FINGER OF ALLAHDETECTIVE"The narrative does not pretend to be accurate in the historical facts that are presented in the narrative. The characters are represented in the text, their names and surnames are fictitious, coincidence coincidentally, coincidence."Note by the author, V. Speys.ANNOUNCEMENTFriendship Cinema was located after several metro stops. I decided to get out of the car there and already at the windows of the cinema I saw colorful advertisements for the festival of Indian cinema masterpieces. Today, just at that time, the demonstration of the two-part film The Tramp starring Raj Kapoor began. I liked the film in the workshop of acting by Raj Kapoor in the role of a Tramp, which in his position reminded me of my poor and worthless life. But I absorbed a charge of cheerful cheerfulness, like a sponge, into myself, and suddenly I realized that nothing is so simple, nothing is brought to us on a silver platter. And, most importantly, we must fight for everything, overcoming difficulties and hardships. I was full of life and hopes for the best, as if at that very time Raj Kapoor was walking beside me, henceforth becoming my Guiding Star ...Chapter firstIf you climb a tall palm tree that grows in rice fields near the river itself, you will see the picturesque expanses of the area that stretch from the village itself adjacent to the rice plantations along the river. And from the left bank, to the hills, with tea vegetation, where girls in colorful saris with baskets behind them collect leaves of aromatic tea from tea bushes. From here, tea hills can be clearly seen from the heights in the solid well-groomed bushes of Indian tea, the collection of which is now in full swing and Kshatr from the top of the palm tree can clearly be seen pickers of tea leaves. There, his beloved girlfriend Ratna is busy doing this. Only virgins are allowed to collect this exquisite tea leaf no older than eighteen years old. It is only a pity that Kshatr is so far from tea plantations and to discern which of the girls of his Ratna he does not succeed. Ratna, the name sounds like a gem. Her father is a wealthy tea merchant from the moneylender clan. This is their family business and during the period of tea leaves gathering all the girls in the village are engaged in cleaning, and he is engaged in hiring additional labor, transporting green leaves and packing dried tea leaves that have become goods. The Kshatr tried to ask the hands of the venerable Aniruddha, the girl's father, but, apart from the mockery of the house of the tea planter's house over the poor peasant, nothing came of it. The Kshatr sighed bitterly, dreamily looking at the tea hills where the girls moved. From there came a cheerful song of tea-pickers, and a loud laugh. - Hey, loafer! the gray-haired old man in a white turban called out to him. - Where did I send you?! And you haven't done anything yet! Slacker get down and get to work! - Father, the day has just begun. I will dig channels to drain water. And in a day the plantations will dry out and collect the rice to the last spikelet. - Getting down from a coconut palm, Kshatr justified itself."If you work like this, then you will not see Ratna for a century." I spoke with Mr. Aniruddha. But he didn't listen to me. He said that his daughter would not go to the poor. So that you forget her. Nearby from our peasant class we have many worthy girls. "No, father, I love her, and I confess to you that she loves me too." Otherwise, I would never come to the house of the distinguished Mr. Aniruddha.- Well, you are a fool! - the old man sighed, looking reproachfully at his son, added, - Look at your older brothers. They have their own farm and grandchildren gave me. What can you give me? The poor is the poor.