Oqish, siyrak, sayoz tutun
Little smoke
Yer xuddi quloch yoyib o`zini to`xtatolmay tog`dan quyosh nuriga g`arq bo`lgan, yengil, suyuqqina tutun qoplagan ko`kimtir bepoyon dala-qirlarga g`izillab yugurib borayotganday bo`lar, allaqayerlardan havoni larzaga keltirib kishnagan cho`ziq yilqi ovozi eshitilib turar... Manba: Chingiz Aytmatov, Birinchi Muallim |
It simply stoodthere, its windows dark, a tiny thread of smoke curling from the chimney, coming from the banked fire in the lobby. Manba: The Shining, Stephan King |