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| 46. Had they wanted to mobilize, they would have made preparations for it; but Allah disliked their participation, so he held them back, and it was said, “Stay behind with those who stay behind.” | 46Агар чиқишни хоҳлаганларида, унга тайёргарлик кўрар эдилар. Лекин Аллоҳ уларнинг ҳаракатланишларини ёқтирмай тутиб қолди. Уларга, ўтирувчилар билан ўтиринглар, деди. |
| 114. Abraham asked forgiveness for his father only because of a promise he had made to him. But when it became clear to him that he was an enemy of Allah, he disowned him. Abraham was kind and clement. | 114Иброҳимнинг отаси учун айтган истиғфори унга берган ваъдаси устидан эди, холос. Вақтики, унга отасининг Аллоҳга душман эканлиги аён бўлганда ундан воз кечди. Албатта, Иброҳим тазарруъли ва ҳалиймдир. |
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They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. |
Улар Террасга келиб ўтиришди. Кўпгина балиқчилар чолни мазах қилишар, аммо у буни кўнглига оғир олмас эди. |
| The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano | Мачтанинг узунлиги бу ерда guano деб аталадиган қирол пальмаларининг япроқларидан қурилган кулбанинг бўйига тенг 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. |
| Much of what made Kabul special is now a cultural battlefield - evocative street murals have been painted over with Islamic verses, girls’ secondary schools have been shut, stirring music no longer courses through shops and alleys. | Кобулни ўзига хос қилган кўп нарсалар энди маданий кураш майдонига айланди: устидан исломий оятлар ёзиб кетилган кўча расмлари, ёпилган қизлар мактаблари, дўконлар ва кўчаларда қулоққа чалинадиган шўх мусиқа ҳам ўчган. |
| It's been the soundtrack of 80-year-old Mohammad Khitab’s entire life. He’s been raising feathered friends since he was a child, through two kings, two coups, two invasions by superpowers, and now Taliban 2.0. “I’ve seen 13 changes of government and raised 20 million pigeons,” he proudly tells me. | Бу 80 ёшли Муҳаммад Хитоб ҳаёти мусиқасидир. У болалигидан қанотли дўстларни боққан - икки подшоҳ, икки давлат тўнтариши, икки босқин ва ҳозир Толибон 2.0. "Мен ҳукуматнинг 13 марта ўзгаришини кўрдим ва 20 миллион каптар етиштирдим", дейди у менга фахр билан. |
| “Why are they so expensive?” I ask the master bird man. “Because they are so beautiful,” Mohammad Khitab exclaims. | "Нега улар жуда қиммат?" деб сўрайман мен қуш эгасидан. "Чунки улар жуда гўзал", деб жавоб беради Муҳаммад Хитоб. |
| “I heard he was so fond of flowers, green places, and places for relaxation and entertainment,” says 23-year-old Ahmad Shah, a young Talib from Kandahar in southern Afghanistan, when I ask what he knows about Babur. Clusters of young Kandaharis in electric blue turbans and tunics meander through beds of Afghan roses on their first ever visit. | Қандаҳорлик ёш толиб, 23 ёшли Аҳмад Шоҳдан Бобур ҳақида нима билишини сўраганимда, "у гуллар, яшил майдонлар, дам олиш ва кўнгилочар жойларни жуда яхши кўргани ҳақида эшитгандим", дейди у. Кўк салла ва кўйлак кийган қандаҳорлик ёшлар биринчи келишларида афғон атиргуллари бўйлаб кезиб юришибди. |
| “People should have fun, but Islam prohibits music and dancing,” explains Ahmad Shah. “We won’t beat people for doing it. We’ll just tell them they shouldn’t.” | "Одамлар дам олиши керак, лекин Ислом мусиқа ва рақсни тақиқлайди, - деб тушунтиради Аҳмад Шоҳ. - Бунинг учун биз одамларни калтакламаймиз. Биз уларга шундай қилмаслик кераклигини айтамиз." |
| All foreign observers openly and unanimously acknowledged that the elections were conducted in the atmosphere of sound competition and struggle among the political parties, in full conformity with the provisions of our national legislation, the universally acclaimed international standards on elections, and in the spirit of freedom and openness. In the announcement of the final conclusions on the election results made recently by the Central Election Commission this truth has once again been confirmed. There is no doubt that all of us are pleased with such a high recognition and such a high assessment. | Куни кеча Марказий сайлов комиссияси ҳам ўзининг сайлов натижалари бўйича якуний хулосаларида шу ҳақиқатни яна бир бор қайд этди. Ҳеч шубҳасиз, бундай юксак эътироф, бундай юксак баҳо барчамизни қувонтиради. |
