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According to Article 78 of our country’s Main Law, in modernizing the country, ensuring reforming and democratizing our society, the important place and responsibility was laid on the Legislative Chamber and the Senate of Oliy Majlis. Мамлакатимиз Асосий қонунининг 78-моддасига мувофиқ, мамлакатни модернизация қилиш, жамиятимизни ислоҳ этиш ва демократлаштиришни таъминлашда муҳим ўрин ва жавобгарлик Олий Мажлис Қонунчилик палатаси ва Сенатига юкланган.
It is well-known that one of our priority tasks in the sphere of economy is to further consolidate the economic ties with foreign states and further enhance the international prestige of Uzbekistan through broadly propagating its economic capabilities abroad, accelerate the attraction of investments and further developing the sphere of tourism. Маълумки, мамлакатимизнинг чет давлатлар билан иқтисодий алоқаларини янада мустаҳкамлаш ва хорижда республикамизнинг иқтисодий имкониятларини кенг тарғиб қилиш орқали унинг халқаро нуфузини янада ошириш, инвестицияларни жалб қилишни жадаллаштириш, туризм соҳасини янада ривожлантириш иқтисодий соҳадаги устувор вазифаларимиздан бири ҳисобланади.
The time has come to put an end to such incorrect distribution of labor. Each state employee must clearly know his duties and obligations, simply speaking, to be able to cope with his responsibilities. Бундай нотўғри иш тақсимотига мутлақо чек қўйишнинг вақти етди. Ҳар бир давлат хизматчиси ўзининг бурчи ва мажбуриятини аниқ-равшан билиши, содда қилиб айтганда, ўз аравасини ўзи тортиши лозим.
In this a special attention must be paid to training the skilled cadres for the regional governance bodies, above all, for the governors’ and mayor’s offices of districts and cities. For this purpose, the scientific and practical potential and capabilities of 6 academies, the Scientific-Education Center of Corporate Management at the Cabinet of Ministers along with educational institutions must be more actively mobilized. Бу борада ҳудудий бошқарув органлари, энг аввало, мамлакатимиз туман ва шаҳарлари ҳокимликлари учун малакали кадрлар тайёрлашга алоҳида эътибор қаратиш зарур. Бунинг учун олий таълим муассасалари тизими билан бирга, мамлакатимиздаги 6 та академия, Вазирлар Маҳкамаси ҳузуридаги Корпоратив бошқарув илмий-таълим маркази каби ташкилотларнинг илмий-амалий салоҳияти ва имкониятларини янада фаол сафарбар этиш даркор.
I wish all of you a sound health, happiness and success, peace and tranquility, plenty and abundance to your homes. Барчангизга мустаҳкам соғлиқ, бахт ва омад, хонадонларингизга тинчлик-хотиржамлик, файзу барака тилайман.
Nominated by various political parties and public associations, they shied away from directly criticizing the race favorite and in some cases even spoke in favor of Toqaev's policies. Турли сиёсий партиялар ва жамоат бирлашмалари томонидан номзод қилиб кўрсатилган бу шахслар Тоқаевни тўғридан-тўғри танқид қилишдан ўзларини тийдилар. Баъзи ҳолларда улар ҳатто Тоқаев сиёсатини ёқлаб чиқишди.
In a preelection interview with RFE/RL’s Kazakh Service, political scientist Dosym Satpaev called this clause “a filter” introduced by first President Nursultan Nazarbaev “to control the electoral process and its participants.” Сиёсатшунос Дўсим Сатпаев Озодлик радиоси қозоқ хизмати билан суҳбатда мазкур қонунни биринчи президент Нурсултон Назарбоев киритган «фильтр» деб атаганди. Унинг сўзларига кўра, бу қоида «сайлов жараёни ва унинг иштирокчиларини назорат қилиш учун» ўйлаб топилган.
The build-up to the vote was marked by preventative arrests targeting political activists who were planning election day demonstrations, with at least six sentenced to administrative detention of up to 15 days. Сайлов арафасида сайлов куни намойиш ўтказишни режалаштирган сиёсий фаоллар ҳибсга олинди. Камида олти одам 15 суткагача қамоққа ҳукм қилинди.
