Today is the birthday of our teacher Kanybek Abduvasitovich. If he were alive, he would be 52 years old. In such a short life, he managed to do as much as others do in 100-200 years. He left an indelible mark on history and showed an example of a meaningful life. We are still saddened by the fact that he left us at a time when we were full of ideas and energy.

We have just spent Memorial Day in the conference hall of Osh State University. We have witnessed that Kanybek Abduvasitovich was truly a great man. Remembering the noble man, I remembered a few more moments, let me tell you. Although Kanybek Abduvasitovich was a formidable, fearless and unwavering leader, he always laughed at me when he called me to his office. I remember walking into his office when I first got a job in the international relations department.

One of the main requirements of my position was negotiating with foreign universities, implementing international projects and attracting investments to the university. I was not sure of myself that I could handle this job and once: The teacher accidentally asked: "Do you know how to ask someone for money? If you know, everything will be fine," he encouraged and encouraged. So his words cheered me up on an optimistic note.

When I first started working, I started improving collaboration and academic mobility, at least external mobility. I wrote, called, and bothered the heads of the relevant structures (including vice-rectors) daily. Perhaps the teacher noticed it or someone reported it. One day I happened to meet a teacher. - and he jokingly said: "Boy, work slowly, the leaders in Bishkek are heartbroken!"

One day , Mr. Erlan and I returned from a three - day seminar for managers of the PAWER project in Bishkek and I flew to Osh on the same flight as Mr. Kanybek. A friend of the teacher was sitting next to me and the teacher decided to talk to him, and we exchanged coupons. It turns out that the ticket is attached to the report., and I did not ask my ticket back from the teacher. Of course, it was inconvenient to ask the teacher, but I had no choice but to turn to his assistant.

And the teacher threw it away at the airport. According to him, he could hardly find it again. He laughed when he told me I was too busy. I thought about it and realized that I had done something wrong. I thought that if I bought a new ticket and attached it, the problem would be solved.