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Kabul’s magnetism resides in the rhythms of this city. But busy streets are teeming with ever more children, including girls of all ages, as well as old men, white-bearded and bent by the merciless war - all begging, living hand-to-mouth. Кобулнинг оҳанрабоси бу шаҳардаги ритмда. Аммо гавжум кўчалар болалар, турли ёшдаги қизлар, шунингдек, шафқатсиз урушдан қадди дол оқ соқол чоллар - садақа сўраб, аранг кун кўраётганлар билан тўла.
It’s a top spot for Taliban tourism. As the sun sinks, bathing the city in warm golden hues, gaggles of young men from across the country keep showing up, sporting Taliban trademarks – long hair, short-leg trousers, an assortment of shimmering caps and swirling turbans. Sunset is peak selfie time, then time for prayers. Бу Толибон туризми учун энг яхши манзил. Қуёш ботиши билан шаҳар иссиқ тилларанг тусга бурканади ва мамлакатнинг турли бурчакларидан келган ёшлар Толибоннинг белгиларини - узун соч қўйган, калта шим, ҳар хил қалпоқ ва саллаларини кийиб олган. Қуёш ботиши - селфига тушишнинг айни вақти, кейин эса ибодат вақти.
Many Afghans say they miss their national standard, a gift from India which once floated above the city. At 97ft x 65ft, there was no bigger tricolour in the country. Кўпчилик афғонлар миллий рамзларини соғинганини айтади, бир пайтлар ҳиндлар совға қилган бу байроқ шаҳар тепасида хилпираб турарди. 30х20 метрлик бу байроқдан каттароғи мамлакатда йўқ эди.
"That means nothing. The great DiMaggio is himself again." — Бу ҳеч гап эмас. Яна улуғ Ди Маджио ўйиннинг пайховасини олган.
"I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing/' the old man said. — Қани энди улуғ Ди Маджиони ўзимиз билан бирга денгизга олиб чиқолсак, а?— деди чол.
All foreign observers openly and unanimously acknowledged that the elections were conducted in the atmosphere of sound competition and struggle among the political parties, in full conformity with the provisions of our national legislation, the universally acclaimed international standards on elections, and in the spirit of freedom and openness. In the announcement of the final conclusions on the election results made recently by the Central Election Commission this truth has once again been confirmed. There is no doubt that all of us are pleased with such a high recognition and such a high assessment. Куни кеча Марказий сайлов комиссияси ҳам ўзининг сайлов натижалари бўйича якуний хулосаларида шу ҳақиқатни яна бир бор қайд этди. Ҳеч шубҳасиз, бундай юксак эътироф, бундай юксак баҳо барчамизни қувонтиради.
Therefore, at present, thousands of our fellow-countrymen are sending their proposals and suggestions on perpetuating the memory of our dear teacher. All of them are being extensively studied by the state commission. A separate resolution shall be adopted in this respect. Буюк Юртбошимиз нафақат Ўзбекистонда, балки бутун жаҳон миқёсида катта ҳурмат ва обрў-эътиборга сазовор бўлган улкан шахс ва арбоб сифатида танилган эди. Шунинг учун ҳам устозимизнинг хотирасини абадийлаштириш бўйича минглаб юртдошларимиздан кўплаб таклиф ва тавсиялар келиб тушмоқда. Уларнинг барчаси айни пайтда атрофлича ўрганилмоқда ва бу борада алоҳида қарор қабул қилинади.
We should take the strict measures in our society in terms of struggling against corruption, various crimes and other cases of infringement of law, not allowing them to happen, as well as ensuring in practice the provisions of law that stipulate the inevitability of punishment of crime. Жамиятимизда коррупция, турли жиноятларни содир этиш ва бошқа ҳуқуқбузарлик ҳолатларига қарши курашиш, уларга йўл қўймаслик, жиноятга жазо албатта муқаррар экани тўғрисидаги қонун талабларини амалда таъминлаш бўйича қатъий чоралар кўришимиз зарур.
All of us are well-aware that Uzbekistan is rich with raw and natural resources and boasts with powerful economic and human potential. However, our biggest wealth is an enormous intellectual and spiritual potential of our people. We know well and highly cherish that our respected intelligentsia – the people of science, techniques, and above all, our academicians, the people culture, literature, art and the representatives of sport are diligently and selflessly working in creating and further multiplying this potential. Барчамизга аёнки, Ўзбекистон бой қазилма ва табиий ресурсларга, қудратли иқтисодий ва инсоний салоҳиятга эга. Бироқ бизнинг энг катта бойлигимиз – бу халқимизнинг улкан интеллектуал ва маънавий салоҳиятидир. Бу салоҳиятни яратиш ва янада кўпайтиришда ҳурматли зиёлиларимиз – илм-фан ва техника намояндалари, биринчи навбатда қадрли ва ҳурматли академикларимиз, маданият, адабиёт ва санъат, спорт соҳаларининг вакиллари бутун вужудини бериб, фидокорона меҳнат қилаётганларини биз яхши биламиз ва юксак қадрлаймиз.
In this regard, I want to propose one suggestion. That is to say, the action program of the Cabinet of Ministers proposed at the joint sessions of the Oliy Majlis chambers on January 23, 2015 and September 8 this year must be further clarified, and proceeding from the latest requirements, the additions must be introduced into it. This is an urgent task. Шу муносабат билан бир таклиф киритмоқчиман. Яъни, Олий Мажлис палаталарининг 2015 йил 23 январдаги ва жорий йилнинг 8 сентябрдаги қўшма мажлисларида таклиф этилган Вазирлар Маҳкамасининг ҳаракат дастурини янада аниқлаштириб, ҳозирги талаблардан келиб чиққан ҳолда, унга қўшимчалар киритиш лозим. Бу – кечиктириб бўлмайдиган вазифадир.

