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The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him Чол болани балиқ овига ўргатган, шунинг учун ҳам бола уни яхши кўрарди.
"But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks" Эсингда борми, бир вақтлар роса саксон етти кун денгизга чиқиб, қуп-қуруқ қайтувдинг, кейин иккаламиз кетма-кет уч ҳафта кунига катта-катта балиқ ушлаб келтирганмиз.
On this great day, I once again congratulate our smart, strong-willed, brave and courageous sons and daughters, their parents, teachers and trainers, and wish them new victories and good luck. Ушбу улуғ айёмда мана шундай ақлли, иродаси мустаҳкам, мард ва жасур ўғил-қизларимизни, уларнинг ота-оналари, устоз-мураббийларини ўз номимдан, халқимиз номидан яна бир бор қутлаб, уларга янги зафар ва омадлар тилайман.
82. Let them laugh a little, and weep much; in recompense for what they used to earn. 82Бас, қилган касблари туфайли оз кулиб, кўп йиғласинлар.
Those who had caught sharks had taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting. Акула овлаб келган балиқчилар эса, уларни кўрфазнинг нариги қирғоғидаги заводга топширишарди. У ерда акулаларни блокларга осиб қўйиб, жигарларини суғуриб олишар, қанотларини кесиб, терисини шилишгандан сўнг, гўштини тузлашга паррак-паррак қилиб кесишарди.
The last 40 years of war never shut his shop. But business has all but stopped in the city's deepening cash crisis since mid-August. Урушнинг сўнгги 40 йилида у ҳеч қачон дўконини ёпмаган. Аммо август ойи ўрталаридан бери шаҳарда чуқурлашган молиявий инқироз туфайли бизнеси амалда тўхтаб қолди.
Our dear women, who are the priceless virtue of the Almighty Creator, dear mothers, kind spouses, cherished sisters, beloved daughters and grandchildren always care about us, boundlessly believe and render strength and assistance to us along the path of overcoming all barriers and achieving our objectives. Яратганнинг бебаҳо мўъжизаси бўлган азиз аёлларимиз, қадрли оналаримиз, меҳрибон рафиқаларимиз, мунис опа-сингилларимиз, севимли қизларимиз ва набираларимиз ҳаётда бизга барча тўсиқларни енгиб ўтиш, олдимизга қўйган мақсадларимизга эришиш йўлида доимо ғамхўрлик қилиб, ҳамиша чексиз ишонч, куч ва мадад берадилар.
"Kind of all in, I'd say," the other laughed sympathetically. "No dogs, no money, and the scurvy. I'd try spruce tea if I was you." – Вой, бояқиш-ей, – деди хайрихоҳлик билан қовоқхона эгаси, – на итларинг, на ақчанг бор, бунинг устига зангила ҳам орттирволгансан. Сенинг ўрнингда бўлсам игнабарг дамламасидан босиб-босиб ичардим.
Each day grew colder. Four biscuits could not keep up the heat of his body, despite the quantities of hot spruce tea he drank, and he increased his allowance, morning and evening, to three biscuits. In the middle of the day he ate nothing, contenting himself with several cups of excessively weak real tea. This programme became routine. In the morning three biscuits, at noon real tea, and at night three biscuits. In between he drank spruce tea for his scurvy. He caught himself making larger biscuits, and after a severe struggle with himself went back to the old size. Кундан-кун совуқ забтига ола бошлади. Гарчи Моргансон босиб-босиб игнабарг дамламасидан ичса-да, эндиликда тўрт дона кулча билан бўш қоп тик турмасди. Кунлик тановулдаги кулчаларни олтитага кўпайтиришига тўғри келди – учтаси саҳарликда, учтаси кечликда. Кундузи бир тишлам ҳам нон тишламасди. Суюқ, лекин қайноқ чой билан чекланарди, холос. Орада зангилага қарши игнабарг дамламасидан ичиб турди. Кунлар шу тарзда қувлашмачоқ ўйинини давом эттирарди.
