Мен, әке-шешемнен бесіктен белім шықпай жетім қалған адаммын, деді Зәкең ағаштың көз жасы секілді тамшыға алақанын тосып

One of the day, Zack told us about his life (or biography). Suddenly, the wind started blew and after it turned into a torrential rain, we were hiding under an old birch tree. As soon as the raindrops, which had fallen from the leaves, extinguished the fire again and again, he put a towel over the fireplace and made a tent. Then Zack barely lit the fire. Tell about his generosity and the care that day… We, 3-4 boys who were sitting and trying to not extinguish the blazing fire, were surprised and amazed at Zack’s attentiveness which was opened on a such rainy day. He divided the fish which he had caught since afternoon and said: “ Let’s everyone make and eat by themselves”. We opened the belly and began to fry the fish in the heat of the fire.

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  Don’t get burned, Stay away from fire, - he says sometimes advising. When he thought it cooked, He chews the fish, holding it by the tail, without scratching its burnt shell.
  
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  The sweetest place is the head – he muttered and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
  

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  I'm an orphan from my parents' cradle – Zack said, waiting for his hand for a drop of rain like a teardrop from tree
  
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  We had to take shelter with our relatives. That's why we didn't eat enough, we didn't wear unrent garments. Because I was poor, so I was speechless. When I was hungry, I fished for chebak and made fiber. Later, when I became a man and started living a normal life, I could not stop this habit. Although I ate zhal-zhaya, I longed for the crispy head of the fish… Of course, I'm ashamed in front of children, but I have a habit of running fishing when I'm free… Torrential rain, sometimes when a raindrop hits, moving wet leaves, bonfire emitted sometimes crackling of burning wood - it was as if we all were into a fairy tale.