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Beaupré was sleeping on his bed the sleep of the just.  Бопре шу чоғ донг қотиб ухлаб ётган эди.
As for me, I was absorbed in a deeply interesting occupation.  Мен ўз ишим билан банд эдим.
A map had been procured for me from Moscow, which hung against the wall without ever being used, and which had been tempting me for a long time from the size and strength of its paper. Шуни айтиш керакки, менга Москвадан география картаси олдирилган. Бу карта бекорга деворга осилиб ётар ва кўпдан бери унинг қоғозига суқланиб юрар эдим.
I had at last resolved to make a kite of it, and, taking advantage of Beaupré's slumbers, I had set to work.  My father came in just at the very moment when I was tying a tail to the Cape of Good Hope. Мен шу қоғоздан варрак қилмоқчи бўлиб, Бопренинг уйқуда эканини ғанимат билиб, ишга киришган эдим. Варракни ясаб, Добрая Надежда бурнига энди дум боғлаётганимда отам кириб келди.
  At the sight of my geographical studies he boxed my ears sharply, sprang forward to Beaupré's bed, and, awaking him without any consideration, he began to assail him with reproaches. Менинг география машғулотимни кўриб қулоғимни чўзди, сўнгра югуриб Бопренинг ёнига борди ва уни дағал уйғотиб, койий бошлади.
In his trouble and confusion Beaupré vainly strove to rise; the poor "_outchitel_" was dead drunk. Бопре гангиб, ўрнидан тўрмоқчи бўлган эди, тўра олмади, бечора француз ўлгудай маст эди.
  Thus was my education finished. Шу билан менинг ўқишим ҳам тамом бўлди.
  I lived like a stay-at-home son (_nédoross'l_),[4] amusing myself by scaring the pigeons on the roofs, and playing leapfrog with the lads of the courtyard,[5] till I was past the age of sixteen. But at this age my life underwent a great change.  Мен ҳали вояга етмаган бола бўлиб, куним каптар учириб, ҳовлидаги болалар билан сакрамачоқ ўйнаб ўтарди. Шундай қилиб ўн олти ёшга ҳам тўлдим. Энди тақдирим ўзгача бўлди.
  One autumn day, my mother was making honey jam in her parlour, while, licking my lips, I was watching the operations, and occasionally tasting the boiling liquid.  Куз кунларининг бирида онам меҳмонхонада асалдан мураббо қайнатар, мен эса тамшаниб, қайнаётган кўпикка қараб турардим.
He was very fond of this book; he never read it except with great attention, and it had the power of upsetting his temper very much. Бу китоб унга ҳамма вақт зўр таъсир қиларди. Бу китобни у сира совуққонлик билан ўқий олмас, бу ўқиш ҳамиша унинг зардасини қайнатиб юборарди.
He was now reading it, frequently shrugging his shoulders, and muttering, half aloud--  "General! He was sergeant in my company. Knight of the Orders of Russia! Was it so long ago that we--"  Отам календарни ўқир экан, ора-сира елкасини учириб, ўзича: Генерал-поручик [эмиш]!.. У менинг ротамда сержант эди! Ҳар икки рус орденининг кавалери!. Хўш, биз қачондан бери.” деб қўяр эди.
At last my father threw the _Almanack_ away from him on the sofa, and remained deep in a brown study, which never betokened anything good. Оқибат, отам календарни диванга қараб улоқтирди-да ўйга ботди, унинг бу авзойи яхшилик нишонаси эмас эди.
 "Avdotia Vassiliéva,"[6] said he, sharply addressing my mother, "how old is Petróusha?"[7] "His seventeenth year has just begun," replied my mother. "Petróusha was born the same year our Aunt Anastasia Garasimofna[8] lost an eye, and that--"  У тўсатдан онамга қараб: ”Авдотья Васильевна, Петруша нечага кирди?” деб сўради. - Мана энди ўн еттига қадам қўйди, - деди онам.  Петруша Настасья Герасимовна холанинг кўзи ожиз бўлган йили тўғилган эди, у тўғилганда ҳали…
The idea of service was mingled in my mind with the liberty and pleasures offered by the town of Petersburg. Хизмат деганда эркинлик ҳақидаги фикрлар, Петрбург ҳаётининг ҳузур-ҳаловати кўз олдимга келар эди.
I already saw myself officer of the Guard, which was, in my opinion, the height of human happiness. Ўзимни гвардия офицери хаёл қиламан, офицерликни эса киши саодатининг энг юқори чўққиси деб билар эдим.
The day of my departure was at once fixed.  Кетиш куним белгиланди.
The evening before my father told me that he was going to give me a letter for my future superior officer, and bid me bring him pen and paper.  Кетишимдан бир кун илгари отам, бўлажак бошлиғимга мен орқали хат юбормоқчи эканини айтиб, қалам билан қоғоз сўради.
Instead of the gay and lively life of Petersburg, I was doomed to a dull life in a far and wild country. Қувноқ Петурбург ҳаёти ўрнига мени узоқ ва чет ерда зерикиш, диққинафаслик кутарди.
Military service, which a moment before I thought would be delightful, now seemed horrible to me. But there was nothing for it but resignation.  Бундан бир минут илгари шу қадар хурсандлик билан ўйлаганим хизмат, энди кўзимга катта бир фалокат бўлиб кўринди. Энди нима ҳам дейман!
I was dressed in a short "_touloup_"[10] of hareskin, and over it a thick pelisse of foxskin. Менга қўён терисидан қилинган пўстин ва устидан яна тулки терисидан қилинган калта пустин кийгизишди.