Former President Nazarbaev has made few public appearances since the January events, which saw the 82-year-old’s relatives shed powerful and lucrative positions as an elite schism was laid bare. Собиқ президент Назарбоев январь воқеаларидан кейин камнамо бўлиб қолди. Январдаги тартибсизликлар ортидан 82 ёшли собиқ президентнинг қариндошлари қудратли ва даромадли лавозимлардан маҳрум бўлдилар.
Seven Years -- A Long Time In Politics Етти йил – сиёсатда узоқ вақт

It was the last of Morganson's bacon. In all his life he had never pampered his stomach. In fact, his stomach had been a sort of negligible quantity that bothered him little, and about which he thought less. But now, in the long absence of wonted delights, the keen yearning of his stomach was tickled hugely by the sharp, salty bacon.

Моргансоннинг томоғидан сўнгги бекон* тишлами саримойдай ўтиб кетди. У ҳаётида бирор маротаба ошқозонини бундай сийламаганди. Ошқозон Моргансон учун эътибордан холи ва уни кам безовта қилувчи нарса эди, ўзи ҳам ошқозон масаласида кўпам қайғуравермасди. Лекин ҳозир узоқ очликдан сўнг тузланган бекон бўлаги нафсини қондирди.

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.
But he did not mind. He was glad that the sled had not passed before the coming of the moose. The moose had changed his plans. Its meat was worth fifty cents a pound, and he was but little more than three miles from Minto. He need no longer wait for the sled-load of life. The moose was the sled-load of life. He would sell it. He would buy a couple of dogs at Minto, some food and some tobacco, and the dogs would haul him south along the trail to the sea, the sun, and civilisation. Лекин у аза тутиб ўтирмади. Чаналар аввалроқ ўтиб кетмаганидан хурсанд эди: буғу режаларини ўзгартириб юборди. Бир қадоқ гўшт эллик цент туради, Минтогача эса уч чақиримдан зиёдроқ йўлни босиб ўтиши керак. Энди ноз-неъматлар ортилган чаналарни кутиб ўтиришга ҳожат йўқ: буғу уларнинг ўрнини боса олади. У гўштни сотиб, Минтода бир нечта ит, егулик ва тамаки харид қилади ҳамда итлар уни жанубга – денгиз, серқуёш ўлкалар, тамаддун ўчоғи томон олиб кетади.
He felt hungry. The dull, monotonous ache of hunger had now become a sharp and insistent pang. He hobbled back to the tent and fried a slice of meat. After that he smoked two whole pipefuls of dried tea leaves. Then he fried another slice of moose. He was aware of an unwonted glow of strength, and went out and chopped some firewood. He followed that up with a slice of meat. Teased on by the food, his hunger grew into an inflammation. It became imperative every little while to fry a slice of meat. He tried smaller slices and found himself frying oftener. Ошқозони боз сурнай чала бошлади. Муттасил давом этаётган золим очлик чидаб бўлмас майлга айланди. Қўналғасига етиб келди-ю бир бўлак гўштни қовуриб еб олди, кейин қуруқшаган шамадан тўлдириб, нақ икки марта мундштук бурқситди ва яна бир парча гўштни паққос туширди. Сўнг ўзида ғайриоддий куч-қувватни ҳис қилди. Ташқарига чиқиб шох-шабба йиғиб келди. Шундан кейин яна гўшт бўлагидан баҳраманд бўлди. Гўшт нафсини қитиқлар, егани сари иштаҳаси очиларди. Моргансон ўзини тия олмас – дам-бадам гўштга қўл узатарди. Кичикроқ бўлакни кесмоқчи бўлар, лекин қўллари ўзига бўйсунмасди.
