Namangan davlat universiteti leksika stilistika kafedrasi

Life of slavery

On the afternoon of the day which was his half-holiday Munoo, hungry and tired, desided to go and see his uncle. As he went down the hill, the boy thought of what he was suffering in Babu’s house. Munoo tried hard to stop his tears, but couldn’t.When he entered the corridor leading to his uncle’s room, he wiped his face with his shirt and blew his nose.Daya Ram was sleeping on the bed in his small dark room. Munoo came up to him and woke him up.

“Who is it? What do you want? Cried Daya Ram, opening his eyes. ” “ It is I Munoo, I am very hungry. Can you give me something to eat, Uncle?” the boy said.

“ What time is it that you come to me for food? Don’t you get any food at the Babu’s house? I have nothing for you!” “Will you give me some money then? I shall go and get some food in the bazar.” Munoo never had any money himself, because Babu gave his month’s pay of three rupies to his uncle. “You little rugue! How can I get clothes and shoes for you, if you spend all the money which I am keeping for you?”shouted Daya Ram.

“But you haven’t bought me any clothes, I’m wearing the old shirt which bibiji gave me and you have not bought mr any shoes.”said Munoo.

“you damned orphan ! What right have you to ask me where I spend your money? This is how you thank me for keeping you so longand for finding you a job.”shouted he jumping up and seizing Munoo.He shook the boy striking him blow after blow. “ Oh, don’t beat me , please don’t beat me,uncle,I only want food.”sobbed Munoo.

“Why didn’t you come here earlier if you wanted food? And don’t your masters give you any food?”

“Bibiji did not want to let me come here. You don’t know how she hates me.You wouldn’t beat me if you knew. They gave me turnips for dinner today, and I don’t like turnips. I like home dishes, the lentils and rice that you cook!”

“ You lier! You swine! Tell me the truth tell me where you have been today. Said Daya Ram striking the boy again.Munoo had no heart to speak. He stood weeping. “ Where have you been? Answer me! Said Daya Ram again.”

“I was at home,” said Munoo. “You lie! Don’t I know you? You don’t want to do your work well. You don’t do anything! I’ve had to work hard for my living, and I’ve built up a reputation here by pleasing my masters. Go back and work well if your life is dear to you. Go back and ask Bibiji to give you some food! I have neither sympathy nor food for you!”

He seized the boy and threw him out.

Munoo ran out into the street, hiding his tear-washed face.

“Hateful, hateful uncle!” he whispered to himself. “I shall go away! I shall run away from this place, away from that woman and Daya Ram! They will try to find me and I shall not be found. But I haven’t any money. I have nothing. How shall I get food if I go away? And if they catch me and bring me back again, they will beat me more cruelly!”

He made a face as if he were taking some unpleasant medicine and walked home.

Half-holiday – yarim dam olish suffer – zulm

Leading –olib boradigan wiped – artdi

Face – yuz shirt – kuylak

Blew – qoqdi dark – qorong’i

Woke up – uyg’otdi something – biror narsa

Nothing – hech narsa himself – o’zida

Rogue – o’g’ri jumping up – o’rnidan turib

Seiz – ushlamoq job – ish

Shook – qimirlatmoq strike – olishuv

Sob – ho’ngramoq turnips - arpa

Lentil – chechevitsa swine – cho’chqa

Weeping – yig’lamoq medicine – dori

Unit – 8 ( 10 hours )