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I
have powerful Türkmen thoroughbred, would you groom
it Jygalybeg ?
I
have also a broken and uneased, heart, would you groom
it, Jygalybeg ?
Lend
me Görogly’s curved sword and your spear to me, Jygalybeg !
No
fear! I shall fight to death. Give me your own crown, Jygalybeg !...
Attractive
surroundings and a good view are wonderful but if there is someone who
understands you, then home is better. Heaven-like places are good and
pleasant but your own homeland, your fatherland is more appealing and
attractive. Run away from that who opens his door but shuts his heart to
you. However, forgive that who opens his heart but shut the door to his
home because he might have some excuses.
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I
was born on 19 February 1940 in Aºgabat. My dear father went to fight
in the Second World War. He struggled against the fascist invaders in
Caucasia.
After
fighting for two years, in 1943, seven Türkmen, including my father, in
a Russian troop were captured by enemy forces at a village, called
Thcikola, Viladi Kafkaz of the capital city of the Northern Osetia. I
learnt the tragic fate of the hostages after 18 years by chance. Then I
was a second year student at the Polytechnic Institute in Leningrad. All
the students went home during summer time. Dormitories and classes would
remain empty for some time. I was missing my motherland, language and Türkmen
song since I had not been to Türkmenistan for the last two years. I
also missed my
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