Finally, on the way up the hill, the guys slipped and fell off the bike

My master was fluttering his aura robes and flying two hundred meters ahead like a majestic bird. Despite the fact that the guys are sweating all over their bodies, they keep pushing the pedal and pushing forward. Whether Kori Pochcham has participated in similar chases in the past and gained more experience or is supported by Uzunkulak Pirim, they do not run away even when they are rubbed and run away. They turn off the engine and slow it down, but when the boys are about to start, they start the engine and go much further....
Finally, on the way up the hill, the guys slipped and fell off the bike.
- "Oops, a swindler!" pantingly said one.
- "He's as strong as a giant," said another.
- "We're back," said the third one with disappointedly.
Kori Pochcham, who had climbed to the top of the pass, got off his bicycle, wiped the sweat from his face and forehead with the tip of his turban, and punched me.
- "You still watch!" they must have said. I also immediately put my two palms in my mouth and shouted:
- "Shall I rub your feet, sir?".
For some reason the great boys did not speak to each other until we returned from the mountain.
That day various rumors spread in the village. Wives, old people, sick people who (Qori pochchamga dam soldirib ketgan - tarjima qilolmadim) gathered as groups and said:
- "The Yongok Kori was cursed by the Uzunkulok Pirim".
-"No, he went to Makkatillah".
-"Seventy bottles were found in his room while he was a complete boozer".
-"He himself was rich in antiquity".
-"You are right, my neighbour, Kori also had gold". - Such statements were uninterrupted.
As for me, because I was aware of everything, I would return from the store with soap, ignoring the fact that people called me, "Come here, tell us from the beginning."