standing
heedlessly around and these people ran away because of the sharp lash of
the whip. Then an old man said to the crowd:
--You
struck the right people, Türkmen, you struck true. If a child does
something wrong, then his parents are guilty.
--Yes,
Dear Saparmyrat, I remember when your grandfather Annanyıaz Artygy
became chief of the village for the second time. When my father heard
this he said:
--
The people of Kıpçak did not do the right thing; the government
did not arrest people like Annanyıaz Artygy since they are rich! The
goverment is afraid of Türkmens like Annanyıaz Artygy.
Fate
brought him a bad day in August 1937 when he was accused of committing a
crime. He was declared an enemy of the people and sent to death row in
prison. Your grandfather knew that such an end would come. But he did
not refuse the ordinary people’s demand.
Dear
Saparmyrat, when your father entered the city both young and old would
look at him. He rode his horse with pride. He was very good looking and
created a very good impression. He was like a beg or han.
He always looked for the goodness in others but these kind of people
were annihilated in the Stalin era.”
Çary
Aga walked around for a while and directed a train out of the station.
He came back to my side.
“Our
relations were good with your father. He was three or four years older
than me. I was living in Yalkym near Aºgabat and used to visit my uncle
frequently. They sent your grandfather into exile in 1932. If they would
send even your 53 year-old grandfather into exile, no one could feel
safe. His
