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Found walk: 64 words & 2 translates

English Ўзбек
walkietalkies wалкиеталкиес
walking юриш
walkout чиқиб кетиш
walkover юриш
walks юради
walkway юриш йўли
walkways юриш йўллари

20. The lightning almost snatches their sight away. Whenever it illuminates for them, they walk in it; but when it grows dark over them, they stand still. Had Allah willed, He could have taken away their hearing and their sight. Allah is capable of everything.

20Чақмоқ уларнингкўзини олиб қўяй дейди. Ёриган пайтда юришади, қоронғи бўлса, тўхташади. Агар Аллоҳ хоҳласа, уларнинг кўзу қулоқларини кеткизади. Албатта, Аллоҳ ҳар бир нарсага қодирдир.

Wherever you happened to be – walking home down the empty streets from the new tram stop in Kukcha, casting an eye over the clay walls of Tashkent’s Samarkand Darvoza district, or going out into your own garden after a long day – every imaginable colour was visible under a bright blue sky.

Шаҳар кезиб Кўкчадаги янги тушган трамвай бекатидан ҳувиллаган кўчалар бўйлаб уйга қайтасанми, Самарқанд Дарвозадаги синчу гувала деворлар ортига кўз қирини ташлайсанми, толиқиб ўз боғингга чиқасанми – кўк осмон остида алвон-алвон ранглар.
Walking about with his secateurs, Abdulla noticed that some of the ties holding the vines to the stakes were torn, leaving the vines limp. He couldn’t work out how this had happened: had the harvest been too plentiful, or had the plants not been cared for properly? Ток-қайчи қўлида, Абдулла кенг ишком тагида тураркан, бир-икки ерда истак узилиб, бағозлар бўшаганига кўзи тушди-да, бу фавқулодда ҳолни нимага йўйишини билмади: ҳосилнинг мўллигими ё қаровнинг озлигимиди боис?
122. Is he who was dead, then We gave him life, and made for him a light by which he walks among the people, like he who is in total darkness, and cannot get out of it? Thus the doings of disbelievers are made to appear good to them. 122Аввал ўлик бўлган одамни тирилтириб, унга одамлар орасида юрадиган нурни бериб қўйган бўлсак, у билан зулматлар ичида ундан чиқа олмай юрувчи одам ўхшаш бўладими? Шундай қилиб, кофирларга қилаётган амаллари зийнатлаб кўрсатилди.
195. Do they have feet with which they walk? Or do they have hands with which they strike? Or do they have eyes with which they see? Or do they have ears with which they hear? Say, “Call upon your partners, then plot against me, and do not wait.” 194Албатта, сиз Аллоҳдан ўзга ибодат қилаётганлар ўзингизга ўхшаш бандалардир. Агар ростгўй бўлсангиз, уларни чақириб кўринг, бас, сизга жавоб берсинлар­чи!
They walked up the road together to the old man's shack and went in through its open door. Улар йўлдан чолнинг кулбасига кўтарилдилар ва ланг очиқ эшикдан ичкарига киришди.
They came into view around the outjutting clump of trees. To the fore was the third man whose name he had not learnt. Then came eight dogs drawing the sled. At the front of the sled, guiding it by the gee-pole, walked John Thompson. The rear was brought up by Oleson, the Swede. He was certainly a fine man, Morganson thought, as he looked at the bulk of him in his squirrel-skin parka. The men and dogs were silhouetted sharply against the white of the landscape. They had the seeming of two dimension, cardboard figures that worked mechanically. Morganson rested his cocked rifle in the notch in the tree. He became abruptly aware that his fingers were cold, and discovered that his right hand was bare. He did not know that he had taken off the mitten. He slipped it on again hastily. The men and dogs drew closer, and he could see their breaths spouting into visibility in the cold air. When the first man was fifty yards away, Morganson slipped the mitten from his right hand. He placed the first finger on the trigger and aimed low. Улар ўрмон дўнглиги ортида кўринишди. Олдинда Моргансон исмини билмайдигани. Ортидан чанага қўшилган саккизта ит. Жон Томсон ёнбошда таёқ кўмагида уларни йўлга солиб келмоқда. Энг охирида швед Ольсон. “Хушрўй барзанги”, деб ўйлади Моргансон нигоҳлари бу девқоматнинг эгни-бошида сирпанар экан. Одамлар ва итлар қораси оқ гиламда аниқ-тиниқ намоён бўларкан. Улар сурат сингари ясси кўринар, турнақатор ҳаракатланишарди. Моргансон қуролни тиргакка қўйиб отишга чоғланган замон бармоқлари увишиб қолганини сезди. Одамлар ва итлар борган сари яқин келаверишди. Паға-паға буғ уларнинг оғзидан чиқаётган ҳовур эканлигини кўрди. Олдиндаги эллик ярдга яқинлашганда Моргансон кўрсатгич бармоғини тепкига қўйди.
The two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover, came in together, walking very slowly and setting down their vast hairy hoofs with great care lest there should be some small animal concealed in the straw. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal. Boxer was an enormous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as any two ordinary horses put together. A white stripe down his nose gave him a somewhat stupid appearance, and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence, but he was universally respected for his steadiness of character and tremendous powers of work. Боксёр ва Кловер исмли тулпорлар биргаликда келишди. Улар, кенг ва юнгли туёқлари имкон қадар оз жойни эгаллаши учун, эҳтиёткорлик билан, секин ҳаракатланишарди. Кловер ўрта ёшлардаги баланд байтал бўлиб, тўртинчи тойчоғини туққанидан кейин сўлқиллаб қолганди. Боксёрнинг ташқи кўриниши ғайриихтиёрий ҳурматни уйғотарди — яғрини баландлигидан бўйи 6 фут бўлиб, у шу қадар кучли эдики, оддий отларнинг иккитасичалик қувватга эга эди. Унинг башарасини кесиб ўтган оқ чизиқ тулпорга ахмоқона кўриниш берар, ростини айтганда, ўзи ҳам у қадар ақлли эмас эди, бироқ ўзининг сокин хулқ-атвори ва ғаройиб меҳнатсеварлиги билан ҳаммага ёқар эди.