Morganson dashed up the hillside--at least he started to dash up. The next he knew he was coming out of a faint and dragging himself to his feet. He went up more slowly, pausing from time to time to breathe and to steady his reeling senses. At last he crawled over the trunk. The moose lay before him. He sat down heavily upon the carcase and laughed. He buried his face in his mittened hands and laughed some more. Моргансон тепалик томон отилди, тўғрироғи, отилмоқчи бўлди. Кўзини очганда ҳушидан кетганини тушунди. Минг азоб билан ўрнидан турди, секин-аста одимлай кетди. Вақти-вақти билан нафасини ростлаб, бироз ўзига келиш учун тўхтади. Ниҳоят, қулаб ётган қарағайгача аранг судралиб етиб келди. Унинг ёнида буғу жонсиз ётарди. Моргансон жасад устига оғир чўкди ва бутун бошли қўшинни ер тишлатган баҳодирдай оғзини йиғиштиролмай қолди.
In the morning he awoke as from the sleep of death. In his ears were strange sounds. He did not know where he was, and looked about him stupidly until he caught sight of the frying-pan with the last piece of meat in it, partly eaten. Then he remembered all, and with a quick start turned his attention to the strange sounds. He sprang from the blankets with an oath. His scurvy-ravaged legs gave under him and he winced with the pain. He proceeded more slowly to put on his moccasins and leave the tent. Эрталаб уйғониш Моргансон учун дўзах азобига айланди: уйқуси ўлимдек қаттиқ эди. Қулоғига тушуниксиз товушлар эшитилди. Қаердалигини бир зумга унутиб, товадаги гўшт бурдаларига кўзи тушмагунча аланглайверди. Яна тушуниксиз товушлар қулоғига чалингандагина барчасига тушунди; бўралаб сўкинганча ўрнидан турди. Дармонсизликдан оёқлари чалишиб кетди. Оғриқ зўридан букчайиб қолди. Кескин ҳаракат қилмасликка тиришиб чодирдан чиқди.
The black-whiskered man and one of his companions arose. "Come on, Oleson," the former said to the third one of the party, a fair-haired, ruddy-faced giant. Oleson came to his feet, yawning and stretching. "What are you going to bed so soon for?" the barkeeper asked plaintively. "It's early yet." "Got to make Selkirk to-morrow," said he of the black whiskers. "On Christmas Day!" the barkeeper cried. "The better the day the better the deed," the other laughed. Қорасоқол қўзғалди: ортидан жўраларидан бири ҳам ўрнидан турди. – Кетдик, Ольсон, – деди қорасоқол норғул, юзи қизил, малладан келган йўлдошларига. Ольсон эснаб, керишганча ўрнидан қўзғалди. – Нима, дарров ётмоқчимисизлар? – деди ранжигансимон қовоқхона эгаси. –Ҳали эрта-ку. – Эртага Селкеркда бўлишимиз лозим.– Рождествонинг биринчи кунида-я! – Кундузи йўл юриш хийла осонроқ.
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.
Morganson wept weakly for a space, and weakly swayed from one side to the other. Then he brushed away the frozen tears that gemmed his lashes. It was a joke. Malicious chance was having its laugh at him. Even John Thompson, with his heaven-aspiring whiskers, was laughing at him. Моргансон ночорликдан ўкириб юборди. Бу гўё қалтис ҳазилга ўхшарди. Қаттол қисмат унинг устидан мағзава тўкиб юборганди гўё. Ҳатто Жон Томсон ҳам соқолини ҳилпиллатиб, унинг устидан кулаётир.
Then the white glimmer turned black, and the next he knew he was awakening in the snow where he had fallen. He was no longer giddy. The cobwebs were gone. But he could not get up. There was no strength in his limbs. His body seemed lifeless. By a desperate effort he managed to roll over on his side. In this position he caught a glimpse of the sled and of John Thompson's black beard pointing skyward. Also he saw the lead dog licking the face of the man who lay on the trail. Morganson watched curiously. The dog was nervous and eager. Sometimes it uttered short, sharp yelps, as though to arouse the man, and surveyed him with ears cocked forward and wagging tail. At last it sat down, pointed its nose upward, and began to howl. Soon all the team was howling. Ўзига келганда Моргансон қорда ётарди. Боши айланмас, кўз олдини қоплаган туман тарқалиб кетибди. Шундай эса-да, ўрнидан туролмади: мажоли етмади. Жисми жонсиз эди. Минг машаққат-ла ёнига ағдарилди. Чана ва серрайиб ётган қорасоқол Жон Томсонни кўрди. Йўл бошловчи кўппак кўндаланг ётган эгасининг юзини ялаб-юлқарди. Моргансон қизиқсиниб кузатаверди. Ит бетоқат бўларди. Ора-сира ўликни уйғотмоқчидай вовулларди. Ахийри ўтириб, калласини кўкка чўзди-да, увиллади. Ортидан бутун гала мотам куйини бошлади.
