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But Fate soon parted us, and it was through an event which I am going to relate. Бироқ тақдир бизни бир-биримиздан айирди, айрилишимизни сабаби бундай бўлди:
she, who did not at all like these kind of jokes, in her turn complained to my father, who, a man of hasty temperament, instantly sent for that _rascal of a Frenchman_. онам бунақа ишлар тўғрисида жуда қаттиққўл эди, отамга шикоят қилибди. Отамнинг жаҳли ёмон эди. у дарҳол шум франсузни чақиртирибди.
As for me, I was absorbed in a deeply interesting occupation.  Мен ўз ишим билан банд эдим.
I had at last resolved to make a kite of it, and, taking advantage of Beaupré's slumbers, I had set to work.  My father came in just at the very moment when I was tying a tail to the Cape of Good Hope. Мен шу қоғоздан варрак қилмоқчи бўлиб, Бопренинг уйқуда эканини ғанимат билиб, ишга киришган эдим. Варракни ясаб, Добрая Надежда бурнига энди дум боғлаётганимда отам кириб келди.
  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.
He was very fond of this book; he never read it except with great attention, and it had the power of upsetting his temper very much. Бу китоб унга ҳамма вақт зўр таъсир қиларди. Бу китобни у сира совуққонлик билан ўқий олмас, бу ўқиш ҳамиша унинг зардасини қайнатиб юборарди.
My mother, who knew all his whims and habits by heart, generally tried to keep the unlucky book hidden, so that sometimes whole months passed without the _Court Almanack_ falling beneath his eye. Унинг феъл-атворини яхши билган онам мудом бу китобни иложи борича панороқ ерга яширишга тиришар, отам баъзан ойлаб бу Сарой календарини кўрмасди.
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…
"All right," resumed my father; "it is time he should serve. 'This time he should cease running in and out of the maids' rooms and climbing into the dovecote."   -Хўп яхши –деди отам унинг сўзини бўлиб, -хизмат қиладиган вақти етибди. Оқсочлар бўлмасида югуриб-йўртгани, каптар бола тутгани бас.
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.
"Why do you wish me to write to Prince Banojik?"  "But you have just told us you are good enough to write to Petróusha's superior officer. "  "Well, what of that?"  "But Prince Banojik is Petróusha's superior officer. You know very well he is on the roll of the Séménofsky regiment."  "On the roll! What is it to me whether he be on the roll or no? Petróusha shall not go to Petersburg! What would he learn there? To spend money and commit follies. - Нега мен князь Б. га хат ёзар эканман?. - Ўзинг Петрушани бошлиғига хат ёзаман дединг-ку.  -Хуш, деган бўлсам нима? -Ахир Петрушани бошлиғи князь Б. -да. Петруша Семёнов полкига ёздирилган эди-ку. -Ёздирилган эмиш!. Ёздирилган бўлса менга нима?. Петруша Петербургга бормайди. Петербургда хизмат қилиб нима ўрганади?. Бекорга санқиш, лақиллашними?.
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.
My father read it with attention, laid it before him on the table, and began his letter. Отам паспортни диққат билан ўқиди, сўнгра олдига, стол устига қўйди-да, хат ёзишга киришди.
 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.

You are to go to Orenburg to serve under him."  All my brilliant expectations and high hopes vanished.

Сен Оренбургга, шу кишининг қўл остида хизмат қилишга борасан”, -деди. Шундай қилиб, порлоқ умидларим пучга чиқди.
Instead of the gay and lively life of Petersburg, I was doomed to a dull life in a far and wild country. Қувноқ Петурбург ҳаёти ўрнига мени узоқ ва чет ерда зерикиш, диққинафаслик кутарди.
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!

On the morning of the following day a travelling _kibitka_ stood before the hall door. There were packed in it a trunk and a box containing a tea service, and some napkins tied up full of rolls and little cakes, the last I should get of home pampering.

Эртасига эрталаб эшик олдига соябон арава келди; чемодан, чой анжомлари солинган сандиқча билан булка ва пироглар тугилган тугунча унга жойланди, булар уйдаги эркалигимнинг сўнгги аломатлари эди.