Tursunova Jahona

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Tursunova Jahona
As the perimeter of the shed is open, it gets wet in the winter, erasing the image of peacock feathers on its ceiling. The fish stretches slowly. Because of the openness of the shed, it hits the ground in the winter, erasing the image of peacock feathers on its ceiling. The parquet floor cracks. Saifi Sokievich repeats the parquet floor every year. He puts flowers on the ceiling again. The moving marble tiles in the pool are replaced by new ones every year. In general, there is no house in this area that is equal to the plot of Saifi Sokievich. He built two plots of land, which he and Sirojiddin had built next to each other. But the "galamis", who could not be given if they were hungry, could not build this stone, and ran away from the gates and watered the plot. Even then, the marble kipigi brought bi lan "shuba." The station opened again. It is not for nothing that they say, "If you have money in your pocket, you will lose your mind." Both plots were extremely large and chestnut. Each of them has six large and small rooms, halls and a veranda. In the middle of the gate is a hotel. At the foot of the courtyard, just in front of the gate, is a garage. Next to it was a barn, in the corner was a living room, and Saifi Sokievich was a horse lover. But now the kitchen is empty. Last year, his daytime black eyes would be as bright as a star. New Year's Eve is over. Saifi Sokievich was so depressed that he lost his child."It's all right," thought Sirojiddin, as he smoked a cigarette. He knew his father had a lot to say. Even now, thinking about it, he smiled and walked down the slippery concrete sidewalk and up the stairs to the porch. Today was Monday, and he had no lessons. But every Monday at eleven o'clock Domla, of course, comes to the department. This means that Sirojiddin must also go. "There's still work to be done," he thought as he entered the carpeted porch. The porch is lying on the porch. The table was untidy, the cake lay on the edge of the cake, the children must have been joking, but the chair was lying on its side, a blanket rolled up on a silk carpet in the corner, and Elmira was sewing a car on the porch.