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We’re the Sadykov family—glad you’re here!

Welcome to the Sadykov Family Website

This is our little corner of the internet—a space to share our family’s story, memories, and creative journey. At the heart of it all is Bako Sadykov—our father, grandfather, and the storyteller who has shaped so much of who we are. Beyond being the center of our family, he’s also a director, actor, writer, and producer whose work has touched audiences around the world.

Our family is a mix of personalities, talents, and shared history: Bako, Zubeyda, Ulugbek, Umed, Feruza, Neki, Sayid, and Ali. Each of us adds our own thread to this ever-evolving story, rooted in love, creativity, and the legacy of those who came before us.

Through this site, we invite you to get to know us a little better—to explore the moments, stories, and memories that define us. Thanks for stopping by!

Zubeyda Nasyrova

ЗУБЕЙДА НАСЫРОВА

Ulugbek Sadykov

УЛУГБЕК САДЫКОВ

Art

Творчество

Then a mason came forth and said, Speak to us of Houses.
And he answered and said:
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
For even as you have homecomings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.
Your house is your larger body.
It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream? and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.
You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

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