Youth Self-report

About This Novel

About the wind in the grassland, about the cement world in the city, about the unspoken freedom and the regret hidden in the heart. I once wanted to wield the sword of law, and I also dreamed of going to Karakoram, but a scar hindered my steps. The coldness of the science class, the warmth of the Kazakh girl, the vows made when I was a boy, and the frost on my father's temples are all mixed into this text. This is my self-narration, written to myself and to all those who have a wilderness in their hearts and a city in their bodies.

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