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| 117. And We inspired Moses: “Throw your staff.” And at once, it swallowed what they were faking. | 117Биз Мусога: «Асонгни ташла», деб ваҳий юбордик. Бирдан у улар уйдираётган нарсани юта бошлади. |
| 195. Do they have feet with which they walk? Or do they have hands with which they strike? Or do they have eyes with which they see? Or do they have ears with which they hear? Say, “Call upon your partners, then plot against me, and do not wait.” | 194Албатта, сиз Аллоҳдан ўзга ибодат қилаётганлар ўзингизга ўхшаш бандалардир. Агар ростгўй бўлсангиз, уларни чақириб кўринг, бас, сизга жавоб берсинларчи! |
| Article 14. Basis for withdrawal of banking license issued for conducting banking operations | 14-модда. Банк операцияларини амалга ошириш учун берилган лицензияни чақириб олиш асослари |
| They walked up the road together to the old man's shack and went in through its open door. | Улар йўлдан чолнинг кулбасига кўтарилдилар ва ланг очиқ эшикдан ичкарига киришди. |
| The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it. | Чол мачта ва унга ўралган елканини деворга суяди, бола эса, қўлидаги нарсаларни унинг ёнига қўйди. |
| On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre. | Унинг текислаб қуритилган толасимон япроқлардан бўлган жигар ранг деворларини Тангри қалби ва Santa Maria del Cobre нинг рангдор олеаграфия билан ишланган тасвири безаб турар эди. |
| Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it | Қачонлардир деворда хотинининг рангдор сурати ҳам осиғлиқ турарди, аммо, кейин чол уни бекитиб қўйди, чунки кўзи тушса жуда-жуда эзилиб кетарди. |
| Thus, designing the Eternal City ensemble, the plot of the fresco, preserved on the wall of ancient Afrosiab depicting the ceremony of receiving the ambassadors from Korea, China, India and other countries by the Sogdian ruler, was used. | Масалан, “Боқий шаҳар” мажмуаси безакларида қадимий Афросиёб деворларида сақланиб қолган Сўғд давлати ҳукмдорининг Корея, Хитой, Ҳиндистон ва бошқа мамлакатлар элчиларини қабул қилиш маросими тасвирларидан фойдаландик. |
| But Afghans also know that Kabul’s long and vibrant history gives it breath beyond the headlines. A city buffeted for centuries by epochal events tells its own story. It's written in the stones of ancient bastions and the cement of modern blast walls, and drawn in exquisite palaces, in boxy Soviet-style blocks, and in the gargantuan villas nicknamed “poppy palaces”, for the profits amassed in the lucrative heroin trade, and through hefty US military contracts. | Аммо афғонлар Кобулнинг узоқ ва ранг-баранг тарихи ОАВ сарлавҳалардан кўра кўпроқ маълумот беришини ҳам билади. Асрлар давомида ўз даври воқеаларидан ларзага келган шаҳар ҳам ўз тарихини ҳикоя қилади. Бу ҳикоя сердаромад героин савдосидан ва АҚШнинг улкан ҳарбий шартномалари орқали тўпланган маблағ эвазига қурилган "кўкнори саройлари" дея аталмиш виллаларга, қадимги қалъа тошларию замонавий бетон ҳимоя деворларига, нафис саройлару совет услубидаги кўп қаватли квадрат уйларга битилган. |
| “And hundreds of splendid suns hide behind her walls.” | Ва унинг деворлари ортида яширин юзлаб ажойиб қуёшни." |
| Kabul’s money exchange, tucked inside the ancient labyrinth of the old city, buzzes like a stock market. This hub of one-stop financial services has become even more indispensable in the current cash crisis and the strict cap on weekly withdrawals from banks. The Taliban have now announced a ban on the use of foreign currency. It’s been the lifeblood of this economy. | Эски шаҳарнинг қадимий лабиринтида жойлашган валюта айирбошлаш бозори худди биржадаги каби суронли. Ушбу универсал молиявий хизматлар маркази ҳозирги нақд пул инқирози ва банклардан ҳар ҳафта пул ечиб олиш бўйича қатъий чекловлар боис янада аҳамиятли жойга айланди. Толибон хорижий валютадан фойдаланишни тақиқлаганини эълон қилди. Хорижий валюта иқтисодиётнинг қони эди. |
| Brilliant yellow and blue lovebirds chirp and cuddle in the crumbling old city of Kabul - no matter who rules the roost. Lilting birdsong has infused this meandering lane of mud-walled shops, festooned with cages of wire or wood, for the past four centuries - a wonderful antidote to the worries of war. | Ёрқин кўк ва сариқ рангли тўтилар вайронага айланган эски Кобул шаҳрида чуғурлаб бир бирига суркалади - қўноқни ким бошқариши аҳамиятсиз уларга. Қушларнинг оҳангдор қўшиғи тўрт аср давомида сим ва чўпдан ясалган қафаслар илинган бу лой деворли дўконларни тўлдириб келган - уруш андуҳларига қарши яхши малҳам. |
