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All of us well understand that more enormous tasks are awaiting us. We will build the great future of our Motherland along with you, my dear compatriots. Together with our brave and noble people we will certainly achieve our set goals. Ҳозирги вақтда олдимизда нақадар улкан вазифалар турганини барчамиз яхши тушунамиз. Биз Ватанимизнинг буюк келажагини сиз, азизлар билан, мард ва олижаноб халқимиз билан биргаликда барпо этамиз, кўзлаган мақсадларимизга албатта эришамиз.

"He was a great manager," the boy said. "My father thinks he was the greatest."

"Because he came here the most times," the old man said. 'If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager."

— У улуғ тренер эди,— деди бола.— Отам, у бутун дунёда энг улуғ тренер бўлган дейди.

— Уни бошқалардан кўпроқ кўргани учун шундай дейди. Агар Дюроше ҳам биз томонларга ҳар йили келиб турганда, отанг уни ҳам дунёда энг улуғ тренер, деб мақтаган бўларди.

"There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say."

"I may not be as strong as I think/' the old man said. "But I know many tricks and I have resolution."

— Ҳақиқатан ҳам аввалги кучинг бўлса, дунёда сен эплолмайдиган балиқ топилмаса керак.

— Балки, илгариги кучим қолмагандир. Лекин менда ғайрат бор, чидамим ҳам етарли.

Kazakhstan’s government argues that police only shut down unsanctioned protests, and that, thanks to a law passed in 2020, protest organizers need only notify authorities about their intent to hold demonstrations in advance. Қозоғистон ҳукуматининг таъкидлашича, полиция фақат рухсат берилмаган намойишларни тарқатмоқда. 2020 йилда қабул қилинган қонунга биноан, намойиш ташкилотчилари расмийларни олдиндан хабардор қилишлари керак.
Monitors will face fresh restrictions next year, when parliamentary elections are expected to be held, thanks to legislative tweaks raising the barriers for accreditation that will enter force on January 1. Қозоғистонда кейинги йил парламент сайловлари бўлиб ўтади. 1 январдан кучга кирадиган янги қонунлар туфайли сайлов кузатувчилари янада кўпроқ тўсиқларга дучор бўлишларини кутиш мумкин.

His face had a wistful, hungry expression. The cheeks were hollow, and the skin seemed stretched a trifle tightly across the cheek-bones. His pale blue eyes were troubled. There was that in them that showed the haunting imminence of something terrible. Doubt was in them, and anxiety and foreboding. The thin lips were thinner than they were made to be, and they seemed to hunger towards the polished frying-pan.

