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<first-name>Имя автора</first-name>
<last-name>Фамилия автора</last-name>
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<book-title>Имя книги</book-title>
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<date>Дата</date>
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<title><p>"Foydali hikoyalar" turkumidan Noshud</p>
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<section><p>Bir odam shahardagi bozorga</p>
<p>kelayotgan ekan. Qo'lida tuxum</p>
<p>to'la savat ko'targan. Yo'lda</p>
<p>ketayotib, o'zi bilan o'zi</p>
<p>gaplashib boraveribdi:</p>
<p>- Savatimda yuzta tuxum bor,</p>
<p>har bittasini to'rt yuz so'mdan</p>
<p>sotsam ham, qirq ming so'm</p>
<p>bo'ladi. Bordiyu, besh yuz</p>
<p>so'mdan sotsam ellik ming</p>
<p>so'm bo'ladi. Agar besh kun</p>
<p>ellik ming so'mdan sotsam ikki</p>
<p>yuz ellik ming so'm bo'ladi. Bu</p>
<p>pulga bozordan ikkita echki</p>
<p>sotib olaman. Uni yaxshilab</p>
<p>boqaman, ko'z qorachiday</p>
<p>asrayman. Echki jonivor tez</p>
<p>ko'payadi. Agar tomog'iga</p>
<p>qarasam u menga bir yilda ikki</p>
<p>marta, ikkitada tug'ib beradi.</p>
<p>Ular katta bo'lib, yana</p>
<p>ko'payishadi-da, butun hovlim</p>
<p>to'lib ketadi. Ularni bozorga</p>
<p>olib borib sotaman. O'rniga</p>
<p>yaxshi qo'ylardan sotib</p>
<p>olaman, bitta ho'kiz ham</p>
<p>qo'shib olaman. Ularni</p>
<p>semirtirib sotib yangi "LASETTI"</p>
<p>olaman. Hammani qoyil qoldirib</p>
<p>katta uy tashlayman. Uning</p>
<p>basseyni ham bo'ladi. Usti</p>
<p>yopiq bassiyn bo'ladi qishda</p>
<p>ham cho'milishga yaxshi.</p>
<p>O'g'limni yurfakka o'qishga</p>
<p>solaman keyin pulning o'zi</p>
<p>keladi.</p>
<p>Qahramonimiz hayol bilan</p>
<p>bo'lib to'g'risida turgan</p>
<p>stalbani ko'rmay qoldi. Savat</p>
<p>stalbaga urilib yiqilib tushdi.</p>
<p>Bechora o'rnidan turdida,</p>
<p>yerga engashib, loaqal birortasi</p>
<p>butun qolgandir deb qaradi.</p>
<p>Lekin tuxumlarning hammasi</p>
<p>qachoq bo'lib ketganini</p>
<p>ko'ribdi.</p>
<p>Bir yo'lovchi unga yetib kelibdi.</p>
<p>- Birodar,- debdi unga</p>
<p>qahramonimiz- ko'pdan buyon</p>
<p>ketimdan kelyotganmiding?</p>
<p>- Sen boy bo'la boshlagan</p>
<p>vaqtidan to bor yo'g'ingdan</p>
<p>ajrab qolguninggacha,- debdi</p>
<p>yo'lovchi.</p>
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