The next day Husayn was crowned Emir, but he did not hold power for long; a mysterious illness forced him off the throne in less than three months. The doctors failed to conjure one of their miracles, and Emir Husayn left this world of sorrows. When Nasrullo heard what had happened, his thoughts turned to his master chef, who he had only recently sent to serve his brother Husayn as a peace-offering: ‘Seems the bastard took his arsenic with him’. Then he gathered his army and set off for Bukhara once again.

Эртасига Ҳусайн-тўрани Амир қилиб тахтга кўтаришди, бироқ тахтни эгаллаганидан сал ўтмай, Амир Ҳусайн бир номаълум касалга чалиниб, масиҳонафас табибларнинг муолажа уринишлари зое кетиб, салтанати уч ойга етар-етмас дунё омонатини қўлдан бой берди. Насруллоҳхон баковулини ҳадъя тариқасида саройга юборган эди, “Маргимушини ҳам ўзи билан олиб кетибди-йўв бу аблаҳ!” - деб ўйлади ўзича у, яна черигини Бухоро томон тортар экан...

His father was right when he said that a man can be in thrall to devils, especially if he is a writer. You have only to set to work to be gripped by your plans and inventions, and everything else seems vanity, triviality, a distraction. Over the last month Abdulla had covered reams of paper, having told himself: If I can sit down on my own this winter, I will finish writing the novel. And now all those hopes had been dashed. The Tatar NKVD man had found the manuscript, stuffed it in the only suitcase in the house, and taken it
away with him. And he was hardly going to read it, was he? Could he even decipher the old Arabic script of Uzbek? Or would he hire some black-eyed locals to read it for him?

Чиндан ҳам отаси айтмиш, жин босар экан, ёзувчи одамни. Ишга киришдингми – зикру хаёлинг ана ўша тўқимада, қолгани - фақат алахсиш, фақат чалғишдек туюлар экан. Ўтган ой ичида анча-мунча қоғозларни қоралаб қўйди Абдулла, айтмовдими: “Шу қиш узлат қилиб ўтирсам, қиссани ёзиб битказаман” - деб. Афсус, ишнинг белига от тепди. Анави анди татар топган қўлёзмасини уйдаги биттаю битта жомадонга босиб, ўзи билан олиб келди. Ўқирмикан барини? Эскичага кўзи ўтармикан? Ё яна ўзининг қора кўзларидан ёллаб, уларга ўқитармикан?

At the beginning of spring, when everything else had been taken care of, Qosim stayed on to remove the winter covering from the vines and tie them to their stakes. He was so carried away by his task that he failed to accompany the elderly G’ozi-xo’ja, as he had intended, on his way to pay respects at the graves of the holy men in Eski-Novqat. At the time, Oyxon’s two younger sisters were staying with a neighbour to study more advanced reading and writing. The older boy was with his father; only the youngest, Nozim, was still at home. And, early in the morning, Nozim was still asleep.

Ўша эрта кўклам ҳам бошқа ишларини битириб бўлгач, Сайид Қосим буларнинг икки тупгина токини очиб бериш важҳида яна Эски-Новқатига қайтишга кеч қолди. Ҳолбуки Сайид Ғози-хожа ўша куни Янги-Новқат томон Саҳобани зиёрат қилгани ўзининг 14 яшар ўғли Сайид Олим билан йўлга чиққан эди. Ойхон-пошшанинг икки синглиси маҳалладаги Отинча-бувиникига дарс олгани чиқиб кетишган, ёлғиз кенжатой Сайид Нозимхон уйда ҳали ҳам уйқусидан турмаган эди.

That night, putting Nozim to bed next to her, she stroked his head and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, ‘Don’t tell anyone what you saw this morning.’

Кечаси кенжа укаси Сайид Нозимхонни қучоғида олиб ётаркан, Ойхон-пошша унга: - Сиз боягини ҳечкимга айтиб юрманг-а, яна, - деб сирлашарди.