Aizhan, born in 1995 in the Issyk-Kul region, shared her love story, which began during her school years.
“I spent my childhood in the village of Ananyevo with my grandparents. My future husband is also from this village, but we only met in 2011 when he returned from a Turkish lyceum. We accidentally ran into each other on the way home after a school assembly. Since then, we started communicating and dating until 2015, when he proposed to me. In 2018, we became husband and wife and now we are raising a son and a daughter,” she said.
In the conversation, Aizhan also described her husband's character and their approach to resolving conflicts, as well as talked about life on the farm.
“My husband is a very calm and patient person; he prefers to express his feelings through actions rather than words. When disagreements arise, we do not give in to emotions, but give each other time to calmly discuss all issues later,” she noted.
After the wedding, the couple lived in the city until 2025, and with the help of their parents, they were able to buy their own house. However, considering that her husband is the only son in the family, they decided to move to the village. Now they are engaged in agriculture on their farm, which occupies 6 hectares. They grow apples, strawberries, currants, cherries, pears, plums, and raspberries, and also keep livestock. “Taking care of the farm helps us build a happy family,” Aizhan added.
She also recalled some funny moments from their time together before the wedding.
“At the very beginning of our communication, my friend invited us to the mountains. I refused, saying that my grandmother wouldn’t let me go. Then he came to her himself and asked for permission. He even prepared: he brought bedding and marinated meat for shashlik. At that time, he was finishing 11th grade, and I was in 9th. In the mountains, he cooked the shashlik himself and organized a great picnic. I thought at that moment: ‘What a good guy!’ and appreciated him,” she recalls.
Aizhan also shared memories of the beginning of their life together:
“When I became a daughter-in-law and was making manti for the guests, my mother-in-law kneaded the dough very tightly, saying that it was the right way. The guests had already arrived, and I couldn’t roll out the dough at all—my hands turned red and got tired. My mother-in-law came back, rolled out the dough a few times, and did it easily and quickly. I felt embarrassed, but this incident became a lesson for me and remains in my memory as a warm recollection of family life,” she said.
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