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Legends in music.
Сүгір Әлиұлының музыкаға деген махаббаты мен көбіктің сиқырлы үні туралы әсерлі әңгіме.
Key Takeaways
- Көбіктің ерекше үні жас ұрпақтың өнерге деген ынтасын оятады.
- Табиғат пен жануарларға қамқорлық жасау рухани байлық пен күш береді.
- Жақсы істердің нәтижесі рухани қуаныш пен күш-қуат әкеледі.
- Қазақтың дәстүрлі музыкасы мен табиғат арасындағы байланыс ерекше маңызға ие.
- Ата-ананың қолдауы мен тәрбиесі баланың талантын дамытуда маңызды рөл атқарады.
Summary
- Жас Сүгір Әлиұлы көбіктің ерекше үніне тәнті болып, оны домбырада ойнауға ұмтылады.
- Әкесі ұлының өнерге деген таланты мен домбыра шеберлігін мақтайды, бірақ көбіктің күйін домбырада қайталау мүмкін емес екенін түсіндіреді.
- Жас жігіт көктемгі далада саяхаттап, табиғаттың сұлулығын тамашалайды.
- Жолында жараланған бүркітті тауып, оны емдеп, жануарға қамқорлық көрсетеді.
- Жолында құдыққа құлап қалған тайды құтқарып, оның анасына қайта қосылуына көмектеседі.
- Жас жігіт ауылдағы тойға қатысып, қонақжайлық пен сыйлықтар үшін алғыс айтады.
- Ол даладағы тыныштық пен табиғаттың әсемдігін сезініп, жақсы істердің рухани күш беретініне сенеді.
- Жолда бүркіттің жазылып, қайта ұшып кеткенін байқап, жақсылықтың жемісін көреді.
- Жас жігіт пен оның атындағы оқиғалар қазақтың дәстүрлі мәдениеті мен табиғатқа деген құрметті көрсетеді.
- Видео қазақ музыкасы мен табиғаттың үйлесімділігін, сондай-ақ адам мен жануар арасындағы байланыс пен мейірімділікті суреттейді.
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The young rider whips his horse again and again.
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The magical sound of the kobyz's heartstrings still rings in his ears.
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He wishes he could quickly reach his home and tell his father everything.
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That melody, like an invisible wave, had captivated his young heart.
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The boy, under the influence of the emotions that controlled him, ran into the yurt and shouted, "Father!"
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I saw an akyn who came to our village on horseback the other day.
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I heard him play the kobyz, father, his kui was so, so...
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He couldn't find the words to express his feelings and stopped, looking at his father.
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My son, why are you so excited?
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His father said with a smile.
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It's like you heard the sound of the kobyz for the first time.
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His father looked at him with a kind and satisfied expression.
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Compared to his peers, his son was intelligent and quick-witted.
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I've heard it before, the boy said excitedly.
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I've heard it many times, but this one is different.
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Father, I wish you could hear it yourself.
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The sound of the kobyz is so, so...
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It's like my mother's lullaby when I was little.
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Exactly, so delicate.
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I want to play that kui on the dombra.
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His father laughed and praised his son.
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Yes, Sugir, I know your talent for art is as high as that of famous akyns.
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You play the dombra wonderfully.
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You can repeat any kui without missing a beat.
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But you said you saw a new akyn playing the kobyz.
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Yes, Sugir said.
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So, can't I play that kui on the dombra?
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No, you can't.
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You can't repeat a melody played on the kobyz with a dombra.
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They will sound different, his father said.
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But I want to play that kui, that very kui!
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The boy's voice trembled.
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Then learn to play the kobyz.
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His father replied with a laugh.
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No, I'll play it on the dombra.
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Sugir said again.
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No one can do that.
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His father's voice was cheerful.
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I can!
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Father, I'll start it.
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You'll see, I can do it.
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The father and son talked for a long time, sometimes arguing, sometimes laughing.