| Our task is to strictly implement our model of progress and renewal based on the accumulated experience and advanced international practice. In this respect, in order to achieve the near and mid-term objectives, we need to act with a resolve. | Бизнинг вазифамиз – тўпланган тажриба ва илғор халқаро амалиётга суянган ҳолда, ўзимизнинг тараққиёт ва янгиланиш моделимизни қатъий амалга оширишдан иборат. Шу борада яқин ва ўрта муддатга белгиланган марраларга эришиш учун қатъият билан ҳаракат қилишимиз зарур. |
| At the end of half-an-hour, Morganson said good-bye and left the saloon. He put his galled shoulder to the haul-rope and took the river-trail south. An hour later he halted. An inviting swale left the river and led off to the right at an acute angle. He left his sled and limped up the swale for half a mile. Between him and the river was three hundred yards of flat ground covered with cottonwoods. He crossed the cottonwoods to the bank of the Yukon. The trail went by just beneath, but he did not descend to it. South toward Selkirk he could see the trail widen its sunken length through the snow for over a mile. But to the north, in the direction of Minto, a tree-covered out-jut in the bank a quarter of a mile away screened the trail from him. | Ярим соат ўтгач, Моргансон қовоқхона соҳиби билан хайр-хўшлашиб,йўлга чиқди. Қийилиб кетган елкасига арқонни ташлаб, дарё ўзани бўйлаб югургилаб чўзилган чана изидан жануб томон юрди. Бир соат ўтар-ўтмас тўхтади. Ўнгдан дарёга кичкина дара туташганди. Моргансон чаналарни тўхтатиб, оқсоқлана-оқсоқлана дара бўйлаб ярим милча юрди. Бу ердан дарёгача уч юз ярд бор экан. Олдинда тераклар қоплаган тубанлик. Моргансон теракзор оралаб Юкон дарёси томон юрди. Йўл қарийб дарё ёқасигача чўзилган экан. Моргансон у ёққа тушиб ўтирмади. Селкеркка кетаверишдаги қор босган жанубий йўл чаналар изига тўлиб кетган, олдинда яна бир чақиримча масофа кўзга ташланарди. Шимолий, Минто йўналишидаги йўлни эса тахминан чорак милгача ўрмон қоплаб олганди. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| The next morning circumstance eased its grip on him. As he started to come out of the tent he saw a huge bull-moose crossing the swale some four hundred yards away. Morganson felt a surge and bound of the blood in him, and then went unaccountably weak. A nausea overpowered him, and he was compelled to sit down a moment to recover. Then he reached for his rifle and took careful aim. The first shot was a hit: he knew it; but the moose turned and broke for the wooded hillside that came down to the swale. Morganson pumped bullets wildly among the trees and brush at the fleeing animal, until it dawned upon him that he was exhausting the ammunition he needed for the sled-load of life for which he waited. | Эртасига тақдир унга мурувват кўрсатди. Тонг саҳар кулбадан чиқибоқ тўрт юз ярд нарида юрган буғуга кўзи тушди. Моргансон илкис томирларида қон тезоблик билан югургилаётганини ҳис этди. Кейин эса вужудини тушуниксиз мадорсизлик эгаллади, томоғи қақраб кетди. Ўзига келиб олиш учун бир зумга қорга ётиб олди. Кейин милтиқни тўғрилаб, буғуни аста мўлжалга олди. Биринчи ўқ нишонга тегди, бунга ишончи комил. Бироқ буғу юқорига, тепалик томон чопиб кетди. Моргансон ғазабланиб, дарахтлар орасида лип-лип кўзга ташланаётган ҳайвоннинг ортидан кетма-кет ўқ узаверди. Бу ҳол токи у ҳаёт-мамоти учун зарур бўлган ўқларни ҳавога учираётганини англамагунча давом этди. |
| Morganson mastered his drunkenness long enough to swallow the whisky, say good night, and get out on the trail. It was moonlight, and he hobbled along through the bright, silvery quiet, with a vision of life before him that took the form of a roll of hundred-dollar bills. | Моргансон мастлигини ошкор этмай хайрлашиб, йўлга чиқишга ўзида ирода топа билди. Ойдин кеча. У кумуш сукунат ичра юз долларлик даста пулга эврилган тириклик ва ҳаёт хаёлотида кетиб борарди. |
| 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. |