Leila Rakhmatova Biography

Leila Rakhmatova When our children were small, Vika and I often walked with them along the alley opposite our house. Over time, two boys began to join us. Ilya was 13, Danka 8. They followed us tails, sometimes ran at our request for a forgotten thing home, participated in our conversations and discussions. We had conversations on all topics that can be affected at all. Love, friendship, family, exploits, our pioneering childhood, read books, films that left the impression ...

Sometimes we took potatoes, salt and matches from the house and made bones on the sidelines. The boys were sent for a cake, water and “feasted”, burning with hot cardboard by the fire. Saying goodbye, they felt how the boys did not want to go home. Ilyushka was an orphan and brought up by grandmother. Something happened to his parents-over the past years, I don’t remember anymore.

And for some reason, the Dankins were often not at home and the key to his apartment always dangled on his neck. Over time, the boys became so attached to me and Vika that they began to resort and knock on the door: “Aunt Vika, aunt Leila, will you go for a walk? Sometimes I had to see Ilyukh from the window - he walked with a dog, sometimes met him on the street or in a store, and he always carefully talked about a grandmother who had diabetes.

And then one day the summer came when we left Tashkent forever.

Almost before leaving, I met Ilya on the alley - already one, adult and mature, and did not even recognize him immediately in this summer guy until he called me. We chatted about the past, remembered our walks, conversations, baked potatoes ... Ilya’s grandmother was no longer in the world, and the dog left before the loss of the grandmother. He hugged me goodbye and said words that I will never forget: - You know, am aunt Leila, I am very grateful to you and Aunt Vika.

At that moment, when we met, I began to communicate with a bad company. But it was so interesting with you. Thank you for not driving two boys from themselves then. Without friendship with you and Aunt Vika, I would become a completely, completely different person. Simple conversations, Aunt Leil. It's all about them. I don’t know how the fate of Ilyukhi and Danka developed.

For almost ten years, Ilya and I will finish the last meeting. I hope that the boys turned out well with the boys, and also - the little hope is warming that our simple talk about life and really helped them at least a little.