阿拉格·哈尔佐耶夫老人手里拿着一张小纸片百思不得其解:“这到底是谁给我写的呢?”他再一次展开那张纸,戴上老花镜,慢慢地读了起来:“请您允许我去您的家,我要还清我欠您的债……”突然,电话铃响了。“阿拉格·哈尔佐耶夫家。”他对着听筒说。电话的那头很长时间没人回答,但阿拉格并没有放下电话。他能明显感觉到打电话的人很紧张。 Arag Haerzhayev old man holding a piece of paper puzzling: “Who in the end who wrote it to me?” He once again started the piece of paper, put on reading glasses , Slowly read: “Please allow me to go to your home, I want to pay off the debt I owe you.” Suddenly, the phone rang. “Aragg Khazeltieh’s house.” He said to the receiver. Nobody answered for a long time on the phone, but Aragg did not drop the phone. He could clearly feel nervous about making a phone call.