"The great Sisler's father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age."

"When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening."

"I know. You told me."

— Улуғ Сайзлернинг отаси ҳеч қачон камбағал бўлган эмас. Менинг ёшимда у чинакам командада ўйнар экан.

— Мен бўлсам сенинг ёшингда елканли кемада юнга бўлиб, Африка қирғоқларига сузиб борганман. Кечқурунлари йўлбарсларнинг қирғоққа чиқишини кўрганман.

— Бир гапириб берувдинг.

He seemed satisfied with the view and returned to the sled the way he had come. He put the haul-rope over his shoulder and dragged the sled up the swale. The snow was unpacked and soft, and it was hard work. The runners clogged and stuck, and he was panting severely ere he had covered the half-mile. Night had come on by the time he had pitched his small tent, set up the sheet-iron stove, and chopped a supply of firewood. He had no candles, and contented himself with a pot of tea before crawling into his blankets. Моргансон худди ўша айланма йўлдан ортига қайтди. Яна лаънати арқонни ортмоқлаб, дара бўйлаб чана тортди. Қорнинг намлигидан чана тортиш мушкул эди. Чанага қор ёпишавериб дам-бадам тўхташга тўғри келар ва ярим мил юрмай Моргансоннинг нафаси бўғзига тиқилиб қоларди. Тун қора кўрпасини ёйганда чоғроқ чодирини тиклаб, темир печини ўрнатиб, шох-шабба йиғишга улгурган эди. Шам ҳам тугаб битганди. Бир финжон чойга қаноатланиб, адёлини устига тортди.
Each day grew colder. Four biscuits could not keep up the heat of his body, despite the quantities of hot spruce tea he drank, and he increased his allowance, morning and evening, to three biscuits. In the middle of the day he ate nothing, contenting himself with several cups of excessively weak real tea. This programme became routine. In the morning three biscuits, at noon real tea, and at night three biscuits. In between he drank spruce tea for his scurvy. He caught himself making larger biscuits, and after a severe struggle with himself went back to the old size. Кундан-кун совуқ забтига ола бошлади. Гарчи Моргансон босиб-босиб игнабарг дамламасидан ичса-да, эндиликда тўрт дона кулча билан бўш қоп тик турмасди. Кунлик тановулдаги кулчаларни олтитага кўпайтиришига тўғри келди – учтаси саҳарликда, учтаси кечликда. Кундузи бир тишлам ҳам нон тишламасди. Суюқ, лекин қайноқ чой билан чекланарди, холос. Орада зангилага қарши игнабарг дамламасидан ичиб турди. Кунлар шу тарзда қувлашмачоқ ўйинини давом эттирарди.
On the fifth day the trail returned to life. To the south a dark object appeared, and grew larger. Morganson became alert. He worked his rifle, ejecting a loaded cartridge from the chamber, by the same action replacing it with another, and returning the ejected cartridge into the magazine. He lowered the trigger to half-cock, and drew on his mitten to keep the trigger-hand warm. As the dark object came nearer he made it out to be a man, without dogs or sled, travelling light. He grew nervous, cocked the trigger, then put it back to half-cock again. The man developed into an Indian, and Morganson, with a sigh of disappointment, dropped the rifle across his knees. The Indian went on past and disappeared towards Minto behind the out-jutting clump of trees. Бешинчи куни йўл жонланди. Жануб томонда қора нуқта кўзга ташланди ва у борган сари катталашаверди. Моргансон ҳушёр тортди. Милтиқни шай ҳолатга келтиришга тушди: стволдан ўқни олиб, ўрнига янгисини жойлади. Тепкини сақлагичга тушириб, қўлқопини тортиб қўйди. Қора нуқта яқинлашавергач маълум бўлдики, у ҳинду экан. Моргансон тараддудланиб қолди. Тепкини кўтарди ва яна сақлагичга туширди. Моргансон ҳафсаласи пир бўлиб, милтиқни тиззасига қўйди. Ҳинду ёнгинасидан ўтиб кетди ва дарахтлар орасида ғойиб бўлди.
