The biography of Odin Khoshim

And then I told him about one memorable case for our family, thanks to which a popularly revered Odin, Hoshim, appeared in all of his greatness, as a generous, disinterested, unattainable, extremely modest and generous soul of a person. It was so in full swing of the Civil War, which dragged on for many years. I was already working in the executive apparatus of the head of state then.

The salary at that time received meager, barely made ends meet, everyone had hard. But we lived with the hope that the world will come, and the people will heal better. It was then that one person turned to me and asked to translate his book into Russian, which I did. The author paid me a fee in "wooden" rubles. Although the money was not very large, the wife was incredibly happy.

It is understandable. There was a case when we once stood with her for several hours in line at the bakery because everyone was given a loaf, and then if we were lucky, but returned empty -handed home where our young children were waiting for us - Malika, Madin and Alisher. Odn Khoshim what is this story? To present the oppressive atmosphere of those years. There were times that, to universal happiness, sunk into oblivion, and God forbid, to forever.

Be that as it may, for the proceeds, we decided to organize circumcision at our small home council to the five -year -old son. They decided so because they doubted that in the near future we could collect the necessary amount. They also understood that it would be necessary to get into debt. Then the law on streamlining traditions, celebrations and rites still did not have, who could, he arranged magnificent events.

We, too, did not want to fall face in the mud, especially since we had the only son. Invention is characteristic of vanity. They began to prepare for thuja, chose a place, notified relatives, friends and acquaintances. And what kind of thui without music, songs and dancing? The wife would like Khosyat Ortikova to sing in our celebration. I went to her, we agreed, and I ahead of time handed her the amount, I remember, a monthly salary.

And although she was ridiculous, the Khosy was warned that the day before the date I had scheduled in the Zafarabadsky district, her brother was conducting toy, and that she should be there. She assured that she would arrive at the beginning of our event. Just in case, I called Afzalshu Shodiev, asked to come to our family holiday, to please the guests with his enchanting songs and melodies.

Afzalsho said that on that day he was invited to another event in the Gissar region, but promised that his word would hold back. On that and decided. Soon, having learned that we started, my classmate and bosom friend, a journalist and writer, who had passed away by Rahmon Oston, came to me, came to me. We sat, talked about this. In parting, Rahmon said that his finances have long been singing romances and that he could not help with something, but suddenly stated that he would bring Odin Hoshim himself to Tui, he was a great fan of his talent.

Of course, I thanked, but I did not attach serious significance to these words. Odn Khoshim was always in great vice. And the long -awaited day came random tour with a fine September day in the spacious hall of the current center of strategic research, which served as a dining room, a lot of people gathered. My colleagues, neighbors, friends and acquaintances, fellow countrymen-Rarzans came, who are many in Dushanbe, classmates from the Vakhshsky district where my childhood passed.

My long-time friend, the first ambassador of Tajikistan in Kazakhstan, good memory, Saidsharif Sharipov, came from Alma-Ata. The tables were covered, the Tamada, my father’s friend, a doctor of historical sciences, the speaker, which is not enough, Mirzoidi Numyodil gave a sign, they say, it is time to start, it is not good for the guests. But here's the bad luck, from the Khosit and Afzalsho neither hearing nor the spirit.

The famous actor and director Mirzanitan Mirov sat behind the wheel. When Odn Khoshim to universal joy entered the hall, the guests met him with a thunder of applause. I had a stone from my soul, but at the same time I began to think frantically how I would cry with such an eminent artist. There are great rewards to such celebrities. And I already spent everything. And there was no one to occupy, all friends were in the same position.

At that moment I saw that he was going to us, who would you think, Jurabek Murodov himself. A new wave of joy doused me. The night before, my colleague and colleague Davlat Davronov informed me that Jurabek Murodov arrived from Khujand in his affairs that he had a meeting with him and that he would invite him to Tui on my behalf. I nodded my head, although I was not particularly believed.

The outstanding artist lived in Isfara for several months, with his wife's relatives. He was unsafe in Dushanbe. There was more than one case of a terrorist attack against representatives of the intelligentsia. Murodov congratulated me and thanked for the article that I wrote according to his story. It was so. In the year, I studied at Tashkent at the VPSh. The Uzbek comrades and I sometimes argued half -joking which artists better - Uzbekistan or Tajikistan.

I praised ours, they are mine.When posters appeared on the eve of Navruz, one of my Uzbek comrades said: “Well, get tickets, let's go, look at your vaunted artists.” I took out tickets, although it turned out to be not so simple. Fans from both artists and in Uzbekistan a dime a dozen. After the next issue, with a bouquet of flowers, I climbed into the palace of the friendship of peoples.

Jurabek Murodov, littered with flowers, seeing me, asked what I was doing here.

Hearing my answer, he said that tomorrow he would be in the theater named after Mukimi, and invited me there. The next day we met. A few days before, the traditional film festival of Asian and Africa countries took place in Tashkent. I was hoping that it would be on it, as always, Raj Capur, and I would see this most popular actor and director. But the sad news came about his death.

When the conversation came about this, Jurabek Murodov said that during one of his trips to India, he met with Kapoor and, according to Tajik custom, put on a golden whale and a skullcap on him, and he gave him Tar. Then they, holding hands, sang a song on the stage with a duet, the following words were the refrain: "Tajikistan - Khindustan - Sansgam." The story of one song of the artist from Uzbekistan, who was sang along with Emomali Rahmon Sangam, is a great river in India, which is born from the merger of the other two rivers - Ganges and Jamnah.

This is how the famous artists were figuratively expressed the friendship of the two peoples - Tajik and Indian. This story formed the basis of my article, which I entitled, she saw the light in the current “People’s Gazeta”. Then he interrupted his singing, thanked those present and, apologizing, left the hall. Going out, he began to look around. I realized that he was looking for Rahmon, who brought him here.

But he was sank somewhere. Odn Khoshchi asked: - Who is the owner of this thuja? I ran to him. He shook my hand, congratulated and said that he had to go. I am invited there. I looked at Mirovatan Mirova bewildered. I was silent. Odn Khushim lifted his hands to the sky and said: - Allah gives Alisher of health, long years of life and happiness. With these words, they got into the car and drove away.

I looked after and stood amazed. The great singer arrived at Tui, who had never seen him who organized him, not knowing who he was, what was his name, where he works and left, without waiting for thanks and pleasing all the guests with his songs. As Muborahcho left, then the turn of Dzhurabek Murodov came, and unique songs poured again, but he left. He was replaced by one of the guests - “Tajik Arkady Raikin” - Ubaidullo Rajabov.

Everyone was fun and joyful because people were tired of the sounds of shots and news, from which goosebumps flee. And only under the very curtain, Khosit and Afzalsho appeared one by one. The Khosit was explained their delay by the fact that the flight was detained, and Afzalshu was that the car broke down on the way. But I was not offended by them because, as they say, there is no thin one without good.

Then the guests again heard with songs and did not disperse for a long time. I realized that the poet was no less happy with me. Two months later, Odina Hoshima was gone. Behind his Tobut from the Lahuti Theater, where a mourning rally took place, a myriad of people went to the pantheon - he used such love with the people. After a while, the grave of Kutby Kiro appeared next to the grave of Odin Hoshim.

It was, as his eldest son later told me, journalist Hussein Kiromov, a testament of the poet.