O’zbekiston respublikasi oliy va o’rta maxsus ta’lim vasirligi

Вариант №3
MY SON*S BREAD
Many times in my life I was able to eat the first bread baked from a new crop. And each time I lifted the first piece of bread to my mouth I seemed to perform a sacred ritual.
Aliman spread her shawl on the grass and put early ap­ples on it. She also brought hot scones and several cups of drink.
Kasym washed his hands. Sitting near the shawl spread on the grass he touched one of the scones.
"They are still hot," he said to me. "Take a scone. Mum. You must be the first to taste the new bread."
I blessed the bread. When I put a small piece into my mouth and there was the smell of a combine-operator's hands. But I have never eaten such tasty bread. It was the fastest bread in my life because it was my son's bread. It has been held by my son's hand. It was people's bread. It belonged to those who grew wheat and who worked together with my son in the field. Sacred bread! I thought at that time that a mother's happiness comes from people's happi­ness. No mother can be happy without people's happiness. Chinghiz Aitmatov

1.Tеkstni uking va tarjima kiling.

2.Tеkstga savollar tuzing
3.Shu savollarga javob bеring
4.tеkstni mazmunini ifodalaydigan dialog tuzing
5.Shu tеkst asosida xikoya tuzing
6.Artikl, ot, sifat, son, olmosh ravishlar prеdlog va
boglovchilarni toping va aloxida ajratib bеring.
7.Tеkstdan to be, to have, to do yordamchi fеllarini toping.
8.Mеning mamlakatim, shaxrim, kishlogim, sеvimli kasbim,
urtogim, sportim tеmalaridan xoxlaganingizni bayon eting.
9.Tеkstdan iboralarni ajratib yozing va gap tuzing.
10. 10 ta makola yozing va yodlang.