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Neither, as he said himself, was he averse to the bottle, that is, as we say in Russia, that his passion was drink. Яна (ўзининг айтишича) шишанинг ҳам душмани эмасди, яьни (русча айтганда) бир қўлтум ортиқроқ ютишни яхши кўрарди.
But, as in our house the wine only appeared at table, and then only in _liqueur_ glasses, and as on these occasions it somehow never came to the turn of the "_outchitel_" to be served at all, my Beaupré soon accustomed himself to the Russian brandy, and ended by even preferring it to all the wines of his native country as much better for the stomach.  Бизникида вино фақат овқат маҳалида ва шунда ҳам бир рюмкадангина берилган ва кўпинча муаллимларга берилмагани учун менинг Бопрем ҳадемай рус арағига ҳам мижоз бўлиб қолди, ҳатто бу арақни меьдага фойдалироқ ҳисоблаб, ўз юртининг виносидан ҳам аълороқ кўрадиган бўлди.
We became great friends, and though, according to the contract, he had engaged himself to teach me _French, German, and all the sciences_, he liked better learning of me to chatter Russian indifferently. Each of us busied himself with our own affairs; our friendship was firm, and I did not wish for a better mentor. Биз тез фурсатда иноқ бўлиб кетдик, гарчи шартномага кўра, у менга франсўз, немис тиллари ва бошқа илмларни ўргатишни ўз устига олган бўлсада, лекин мендан тез орада унча-мунча русча ўрганиб олишни афзалроқ кўрди, кейин ҳар қайсимиз ўз ишимиз билан машғул бўлавердик. Биз жуда қалин бўлиб кетдик. Менга бошқа домланинг кераги ҳам йўқ эди.
He was answered humbly that the "_moussié_" was giving me a lesson. Мусье ўғлингизга дарс бераётибди дейишибди.
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.
  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.
My father pulled him up by the collar of his coat, kicked him out of the room, and dismissed him the same day, to the inexpressible joy of Savéliitch. Отам уни ёқасидан ушлаб каравотдан турғизди-да, эшикдан улоқтириб юборди ва шу куннинг ўзидаёқ, Савельичнинг бахтига, уни уйдан ҳайдади.
  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 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.
 "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 thought of a coming separation made such an impression on my mother that she dropped her spoon into her saucepan, and her eyes filled with tears.  Тез фурсатда мендан айрилиб қолишини эшитиб, онам шундай ҳанг –манг бўлдики, қўлидаги қошиқ кастрюлга тушиб кетди, кўзидан дув-дув ёш тўкилди.
As for me, it is difficult to express the joy which took possession of me. Мен, аксинча, тасвир этиб бўлмайдиган даражада севиндим.
No, he shall serve with the army, he shall smell powder, he shall become a soldier and not an idler of the Guard, he shall wear out the straps of his knapsack. Where is his commission? Give it to me."  Йўқ, аскар бўлиб хизмат қилсин, аскарлик жабдуғини кўтарсин, порох ҳидини ҳидласин, солдат бўлсин, такасалтанг эмас!. Гвардияга ёздирилган эмиш!. Қани унинг паспорти?. Менга бер.
My mother went to find my commission, which she kept in a box with my christening clothes, and gave it to my father with, a trembling hand.  Онам болалигимда кийгизиб чўқинтирилган куйлагим турган турган сандиқчасини титиб, паспортимни топди ва қўли қалтираб отамга узатди.
 Curiosity pricked me.  "Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to Petersburg?"  I never took my eyes off my father's pen as it travelled slowly over the paper.  Петурбургга юбормаса қаёққа юборар экан? Шуни билиш орзуси мени қийнар эди. Икки кўзим отамнинг имиллаб қимирлаётган перосида эди.
At last he finished his letter, put it with my commission into the same cover, took off his spectacles, called me, and said--  "This letter is addressed to Andréj Karlovitch R., my old friend and comrade. Оқибат хат битди. Отам уни паспорт билан бир конвертга солди, кўзойнагини олиб, мени ёнига чақирди ва:”Мана сенга хат, буни менинг қадрдон ўртоғим ва дўстим Андрей Карлович Р. га бер.
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!
  My parents gave me their blessing, and my father said to me-- "Good-bye, Petr'; serve faithfully he to whom you have sworn fidelity; obey your superiors; do not seek for favours; do not struggle after active service, but do not refuse it either, and remember the proverb, 'Take care of your coat while it is new, and of your honour while it is young. Ота-онам фотиҳа беришди. Отам хайрлашар экан: «Хайр, Пётр. Хизматини қилишга онт ичган кишингга сидқидил билан хизмат қил;бошлиқларнинг гапига қўлоқ сол; уларнинг ширин сўзларига учма; хизматда амал тама қилма;хизматдан қочма;кийимни янгилигидан, номусни ёшликдан эҳтиёт қил деган мақолни ҳамиша ёдингда тут”.