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The conversation between them was about that melody that made one's body shiver and one's soul feel like a mother's embrace.
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The steppe is especially beautiful in spring.
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A young man is riding across the vast steppe.
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His thought is to quickly reach the rich man's feast, to which he was invited in advance.
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The young man looks at the bright and rich colors of the steppe, which changes as if an invisible artist is painting it with various colors.
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The deep ravines where the snow has just melted are brown, and the dry grass from last year is visible.
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And in the plains bathed in the spring sun, various grasses are growing abundantly, their delicate stems reaching for the sky, gathering moisture from the warmth of the sun and spreading their leaves.
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Here, the white-hot bluebells and small yellow, blue flowers like buttercups have bloomed.
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And the newly growing grasses resemble soft green velvet.
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The generosity of spring is enough for everyone.
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Being a part of this steppe, the young man felt strength in his body and joy in his heart, as if he sensed a sign of some good thing awaiting him.
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Although several hours had passed since he set out, the young man showed no signs of fatigue.
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However, he decided to stop here to let his horse cool down.
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The young man's horse was grazing, nibbling on the fresh grass, and he himself sat down on the ground beneath it, intending to rest.
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As he opened his saddlebag, he heard something stirring nearby.
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The young man jumped up and looked in that direction.
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An eagle was lying on the ground.
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It was trying to fly up, but its wings wouldn't obey.
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Only then did the young man notice that an arrow had struck the bird's wing.
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The shaft of the arrow was visible.
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The traveler realized that the eagle was suffering and dying under the hot sun.
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Oh, poor thing, the young man said, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, let's see what happened.
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The young man took the eagle in his hands.
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He felt its strong fear and its heart beating rapidly.
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Then he carried it to the base of a short but dense tree.
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A small stream was flowing nearby.
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In spring, there are many such streams in this area.
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The young man filled his palm with water and carefully dripped it into the bird's mouth.
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He also skillfully pulled out the arrow.
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Then he wiped the blood from its wing.
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That's it, you'll recover now, your wound isn't too bad.
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Goodbye, my eagle.
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The young man looked at the eagle once more and then mounted his horse, continuing his journey.
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Butterflies with shimmering wings.
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Dragonflies, bees that have just woken up from their winter sleep, intoxicated by the bright sunlight, fly back and forth over the newly bloomed wildflowers.
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The young man took his dombra and began to play.
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His mood improved greatly, and he looked ahead.
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He saw hills shimmering in the distance.
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He had to reach that village before sunset.
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He straightened his chest and inhaled the fragrant air mixed with mint.
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He thought that the steppe was only filled with such pleasant scents in early spring.
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And in summer, its scent becomes sweeter, and in autumn, it takes on the appearance of an old woman who has suffered much.
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But now the steppe has transformed into a beautiful spring.
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As he passed the hill, the young man saw a wild chestnut horse, wandering near a ravine formed by heavy rain.
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The young man now noticed that a foal had fallen into the ravine, struggling and pawing at the ground with its hooves, but unable to get out.
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The foal, seeing the man, neighed in fear.
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Oh, the chestnut foal has fallen, don't be afraid, my animal, the young man said.
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He jumped off his horse and slowly descended into the ravine, trying not to scare the foal.
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Then he went to the foal and, grabbing its hind legs, pulled it out.
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The foal, with its small hooves, stomped on the ground and ran towards its mother.
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The mare shook its head and neighed.
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Then, leading its foal, it went over the hill and disappeared.
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Evening came.
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The young man was still riding, his ears filled with the chirping of birds, the cooing of quails, the buzzing of grasshoppers and cicadas, the cries of eagles, and the howling of the wind in the steppe, when suddenly he saw a column of smoke.
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The village, he finally reached his destination.
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The grand feast in the village ended at dawn, and the young man said goodbye to the gathered people and thanked them for the gifts and hospitality of the feast hosts.
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Then, at dawn, he mounted his horse and set off on his way back.
