Javohir loved to play near the old field in the village since his childhood. Here he would run around with his friends, climb trees, and sometimes sit alone watching the sky. The old field always seemed mysterious and enchanting to him.
Years passed. Javohir grew up, moved to the city, received a good education, and became a successful entrepreneur. However, he never forgot that old field.
One day he returned to his village. Coming to the place where he used to play as a child, he was astonished. Now tall buildings had been constructed there, trees had been cut down, everything had changed.
Javohir closed his eyes and felt the warmth of his childhood in his heart. He remembered those years, his friends, his joys...
— Time passes, everything changes, — he said to himself. — But memories remain forever in our hearts