Later on, Dickensen went out on the sidewalk to smoke a cigar and cool off; and a little later Emily Travis happened along. Emily Travis was dainty and delicate and rare, and whether in London or Klondike she gowned herself as befitted the daughter of a millionnaire mining engineer. Little Dickensen deposited his cigar on an outside window ledge where he could find it again, and lifted his hat.
Бир оздан сўнг Диккенсен сигара чекиб, шамоллагани кўчага чиқди. Дақиқа ўтиб Эмили Тревис пайдо бўлди. Эмили Тревис латофатли, нозикниҳол ойимтилла эди, Лондон ёинки Клондайкда бўлишидан қатъи назар миллионларга эга тоғ муҳандисининг арзандасидек кийинарди. Митти Диккенсен сигарасини дераза токчасига ташлаб, шляпасини андак кўтариб қўйди.

Imber grunted and stalked up to Emily Travis. He looked her over, keenly and carefully, every square inch of her. Especially did he appear interested in her silky brown hair, and in the color of her cheek, faintly sprayed and soft, like the downy bloom of a butterfly wing. He walked around her, surveying her with the calculating eye of a man who studies the lines upon which a horse or a boat is builded. In the course of his circuit the pink shell of her ear came between his eye and the westering sun, and he stopped to contemplate its rosy transparency. Then he returned to her face and looked long and intently into her blue eyes. He grunted and laid a hand on her arm midway between the shoulder and elbow. With his other hand he lifted her forearm and doubled it back. Disgust and wonder showed in his face, and he dropped her arm with a contemptuous grunt. Then he muttered a few guttural syllables, turned his back upon her, and addressed himself to Dickensen.
Имбер нимадир деб минғиллаб, Эмили Тревисга яқинроқ келди. У қизни бошдан-оёқ синчиклаб кўздан кечирди. Айниқса қизнинг ипаксимон қўнғир сочлари ва ол ёноқлари чолда алоҳида қизиқиш уйғотди. У нигоҳини узмай қизни айланиб ўтди, гўё отнинг бўй-бастини ёки қайиқни ўрганаётгандай. Ногаҳон у ботаётган қуёшнинг нурлари қизнинг қизғиш қулоқларидан ўтиб шуълаланаётганини пайқадию, таққа тўхтади. Кейин яна унинг юзларини «текшириш»га тушди ва қизнинг мовий кўзларига узоқ тикилиб қолди. Тағин ниманидир тўнғиллаб, бир қўли билан нозикойимнинг билагидан ушлаб, иккинчиси билан тирсагини букиб кўрди. Ҳиндунинг юзида нафрат ва ҳайрат акс этди, пўнғиллаб Эмилининг қўлини қўйиб юборди. Сўнг бўғзидан қанақадир товушлар чиқариб, қизга орқа ўгирди ва Диккенсенга нимадир деди.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. And the marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people; for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny, and they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. Биз ўз курашимизни ҳамиша ўз қадримизни билган ва тартиб-интизомга риоя қилган ҳолда олиб боришимиз керак. Эзгу мақсадни кўзлаган норозилигимиз зўравонликка айланиб кетишига йўл қўймаслигимиз зарур. Биз жисмоний кучга руҳий куч билан жавоб бериб, улуғвор юксакликка эришишга ҳаракат қилишимиз лозим. Негрлар жамиятида ҳукм сураётган фавқулодда жанговарлик барча оқ одамларда бизга нисбатан шубҳа, ишончсизлик уйғотмаслиги керак, чунки бизнинг оқ биродарларимизнинг кўпчилиги уларнинг тақдири бизнинг тақдиримиз билан чамбарчас боғлиқлигини, уларнинг эркинлиги бизнинг эркинлигимиз билан муқаррар равишда боғлиқлигини англаб етишган, уларнинг бугун шу ерда ҳозир бўлганлиги шундан далолат беради. Биз ёлғиз ўзимиз мақсадга эриша олмаймиз.
And as we walk we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights: “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only." We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and the Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. Ҳаракатни бошлар эканмиз, нима бўлганда ҳам олға интилишга қасамёд қилишимиз керак. Биз ортга қайта олмаймиз. Фуқаролик ҳуқуқларининг фидойи ҳимоячиларидан «Сиз қачон тинчийсиз?» деб сўровчилар бор. Узоқ сафар туфайли йўл азобини тортган биродарларимиз ҳордиқ чиқариш учун йўл бўйидаги мотеллар ва шаҳар меҳмонхоналаридан қўноқ олмагунча биз ҳеч қачон тинчимаймиз. Негрнинг бир жойдан бошқа жойга кўчишининг асосий тури кичик геттодан катта геттога кўчиш бўлиб қолаверар экан, биз тинчимаймиз. Миссисипидаги негр овоз бера олмас экан, Нью-Йоркдаги негр эса овоз беришда маъни йўқ деб ҳисоблашда давом этар экан, биз тинчимаймиз. Йўқ, адолат ариғи, одиллик дарёси тўлиб оқмас экан, биз ҳеч қачон тинчимаймиз, хотиржам бўлишга ҳаққимиз йўқ.
37. And do not walk proudly on earth. You can neither pierce the earth, nor can you match the mountains in height. 37Ер юзида кибру ҳаво ила юрма! Албатта, сен зинҳор ерни тешиб юбора олмайсан ва зинҳор бўйда тоғларга ета олмассан!