Очликдаги кўриниш Моргансоннинг юзини тарк этадиганга ўхшамасди, афт-ангори сўлиб, ёноқ суяклари туртиб чиққанди. Нурсиз мовий кўзлари жавдирар; уларда ночорлик олдидаги қўрқув намоён эди. Нигоҳида ёқимсиз кўнгилсизликлар, иккиланиш, ваҳима сезилиб турарди. Табиатан юпқа лаблари яна бир қават пўст бойлаганди.
In the morning, as soon as he got up, he drew on his mittens, pulled the flaps of his cap down over his ears, and crossed through the cottonwoods to the Yukon. He took his rifle with him. As before, he did not descend the bank. He watched the empty trail for an hour, beating his hands and stamping his feet to keep up the circulation, then returned to the tent for breakfast. There was little tea left in the canister--half a dozen drawings at most; but so meagre a pinch did he put in the teapot that he bade fair to extend the lifetime of the tea indefinitely. His entire food supply consisted of half-a-sack of flour and a part-full can of baking powder. He made biscuits, and ate them slowly, chewing each mouthful with infinite relish. When he had had three he called a halt. He debated a while, reached for another biscuit, then hesitated. He turned to the part sack of flour, lifted it, and judged its weight. "I'm good for a couple of weeks," he spoke aloud. "Maybe three," he added, as he put the biscuits away. Субҳи содиқда Моргансон қўлқопини кийиб, қулоқчинини бостириб, Юкон томон йўл солди. Елкасида милтиқ. Бугун ҳам пастга тушмади. Нақ бир соат кимсасиз йўлни кузатди, қизиш мақсадида депсиниб, кафтини кафтига уриб турди. Кейин нонушта қилгани чодирга қайтиб келди. Тунука қутидаги қуруқ чой ҳам оз қолибди, беш дамламга етади. Декчасига бир чимдимгина чой ташлади. Бор-йўқ озиқ-овқат захираси ярим қопчиқ ун-у оғзи очилган қутидаги хамиртурушдан иборат эди. Моргансон печ устида нон пишириб, шошмасдан нонуштага ўтирди. Ҳар бир луқмадан лаззатланиб тановул қилди. Учта нонни паққос тушириб, тўртинчисига қўл чўзди-ю иккиланиб қолди; қопчиқни кўтариб салмоқлаб кўрди. “Икки ҳафтага етади”, – деди овоз чиқариб ўзига ўзи. Кулчаларни нарироқ суриб: “Балки, уч ҳафтага ҳам етар”, деб қўшиб қўйди.
He never descended to the trail. A man travelling the trail could have no knowledge of his lurking presence on the bank above. The snow surface was unbroken. There was no place where his tracks left the main trail. Моргансон сира пастга тушмасди. Йўлда кетаётган кишининг қирғоқ юқорисида аллаким беркиниб олиб, уни кузатаётгани хаёлига ҳам келмасди. Оппоқ қор кўрпаси ҳали юмшоққина эди. Чана излари ҳеч ерда йўлдан четга чиқмаганди.
Then there came a cold snap. The temperature went down and down--forty, fifty, sixty degrees below zero. He had no thermometer, but this he knew by the signs and natural phenomena understood by all men in that country--the crackling of water thrown on the snow, the swift sharpness of the bite of the frost, and the rapidity with which his breath froze and coated the canvas walls and roof of the tent. Vainly he fought the cold and strove to maintain his watch on the bank. In his weak condition he was an easy prey, and the frost sank its teeth deep into him before he fled away to the tent and crouched by the fire. His nose and cheeks were frozen and turned black, and his left thumb had frozen inside the mitten. He concluded that he would escape with the loss of the first joint. Аямажиз бирдан теварак-атрофни исканжага олди – ҳаво қирқ, эллик, олтмиш даража нолдан пастга тушиб кетди. Гарчи Моргансонда термометр бўлмаса-да, бу ўлкаларда муқим яшовчилар каби у ҳам ҳаво ҳароратини теваракдаги аломатларга қараб аниқлай оларди – сувни қорга сепганингда вишиллашидан, изғириннинг бутун баданингга ниш санчишидан ёхуд иланг-биланг ўрлаётган ҳовурнинг шитоб-ла музга айланишидан, баъзан қиров сингари чодирнинг дағал матодан тикилган деворларига инишидан. Қирғоқ юқорисидаги пойлоқчилигини ташламай у аёз билан бесамар олишарди. Совуқ унинг вужудига қилич тишларини ботириб олаётганди. Бурни ва ёноқлари совуқдан қорайиб кетди, сўл панжаси бошмалдоғининг биринчи бўғимидан воз кечавериш лозимлигини қўлқопни ечмаёқ тушуниб етди.
When he had finished he selected a piece of meat weighing a hundred pounds, and started to drag it down to the tent. But the snow was soft, and it was too much for him. He exchanged it for a twenty-pound piece, and, with many pauses to rest, succeeded in getting it to the tent. He fried some of the meat, but ate sparingly. Then, and automatically, he went out to his crouching place on the bank. There were sled-tracks in the fresh snow on the trail. The sled-load of life had passed by while he had been cutting up the moose. Гўштни бир ёқлик қилгач, юз қадоқ вазнли бўлагини танлаб олиб, чодир томон судраб кетмоқчи бўлди. Аммо бунинг уддасидан чиқолмади. Шунда йигирма қадоқлигини танлаб олди-да, тўхтамасдан чодирга судраб олиб келди. Бир парча гўштни қовуриб, нафсини қондирди. Кейин эса беихтиёр оёқлари ўзининг постига бошлаб кетди. Қорда янги излар пайдо бўлибди: буғу билан андармонлигида чаналар ўтган кўринади.