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The vast steppe was bathed in the rays of the rising sun, and strangely enough, the steppe, which had been bustling with life, now seemed completely silent, as if time and life had stopped.
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The horse was walking slowly on the soft, warm ground.
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The young man was lost in thought.
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Finally, he dozed off.
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Suddenly, his horse shied and stopped.
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He heard the neighing of horses nearby.
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A herd of wild horses galloped past the lone rider.
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Suddenly, a foal broke away from the herd and galloped towards the young man.
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The young man's horse bent its neck and prepared to charge, but the foal galloped past them, playing.
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Then it galloped back to its herd.
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The young man stood watching it.
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He couldn't understand anything.
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Suddenly, he slapped his forehead with his palm and looked at his horse.
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Do you see? That's the foal I pulled out of the ravine!
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It said goodbye to us!
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How wonderful!
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He said.
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The young man's soul rejoiced.
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Then he thought, the elders say that if you do a good deed for someone, your body feels refreshed, and you feel as strong as if you drank a bowl of kumys.
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Those words are true.
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He thought.
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When he reached the middle of the road, the young man saw the tree where he had left the wounded eagle.
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He jumped off his horse and approached it.
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But the bird was not there.
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The young man decided to let his horse cool down.
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He lay down on his back on the green grass, resting his head on his hand.
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In the clear blue sky, white clouds like cotton were floating.
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Suddenly, a small black dot broke through the clouds and began to fall straight towards him.
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The young man had no thoughts.
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He stared at the dot, which grew larger and larger as it approached.
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Only when its shadow fell on the ground did he see a large bird swooping down towards him.
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The young man immediately covered his face with both hands, but the bird did not seem to intend to touch him.
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It just hovered above him.
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The young man opened his eyes and saw the eagle circling above him.
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He laughed and jumped up.
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He waved his hand and shouted.
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You're alive!
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That's good!
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The eagle circled above him again and then soared into the sky.
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Joy filled the young man's body.
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He felt that he had become one with this vast steppe, with its thorny bushes, with its green grass, with its bustling insects, with its fearless eagles, and with its wild horses that ran like the wind.
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He took his dombra.
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As soon as his fingers touched the strings, a delicate and touching melody flowed.
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He tried to express with the language of music that he was a part of this vast steppe, a part of this wonderful world called life.
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A young, but already famous kui player came to the village.
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Sugir greeted him with respect.
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Sugir, I am pleased with your intention.
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Your fame and glory are spreading like a bird from village to village.
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I have never heard a kui in this life that could match yours.
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I want to give it to you as a gift.
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And I want to hear that kui played on your dombra.
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Sugir blushed, hearing the praises addressed to him.
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He bowed respectfully and expressed his gratitude.
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At that time, Sugir himself had grown up and become a tall, well-built young man.
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He smiled happily at the beautiful face of the guest who had arrived.
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He led the guest to his yurt.
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His father came out to meet the guest and asked his daughter to make tea.
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He intended to offer the guest fragrant brown tea.
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The nimble fingers of the kui player plucked the strings.
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A delicate and touching melody flowed from the dombra.
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Sugir listened carefully to the kui played by the guest.
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When the sound of the dombra stopped, he said this.
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Alas, the kui player who plays the dombra after you seems to be invisible, but you are mistaken to call this kui mine.
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When I was a child, I heard a melody played by an akyn on the kobyz, and later I adapted it for the dombra.
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This is the melody played by that kobyz player.
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Sugir plucked the strings again.
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A heart-wrenching melody flowed from the dombra, as his mother used to sing.
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The famous kobyz player, Sugir, who made his peers his teachers, created a new style of playing the dombra, adapting the melodies of the kobyz.
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He stood out with his unique performing style and characteristics in Kazakh kui art.
Topics:Сүгір Әлиұлыкөбікдомбырақазақ музыкасыдәстүрлі өнертабиғатжануарларға қамқорлықжас таланткүйжол оқиғасы
