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Found pitch: 16 words & 2 translates

English Ўзбек
highpitched баланд овозда
lowpitched паст овозли
pitch баландлик
pitchdark қоронғи
pitched тикилган
pitcher кўза
pitchers кўзалар
pitches майдончалар
pitchfork вилка
pitchforks вилкалар
pitching питчинг
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.
He held his fire and desperately studied Oleson's flight. The giant was grotesquely curving and twisting and running at top speed along the trail, the tail of his parka flapping smartly behind. Morganson trained his rifle on the man and with a swaying action followed his erratic flight. Morganson's finger was getting numb. He could scarcely feel the trigger. "God help me," he breathed a prayer aloud, and pulled the trigger. The running man pitched forward on his face, rebounded from the hard trail, and slid along, rolling over and over. He threshed for a moment with his arms and then lay quiet. Моргансон зўр диққат билан қочоқни кузатар эди. У олға силжиётган Ольсонга милтиғи милини тўғрилади. Бармоғи увушиб қолибди, тепкини сезмади. – Тангрим, ўзинг мадад бер! – нидо қилди ва тепкини босди. Ольсон юзтубан йиқилди, заранг йўлда бир неча марта ўмбалоқ ошди. Қўллари ёрдамида туришга чиранди, бироздан кейин қимирламай қолди.
27. Have you not seen that God sends down water from the sky? With it We produce fruits of various colors. And in the mountains are streaks of white and red—varying in their hue—and pitch-black. 27Аллоҳнинг осмондан сув туширганини кўрмадингми? Бас, у ила турли ранглардаги меваларни ва тоғлардан ҳам йўл­йўл, оқ ҳамда қизилнинг турли рангларини ва қоп­қораларини чиқардик.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream & not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on! '
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- -nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

IF by Rudyard Kipling

Йўқотишларда айбласалар ҳам,
Бошингни эгмай кўтаролсанг гар,
Сендан шубҳаланиб чекинсалар ҳам,
Ўзингни ҳақли деб кўролсанг агар.
Кутсанг чарчамасдан, кутишни билсанг,
Алдансанг, алдовдан йироқ турсанг гар.
Нафратни билмасанг, нафратлансалар,
Дономас, ўзингни ҳақир кўрсанг гар.
Қил орзу – гар сенга устун келмаса,
Фикрла – гар унга асир бўлмасанг.
Ҳар иккисига қил бирдек назар,
Зафар-у мағлубият йўлиқса, агар.
Эшитиб туролсанг қачонлардир сен
айтган ҳақиқатни букишса агар,
Ноёб асарингни бузишганда ҳам,
Қараб туролсанг-у яна қурсанг гар.
Жамлаган бисотинг ўртага қўйиб
Таваккал қилолсанг, қура ташласанг.
Ва лом-мим демасанг ютқазиб, куйиб,
Ўйинни бошидан қайта бошласанг.
Бу жисм ва жонни мажбур қилолсанг,
Бир куни яшашга қолмаса тоқат.
Ғариб кунларингда бардошли бўлсанг,
Уларга “Чидагин!” демасдан фақат.
Оломон ичинда одоб сақласанг,
Унутмасанг ўзни шоҳлар олдида,
Дўсту душманларинг бирдек алқаса,
Уларни айирмай тенг кўрсанг агар,
Шафқатсиз ўтаркан олтмиш сониянг,
Ичини тўлдириб қўёлсанг агар,
Ер ва ундагилар сеники, ўғлим,
Демак сен, улғайиб эркак бўлибсан!

Вазира Шодиева таржимаси

He used the reeds he had prepared to tie one branch and then another, but the third proved intractable, and had bent too far out. Qosim leaned out towards it, and while he swung out in one direction, the ladder went the other way: there was a high-pitched shriek and this time Qosim really did fly, only downwards, all the way to the ground.

Қўлидаги истак билан бир новдани боғлади, иккинчисини. Учинчиси - бебошроғи хийла узоққа қайирилган экан, истак ушлаган қўли билан чўзилганини билади Сайид Қосим-йигит, бирданига нарвон бир томонга оғиб, боягина янгидан ямалган ишком катаги қарс этдию, қизнинг “Дод!” - деганига қарамай, Сайид Қосим-йигит нарвони билан осмондан ерга қулади.