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PART 50
I turned the car to the exact opposite direction and moved uphill Manas Avenue towards the mountains. Until Ahunbayeva junction we continued our way within busy traffic. After that the road became relatively empty. I loved this part of Manas Avenue very much.The branches of the white popplar trees, which were lined up in both sides of the road, turned to crystal because of the influence of last night's cold. The beams of the sun that was about to set, were leaking out through those crystal branches and creating a scene one couldn't get enough of. At the end of the street, the Ala (name?) mountains were standing with all of their magnificence; the last beams of the sun were reflecting on their icy top. There was only one thing missing in that scene... My hand reached out the radio button instinctively. There was some music broadcasting in Manas University radio and- it must be God's kindness- the piece named ‘‘Esimde’’ of Cıldız Osmonaliyeva was playing. The most influential piece of music I've listened to lately...a folk song... it was arranged by a modern composer and unbelievably beautiful work of art had emerged. Each time I listened to this song, my imagination would rise into action; snap from the location I had been in; rise to the highest tops of the mountains; and I would watch the color games the sun created in the magnificent glaciers, in the deep valleys, the clouds that passed around us fast and the eagles that glided in the sky with pride, drawing curves.
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