| I think that certainly you are well aware of the fact that I have enunciated my ideas related to the practical efforts in terms of implementation of these fundamental principles in the address I had made at the solemn session dedicated to the 24th anniversary of our Constitution. | Ана шу фундаментал тамойилларни рўёбга чиқаришга доир амалий саъй-ҳаракатлар тўғрисида мен Конституциямизнинг 24 йиллигига бағишланган тантанали йиғилишдаги маърузамда ўз фикрларимни баён қилганимдан албатта барчангиз хабардорсиз, деб ўйлайман. |
| Generally speaking, from now on, the results of the activity of the heads of ministries and departments and economic entities, as well as governors and mayors will be evaluated not based on the blank economic indicators, but based on how they engage with people and organize their work, to what extent the citizens’ problems are resolved. Afterwards, a relevant conclusion will be made. | Умуман олганда, бундан кейин вазирлик ва идоралар, хўжалик бирлашмалари раҳбарлари ва ҳокимларнинг фаолияти натижаси қуруқ иқтисодий рақамлар билан эмас, балки уларнинг одамлар билан қандай мулоқот олиб бораётгани ва ишни ташкил этгани, фуқароларнинг муаммоларини қай даражада ҳал қилаётганига қараб баҳоланади ва тегишли хулосалар чиқарилади. |
| 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. |
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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. |
| On the fifth day the trail returned to life. To the south a dark object appeared, and grew larger. Morganson became alert. He worked his rifle, ejecting a loaded cartridge from the chamber, by the same action replacing it with another, and returning the ejected cartridge into the magazine. He lowered the trigger to half-cock, and drew on his mitten to keep the trigger-hand warm. As the dark object came nearer he made it out to be a man, without dogs or sled, travelling light. He grew nervous, cocked the trigger, then put it back to half-cock again. The man developed into an Indian, and Morganson, with a sigh of disappointment, dropped the rifle across his knees. The Indian went on past and disappeared towards Minto behind the out-jutting clump of trees. | Бешинчи куни йўл жонланди. Жануб томонда қора нуқта кўзга ташланди ва у борган сари катталашаверди. Моргансон ҳушёр тортди. Милтиқни шай ҳолатга келтиришга тушди: стволдан ўқни олиб, ўрнига янгисини жойлади. Тепкини сақлагичга тушириб, қўлқопини тортиб қўйди. Қора нуқта яқинлашавергач маълум бўлдики, у ҳинду экан. Моргансон тараддудланиб қолди. Тепкини кўтарди ва яна сақлагичга туширди. Моргансон ҳафсаласи пир бўлиб, милтиқни тиззасига қўйди. Ҳинду ёнгинасидан ўтиб кетди ва дарахтлар орасида ғойиб бўлди. |
| His eyes were hard and savage for a moment as he contemplated the extent of the calamity; then the old look of patience returned into them, and he began to gather together the bones well picked and gnawed. There was marrow in them, he knew; and also, here and there, as he sifted the snow, he found scraps of meat that had escaped the maws of the brutes made careless by plenty. | Шуларни тасаввуридан ўтказган Моргансоннинг нигоҳи бир онга қаҳрли тус олди; кейин яна сабр-бардош ифодаси юзага қалқди. Қиртишлаб тозаланган ва ғажиб ташланган суякларни бир ерга тўплай бошлади: ҳартугул илиги бор-ку. Қорда тимирскиланиб, қоринлари қаппайгач, бўрилар менсимай қолдириб кетган озроқ гўштни топиб 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. |
| "That's Jack Thompson," the barkeeper said. "Made two millions on Bonanza and Sulphur, and got more coming. I'm going to bed. Have another drink first." Morganson hesitated. | – Бу Жон Томсон, – деди қовоқхоначи. – У Олтингугурт сойида ва Бонанзада икки миллионлик олтин қазиб олган. Пуллар унга шундоқ ҳам оқиб келаверади. Энди ётсам бўлаверади. Балки яна пича отволарсан? Моргансон бош чайқади. |