Of Tomato

In my childhood, we used to play with neighbours, robbed apples from neighbours' gardens. At that times, there wasnt such a neighbourhood. Between each doors there was a place that a foodball field could have been replaced instead. Everyone had to work for their own "kolxoz". Since we were children that we were lucky to be exluded in that labour. In "sovxoz" peasant grew a new type of vegerable (well, it was tomato appeared first among uzbeks that due to Russians were brought here).

This red vegetable usually was loaded to the mule-drawn carts and delivered to bazar. Once, as we were playing in the main street in Chalish, suddenly my eyes caught that appetitous red coloured food. With the hope of tasting it, we aproached clothely and clothely. That old man was sleeping holding the rope in his hands, mules themselves was leading that cart without the help of any novigator since they commuted on this road a thousand times. Me and two other boys began to put tomatoes into our shirt in a silentl way. Neither man noticed nor mules annoyed and warned him. And lucky us, hurried to taste, without rinsing just... to our shirts were biting on these food. Strange thing was that nobody in our miliou have ever happen to test it. Suddenly, I heard mom's voice telling me " oh gosh, what have you put into your mouth? Put

 that hazard down!"

I heard that story directly from an old man living next to ours that himself underwent it. He is a participant of war so that event happened prior to World War 2 when he was just a kid. Yeah, that was very ridiculous that our ancestors considered sweaty, juicy tomato to be venomous. I was surprised hearing this, and for a while thought how "mouthwatering" meals cooked our grand grandmoms(((.y childhood. we used to play with nieghbours, robbed apples from nieghbours' gardens. At that times, there wasnt such a nieghbourhood. Between each doors there was a place that a foodball field could have been replaced instead. Everyone had to work for their own "kolxoz". Since we were children that we were lucky to be exluded in that labour. In "sovxoz" peasant grew a new type of vegerable (well, it was tomato appeared first among uzbeks that due to Russians were brought here).

This red vegetable usually was loaded to the mule-drawn carts and delivered to bazar. Once, as we were playing in the main street in Chalish, suddenly my eyes caught that appetizing red coloured food. With the hope of tasting it, we aproached closely and closely. That old man was sleeping holding the harness in his hands, mules themselves was leading that cart without the help of any novigator since they staggered on this road a thousand times. Me and two other boys began to put tomatoes into our shirt in a silentl way. Neither man noticed nor mules annoyed and warned him. And lucky us, hurried to taste, without rinsing just rubbed them to our shirts, and were biting on these food. Strange thing was that nobody in our milieu have ever happened to test it. Suddenly, I heard mom's voice telling me " oh gosh, what have you put into your mouth? Put

 that hazard down!"

I heard that story directly from an old man living next to ours that himself underwent it. He is a participant of war so that event happened prior to World War 2 when he was just a kid. Yeah, that was very ridiculous that our ancestors considered sweaty, juicy tomato to be venomous. I was surprised hearing this, and for a while thought how "mouthwatering" meals cooked our great grandmoms(((.