s point of view, my class was awful, cause of our behavior. Honestly, most of us were so noisy and lots of boys were not afraid of anything. So one day we were made to clean a place near to a railway by our school director. The place was rut and there was electrical house. After an hour the boys were tired and bored, then they started playing football there. Suddenly, the ball fell to that electrical house. While taking it my friend touched the electrical wires and he terribly cried. All were shocked… It was awful; when I remember this hard-luck story I spontaneously hear his crying again. Therefore, our teacher called to the ambulance but unfortunately, they couldn’t save him. Doctors said that 80 per cent of his body was burned.
After this we were so miserable over a long period of time. Almost all of us changed our attitude to life. I don’t want to judge who is guilty for it, no, the most important thing is another. I just would like to say that people should appreciate his life not only for himself, but for relatives and for lovely friends too.
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