The way of the disaster was clear to him. The wolves had scented his cache. One of them had leapt from the trunk of the fallen tree to the top of the cache. He could see marks of the brute's paws in the snow that covered the trunk. He had not dreamt a wolf could leap so far. A second had followed the first, and a third and fourth, until the flimsy scaffold had gone down under their weight and movement. Моргансон фалокат қандай юз берганинин тахмин қилди. Бўрилар гўшт исини олишган. Улардан бири тахтасупага ўзини отган. Моргансон бу сўйлоқтишлар шунчалик баландга сакрай олишини хаёлига ҳам келтирмаганди. Бўрилар бирин-кетин сакрайверишган ва натижада шундоғам омонот турган тахтасупа қулаб тушган.
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.
Thanks to the meat he felt stronger, though his scurvy was worse and more painful. He now lived upon soup, drinking endless gallons of the thin product of the boiling of the moose bones. The soup grew thinner and thinner as he cracked the bones and boiled them over and over; but the hot water with the essence of the meat in it was good for him, and he was more vigorous than he had been previous to the shooting of the moose. Гўшт уни оёққа турғизган бўлса-да, касаллик бутун вужудини сиқувга ола бошлаганди. Бундан кейин қуруқ суякнинг ўзидан қайнатма шўрва тайёрлаб, тирикчилик қилишни ўрганиб олди. Суякларни янчиб, яна ва яна қайнатаверди. Айниқса, гўштли қайнатма жонига оро кирди. Ўша, буғуни отган кундан буён анча-мунча эт олди.
The action of the two glasses of whisky on Morganson's empty stomach and weak condition was rapid. The next he knew he was sitting by the stove on a box, and it seemed as though ages had passed. A tall, broad-shouldered, black-whiskered man was paying for drinks. Morganson's swimming eyes saw him drawing a greenback from a fat roll, and Morganson's swimming eyes cleared on the instant. They were hundred-dollar bills. It was life! His life! He felt an almost irresistible impulse to snatch the money and dash madly out into the night. Оч қоринга ичилган икки стакан виски заиф танада шу заҳоти ўз ишини кўрсатди. Моргансон ҳушига келганда печ ёнидаги яшикда ўтирган эди. Орадан бир аср ўтиб кетгандай туюлди. Дароз, қорасоқол, яғриндор киши қовоқхона эгаси билан ҳисоб-китоб қилди. Моргансоннинг кўз ўнгини туман қоплаган бўлса-да, қорасоқол қалингина пул дастасидан биттасини ажратиб олганини кўрди. Туман бир зумга тарқади. Бу юз долларлик пуллар эди. Ҳаёт! Унинг ҳаёти! У пулларга чанг солиб, қоронғу бурчакка отилишдек енгиб бўлмас истакни туйди.
Especially remarkable to Morganson was the extreme pallor of the Swede, who the preceding night had been so ruddy-faced. Now his face was like white marble. What with his fair hair and lashes he looked like a carved statue rather than something that had been a man a few minutes before. Morganson pulled off his mittens and searched the body. There was no money-belt around the waist next to the skin, nor did he find a gold-sack. In a breast pocket he lit on a small wallet. With fingers that swiftly went numb with the frost, he hurried through the contents of the wallet. There were letters with foreign stamps and postmarks on them, and several receipts and memorandum accounts, and a letter of credit for eight hundred dollars. That was all. There was no money. Ҳаммасидан кўра Моргансонни шведнинг докадек оқарган афти ажаблантирди. Кечагина лоларзордек қип-қизил эди. Ҳозир эса мармар каби оппоқ. Оқ-сариқ сочлар ва киприклар мармар ҳайкалга муштараклик касб этмоқда. Бу одамни бир неча дақиқа илгари тирик юрганини тасаввур қилиш қийин. Моргансон жасадни тинтишга тушди. На пул чандилган белбоғ, на олтин тўла халта топилди. Парканинг* кўкрак чўнтагида чоғроқ кармон қаппайиб турибди. Ичидаги борини титкилаб кўрди – ажнабий муҳрли ва маркали мактуб, бир қанча квитанция, қандайдир ҳисоб- китоблар, маълумотномалар, саккиз юз долларга аккредитив… Бор-йўғи шу. Пулдан асар ҳам йўқ.