After the horses came Muriel, the white goat, and Benjamin, the donkey. Benjamin was the oldest animal on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark—for instance, he would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies. Alone among the animals on the farm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he was devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking. Отлардан сўнг оқ эчки Мюриэл ва эшак Бенжамин келди. У бу молхонада энг кўп яшаган ҳайвон бўлиб, хаддан зиёд расво характери бор эди. У кам гапирар, мабодо гапириб қолса, юзинг-бетинг демай, шарттакилик қиларди — масалан, у бир куни Яратган менга сўна-пашшаларни ҳайдаш учун дум берган, аммо пашшалар ҳам, дум ҳам бўлмаса афзал эди, деган. Ҳайвонлар орасида ҳеч қачон кулмаган ва кулмайдиган жонивор ҳам у эди. Нега бундай ғамгин экани ҳақида савол берилганда, у бу дунёда қувонч учун сабаб ҳали йўқлигини айтганди. Шунга қарамасдан, у тулпор Боксёрга боғланиб қолганди; одатда, улар якшанба кунларини боғ ёнидаги мўъжазгина яйловда майсаларни ковшаниб, ёнма-ён ўтказишарди.
"Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth. Шундай қилиб, дўстлар, биз ва сизнинг тириклимиздан нима маъно бор? Келинглар, ҳақиқатнинг юзига тик қарайлик: қисқа ҳаётимизнинг ҳар бир куни хўрликда ва заҳматли меҳнатда ўтади. Туғилган, дунёга келган дақиқамиздан бошлаб, бизга ҳаётимиз тугаб қолмайдиган даражадагина овқат беришади, етарли кучи бор ҳайвонлар энг сўнгги нафасигача ишлаши керак; одатда, биз ҳеч нарсага ярамай, ҳеч кимга керак бўлмай қолганимизда, бизни шафқатсизларча кушхонага равона қилишади. Бир йилни ўтказган бирорта ҳайвон бу Англияда бахт нималигини ёки меҳнатдан кейин дам олиш қандай бўлишини билмайди. Англияда бирор-бир ҳайвон эрк нима эканини англамайди. Ҳаётимиз — қашшоқлик ва қулликдир. Ҳақиқат шудир.
At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. While Major was speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters, listening to him. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the rats saved their lives. Major raised his trotter for silence. Майор нутқини тугатган заҳоти даҳшатли шовқин-сурон кўтарилди. Унинг нутқи давом этаётган пайтда тўртта баҳайбат каламуш ўз уяларидан чиқишди ва, орқа оёқларига таяниб, майорни диққат билан эшитишди. Шу пайт уларни кўппаклар сезиб қолишди, бирдан ўзларини уяга урган каламушларнинг ҳаётини тезкор ҳаракатларигина қутқариб қолди. Жониворларнинг барчаси биродарлар эмиш... Майор жим ўтиришга ундаб, оёғини кўтариб қўйди.

Later on, Dickensen went out on the sidewalk to smoke a cigar and cool off; and a little later Emily Travis happened along. Emily Travis was dainty and delicate and rare, and whether in London or Klondike she gowned herself as befitted the daughter of a millionnaire mining engineer. Little Dickensen deposited his cigar on an outside window ledge where he could find it again, and lifted his hat.

Бир оздан сўнг Диккенсен сигара чекиб, шамоллагани кўчага чиқди. Дақиқа ўтиб Эмили Тревис пайдо бўлди. Эмили Тревис латофатли, нозикниҳол ойимтилла эди, Лондон ёинки Клондайкда бўлишидан қатъи назар миллионларга эга тоғ муҳандисининг арзандасидек кийинарди. Митти Диккенсен сигарасини дераза токчасига ташлаб, шляпасини андак кўтариб қўйди.

Dickensen could not understand his speech, and Emily Travis laughed. Imber turned from one to the other, frowning, but both shook their heads. He was about to go away, when she called out: "Oh, Jimmy! Come here!"

Диккенсен унинг сўзларини тушунмади, Эмили эса кулгудан ўзини тиёлмади. Имбер қошларини чимириб дам Диккенсенга, дам Эмилига сўз қотар, улар фақат бош силкиб қўйишарди. Энди улардан нари кетмоқчи бўлганди, қиз кимнидир чақирди:
– Ҳей, Жимми! Бу ёққа келинг!