He stopped shooting, and watched. He noted the direction of the animal's flight, and, high up on the hillside in an opening among the trees, saw the trunk of a fallen pine. Continuing the moose's flight in his mind he saw that it must pass the trunk. He resolved on one more shot, and in the empty air above the trunk he aimed and steadied his wavering rifle. The animal sprang into his field of vision, with lifted fore-legs as it took the leap. He pulled the trigger. With the explosion the moose seemed to somersault in the air. It crashed down to earth in the snow beyond and flurried the snow into dust. Зимдан кузата бошлади. Буғунинг йўналишини белгилаётиб, ўрмон ичидаги ялангликда қулаб ётган қарағайни пайқаб қолди. Хаёлан “қочоқ”нинг йўналиш чизиғини тортаётиб, буғу айнан шу қарағайнинг ён-веридан ўтади, деган тўхтамга келди. Яна битта ўқнинг баҳридан ўтса ўтибди-да. Қалтироқ қўллари билан милтиқни маҳкамроқ сиқиб, қарағай узра бўшлиқни нишонга олди. Буғу олд оёқларини кўтариб сакраган кез Моргансон варанглатиб ўқ узди. Буғу ҳаводаёқ жонсизланиб, қорга қулади.
Morganson dashed up the hillside--at least he started to dash up. The next he knew he was coming out of a faint and dragging himself to his feet. He went up more slowly, pausing from time to time to breathe and to steady his reeling senses. At last he crawled over the trunk. The moose lay before him. He sat down heavily upon the carcase and laughed. He buried his face in his mittened hands and laughed some more. Моргансон тепалик томон отилди, тўғрироғи, отилмоқчи бўлди. Кўзини очганда ҳушидан кетганини тушунди. Минг азоб билан ўрнидан турди, секин-аста одимлай кетди. Вақти-вақти билан нафасини ростлаб, бироз ўзига келиш учун тўхтади. Ниҳоят, қулаб ётган қарағайгача аранг судралиб етиб келди. Унинг ёнида буғу жонсиз ётарди. Моргансон жасад устига оғир чўкди ва бутун бошли қўшинни ер тишлатган баҳодирдай оғзини йиғиштиролмай қолди.
He spent the rest of the morning dragging the wreckage of the moose down the hillside. In addition, he had at least ten pounds left of the chunk of meat he had dragged down the previous day. "I'm good for weeks yet," was his comment as he surveyed the heap. Тушгача қолган-қутган сарқит суякларни чодирга ташиди. Чодирда ҳам тунов куни олиб келган гўштдан ўн қадоқча қолганди. Озиқ-овқат захирасига назар ташлаб, ўзича: “Икки-уч ҳафтага етади”, деб қўйди.
Dawn broke and merged into day. It was cold and clear. Sixty below zero was Morganson's estimate of the frost. Not a breath stirred the chill Arctic quiet. He sat up suddenly, his muscular tensity increasing the hurt of the scurvy. He had heard the far sound of a man's voice and the faint whining of dogs. He began beating his hands back and forth against his sides. It was a serious matter to bare the trigger hand to sixty degrees below zero, and against that time he needed to develop all the warmth of which his flesh was capable. Тонг отди. Ҳаво совуқ ва очиқ. Моргансон, аёз олтмиш даражадан паст бўлмаса керак, деб тахмин қилди. Оғир қутб сукунатини сассизгина эпкин ҳам бузишга журъат этгани йўқ. Туйқус Моргансон қаддини ростлади. Солқиган оёқларини оғриқ хиппа бўғди. Йироқдан аллакимларнинг ҳайқириғи, итларнинг акиллаши элас-элас яқинлашарди. Моргансон қўлларини бели-биқини аралаш ура бошлади. Олтмиш даража совуқда тепкини босиш учун қўлқопни ечишнинг ўзи бўладими?
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.
When he fired the first man whirled half around and went down on the trail. In the instant of surprise, Morganson pulled the trigger on John Thompson--too low, for the latter staggered and sat down suddenly on the sled. Morganson raised his aim and fired again. John Thompson sank down backward along the top of the loaded sled. Гумбурлаган товуш янгради; олдиндаги одам сулайиб, оёғи осмондан бўлди. Моргансон ҳовлиқиб, Жон Томсонни нишонга олди. Бироқ ўқ ҳато кетди. Жон гандираклаб, чанага минди. Моргансон нишонни юқорироқ олиб, яна ўқ узди. Жон Томсон чалқанчасига ағанади.