Now that he was down, Morganson was no longer afraid. He had a vision of himself being found dead in the snow, and for a while he wept in self-pity. But he was not afraid. The struggle had gone out of him. When he tried to open his eyes he found that the wet tears had frozen them shut. He did not try to brush the ice away. It did not matter. He had not dreamed death was so easy. He was even angry that he had struggled and suffered through so many weary weeks. He had been bullied and cheated by the fear of death. Death did not hurt. Every torment he had endured had been a torment of life. Life had defamed death. It was a cruel thing. Қорда узала тушиб ётган Моргансон ортиқ ҳеч нарсадан қўрқмасди. У ўзининг ўлик танасини қай йўсинда топиб олишларини тасаввур қилди. Хўрлиги келиб кўзидан ёш оқди. Лекин ваҳима уни тарк этганди. Жанг тугади. Кўзини очмоқчи бўлди. Аммо музлаб қолган киприкларини бир-биридан ажратолмади. Қайтиб кўзини очишга уринмади. Энди барибир эмасми?! Жон таслим қилиш бунчалик енгил кечади, деб ўйламаган экан. Азоб-уқубатларга тўла шунча умрини кураш ва қийноқда ўтказганига ўзидан аччиқланди. Ўлимни рўкач қилиб, уни лақиллатишибди. Ўлим ҳеч нарса эмас экан. Барча тортган азоблари ўлим деб аталмиш неъматни бошлаб келди. Ҳаёт ўлимга туҳмат қилди. Қандай бедодлик!
"And even the miserable lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young porkers who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the block within a year. To that horror we all must come—cows, pigs, hens, sheep, everyone. Even the horses and the dogs have no better fate. You, Boxer, the very day that those great muscles of yours lose their power, Jones will sell you to the knacker, who will cut your throat and boil you down for the foxhounds. As for the dogs, when they grow old and toothless, Jones ties a brick round their necks and drowns them in the nearest pond. Бизнинг шўрлик умримиз ҳам табиий йўл билан тугамайди. Мен ўзимни айтмаяпман, менинг омадим бор экан. Ўн икки ёшгача яшадим ва тўрт юзтадан зиёд чўчқачаларни туғдирдим. Бир чўчқа учун муносиб умр кўрдим. Аммо ҳеч бир ҳайвон умри охирида шафқатсиз пичоқдан қутилиб қололмайди. Мана, сиз, олдимда турган ёш чўчқачалар, — бир йил ўтмай, ҳаётларингизни анави шаҳар ташқарисидаги қассобхонада тугатасиз. Бундай даҳшатли тақдир ҳаммани кутади — сигирларни, чўчқаларни, товуқларни, қўйларни, ҳамма-ҳаммангизни кутади. Ҳатто отлар ва кўппакларга ҳам раҳм қилинмайди. Сенинг бақувват мускулларинг сенга хизмат қилолмайдиган ўша олис кун келади, Боксёр, ўшанда сени мистер Жонс тери шилувчига жўнатади, у эса сенинг гўштингдан итларга овқат тайёрлайди. Итларга келсак, улар қариб, тишлари ўтмаслашиб қолганда, мистер Жонс уларнинг бўйнига ғишт боғлаб, яқин атрофдаги ҳовузга чўктиради.
The singing of this song threw the animals into the wildest excitement. Almost before Major had reached the end, they had begun singing it for themselves. Even the stupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a few of the words, and as for the clever ones, such as the pigs and dogs, they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes. And then, after a few preliminary tries, the whole farm burst out into 'Beasts of England' in tremendous unison. The cows lowed it, the dogs whined it, the sheep bleated it, the horses whinnied it, the ducks quacked it. They were so delighted with the song that they sang it right through five times in succession, and might have continued singing it all night if they had not been interrupted. Бу қўшиқнинг биргаликда ижро этилиши барча ҳайвонларни ёввойи жунбушга келтирди. Майор охирги сўзни талаффуз қилиши билан, жониворлар қўшиқни қайтадан айта бошлашди. Иштирокчиларнинг энг анқовлари ҳам оҳангга тушиб олишди ва бир неча билган сўзларини илиб кетишди, энг ақлли бўлган чўчқалар ва итларга келсак, улар бир-икки дақиқада дарров қўшиқни дилларининг туб-тубидан куйлай бошлашди. Бир-бирларига мослашувга бир неча бор уринишдан сўнг — бутун молхона ҳайратли бир якдилликда “Англия жониворлари”ни баралла айта бошлади. Сигирлар қўшиқни маърашар, итлар ириллашар, қўйлар баърашар, сигирлар маърашар, отлар кишнар ва ўрдаклар ғақиллашарди. Улар шу қадар завқ билан куйлашардики, қўшиқ беш марта кетма-кет ижро этилди, ҳар гал аввалгисидан яхши эди, агар уларни узиб қўйишмаса — тун бўйи куйлашарди.
non-fungible token — a separate type of crypto-asset, not secured by tangible and (or) other property, certifying the owner's right to unique content (text, audiovisual, musical, photographic works, as well as works of fine art, etc.) in digital form; ўзаро ўзгармас токен — моддий ва (ёки) бошқа мулк билан таъминланмаган, мулкдорнинг рақамли шаклдаги ноёб контентга (матн, аудиовизуал, мусиқий, фотографик асарлар, шунингдек тасвирий санъат асарлари ва бошқалар) бўлган ҳуқуқини тасдиқловчи крипто-активнинг алоҳида тури;
ultimate beneficial owner of a crypto-exchange — an individual who directly or indirectly establishes a crypto-exchange or directly or indirectly owns or controls a person who directly or indirectly owns share(s) (stocks) in its charter fund (capital); крипто-биржанинг охирги бенефициар мулкдори — крипто-биржани бевосита ёки билвосита таъсис этувчи ёхуд унинг устав жамғармасидаги (капиталидаги) улушларига (акцияларига) бевосита ёки билвосита эгалик қилувчи ёхуд ушбу шахсга бевосита ёки билвосита эгалик қиладиган ёхуд уни назорат қиладиган жисмоний шахс;