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The kite-flying bird soared high,
Going to hot places.
With a farewell wave to the car,
People departed from the lake.

On the bank of the water hole,
Having left it behind, it turned away.
In the reflection of that hole,
The tea was brewed with love and steaming.

The door of the barn creaked shut,
And now he's sitting in the cabin.
She pressed close to the earthen wall.
The girl leaned against the beetle's back.

On the beetle's back, a belt is tied,
Comes to us that girl who brewed tea,
To the calf left in the cowshed,
Looking at them, I feel lonely and captive.

When the birds came to the place,
Going to hot places.
Youth, spinning the wheel of time,
Passes by, leaving us behind...

✨Mektebimizdıń "Jas awdarmashı" dógerek aǵzaları Nawrizbaeva Asiya hám Jumaxanova Gulderaylar tárepinen I.Yusupovtıń "Kól boyında" qosıǵın awdarmalandı.

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Jadidlar haqida ilk yirik roman nashrdan chiqdi

Jadidlar hayoti va ijodi haqida oʻzbek adabiyotida yozilgan yirik badiiy asar “Choʻlpon” romani taniqli yozuvchi Nabi Jaloliddin qalamiga mansub boʻlib, u “Yangi asr avlodi” nashriyoti tomonidan qayta nashrdan chiqdi. Ushbu asar Choʻlponga bagʻishlangan boʻlishiga qaramay, unda barcha jadidlar haqida soʻz boradi.

Ikki kitobdan iborat romanda jadidlardan tashqari ozodlik yoʻlida jonini tikkan Madaminbek qoʻrboshi kabi fidoyilar, mardikoroldi siyosatining mudhish manzaralari, Qoʻqon muxtoriyatidagi fitnalar va uning qulashi, rus bosqini kabi voqealar batafsil yozilgan.

Millatning eng zabardast shoiri, yozuvchisi va jadidi Choʻlpon hayotidagi evrilishlar, bolaligi va ijodi haqida batafsil hikoya qilinadi. Choʻlponni sotganlar ochiq-oydin koʻrsatib beriladi.

Choʻlponning qamalishi, qatl etilishi bilan bogʻliq yangi faktlar, oʻzgacha yondashuvlar romanni yanada boyitgan. Eng muhimi, bari tarixiy faktlarga asoslangan.

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The word about karakalpaks

I discuss it in silence.
I do not confront a person.
I do not predict by the historian,
I do not argue with my destiny.

Brave Tumaris, of the Massagetes,
I am the steed of the "Forty Girls."
I am a son of the Pechenegs.
I am Karakalpak of the Desert.

Black horse, black warhorse,
My father was a brave man,
Tall and white, black-haired,
His heart is full of fire.

When the horse is unsaddled,
He released it onto the battlefield.
"He said his final words."
And I asked for it.

It must have been his last command.
He uttered as he departed,
"In the place where you are naked,
Save your black cap every time.

Starting with the Karakalpaks,
They were born with their caps.
For many years, they searched far and wide.
But run with the caps.

Despite seeing many things,
His eyes had not yet met defeat.
Even though he lost many times,
His cap never faltered.

Evils have reached many pressures,
Even the Khan couldn't take it off.
If the soul doesn't leave the body,
Even evil spirits couldn't take off the cap.

✨Mektebimizdıń "Jas awdarmashı" dógerek aǵzaları Nawrizbaeva Asiya hám Jumaxanova Gulderaylar tárepinen I.Yusupovtıń "Kól boyında" qosıǵın awdarmalandı.

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