Once in the tent, he proceeded to indulge in a prolonged and solitary orgy. He did not need friends. His stomach and he were company. Slice after slice and many slices of meat he fried and ate. He ate pounds of the meat. He brewed real tea, and brewed it strong. He brewed the last he had. It did not matter. On the morrow he would be buying tea in Minto. When it seemed he could eat no more, he smoked. He smoked all his stock of dried tea leaves. What of it? On the morrow he would be smoking tobacco. He knocked out his pipe, fried a final slice, and went to bed. He had eaten so much he seemed bursting, yet he got out of his blankets and had just one more mouthful of meat. Чодирга қайтиб, ўзининг ёлғизликдаги базми жамшидини давом эттирди. Ҳамтовоқларга муҳтожлик сезмасди: ўзи-ю ошқозони – бор- йўқ улфатлар шугина. У гўштни бўлаклаб, қадоқлаб еб битирарди. Аччиққина қилиб чой дамлади. Бу сўнгги қуруқ чой эди. Ҳечқиси йўқ, эртага Минтодан сотиб олаверади. Сўнгги шамани ҳам чекиб тугатди. Нима бўпти! Эртага қўлида асл тамаки бўлади. Охирида бир парча гўштни тановул қилиб, ухлашга ётди. У шунчалар кам гўшт едики, гўё кўп еса, қорни ёрилиб кетадигандай эди. Аммо барибир устидаги адёлни ирғитиб ташлаб, яна кавшанишга тушди.
He awoke. It was dark, and he was in his blankets. He had gone to bed in his moccasins and mittens, with the flaps of his cap pulled down over his ears. He got up as quickly as his crippled condition would permit, and built the fire and boiled some water. As he put the spruce-twigs into the teapot he noted the first glimmer of the pale morning light. He caught up his rifle and hobbled in a panic out to the bank. As he crouched and waited, it came to him that he had forgotten to drink his spruce tea. The only other thought in his mind was the possibility of John Thompson changing his mind and not travelling Christmas Day. Моргансон уйғониб кетди. Ҳали тун қора пардасини йиғиштирмабди. У эгни-бошини ечмаёқ қотиб қолган экан. Дик этиб ўрнидан туриб, олов ёқиб, сув қайнатди. Декчага қарағай игнабаргидан сепаётиб субҳнинг илк оқиштоб шуълаларини пайқади-ю, милтиғини олиб, қирғоқ томон шошди. Пистирмага ўрнашиб олгандагина шифобахш дамламасидан ичмагани эсига тушди. Хаёлига, Жон Томсон Рождествонинг биринчи кунида йўлга чиқса керак, деган ўй келди.
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.
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.
"I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember always your duty of enmity towards Man and all his ways. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal. All animals are equal. — Мен яна озгина нарсани қўшимча қиламан, холос. Мен такрор айтаман: ёдда сақланг, сизнинг мажбуриятингиз — одамларга ва уларнинг ҳар қандай ташаббусларига қарши курашишдир. Икки оёқда юрадиган ҳар бир жон — ғаним. Тўртта оёғи ёки қаноти бор ҳар бир жон — дўст. Яна шуни ёдда тутингки, инсон билан курашда ҳам биз ҳеч вақт унга ўхшашимиз мумкин эмас. Ҳатто ғалаба қилганимизда ҳам инсон яратган ҳамма нарсани рад этамиз. Ҳеч бир ҳайвон уйда яшамаслиги, тўшакда ухламаслиги, кийим киймаслиги, ароқ ичмаслиги, тамаки чекмаслиги, пулга қўл теккизмаслиги ва савдогарлик қилмаслиги керак. Инсоннинг ҳамма одатлари — ёвузликдир! Бундан ташқари, ҳеч бир жонивор ўз қардошларига зулм қилмасин. Заифмизми ёки кучлимизми, ақллимизми ёки ахмоқмизми — ҳаммамиз биродарлармиз! Бирор-бир жонивор бошқа жониворларни ўлдириши мумкин эмас. Ҳамма ҳайвонлар тенгдир.
ensure verification of the actual availability of tangible and (or) other property contributed as collateral for the purpose of the initial placement of secured tokens. таъминланган токенларни дастлабки таклифини жойлаштириш мақсадида уларни таъминлаш учун киритилган моддий ва (ёки) бошқа мулкнинг ҳақиқатда мавжудлигини текширувдан ўтказишга мажбур.