Silence…

Bugun ikki narsa bilan esda qolarli bo’ldi…

Ertalab tish shifokori qabulida bo’ldim, qishloq vrachlik punktida Paxta mashmashalarini ko’rib na kulgim, na yig’lagim keldi…shunchaki bemorlarga, ayniqsa kichik bolakaylarga achindim, shifokorlarga ham… uyga borganda  nimadir yozaman deb o’ylab qo’ydim…

Tushdan so’ng o’qiyotganim romanni (O’tkir Hoshimovning “Tushda kechgan umrlar” asari) tugatdim. Asar boshida ta’kidlangan jumla asar so’ngida yana ta’kidlanibdi:

“Donolar hayotni kuzaturlar jim…”

Jim turamiz… Faqat kuzatamiz…

 

There were two remarkable things during the day today…

I had an appointment at the dentist in the morning, I couldn’t dare to cry or laugh at their cotton issues…I just felt sorry for the patients, especially, for the small children and for the doctors/nurses too… I planned to write something on this issue once I get home…

In the afternoon, I finished the novel  (Tushda kechgan Umrlar/ Lives lived in dreams by Utkir Hoshimov)  that I was reading these days. The statement that was stated at the beginning of the novel was stated at the end too: 

“The wise observe the life silently…”

We keep silence… We just observe… 

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