Osmonning tinch, osuda bo’lgan vaqti
Quiet sky
Chigirtkalr chirilar osoyishta osmonda to’lin oy sutdek mayin illiq nur sochar edi . Manba: O`tkir Hoshimov, Dunyoning ishlari |
From the backseat of the police car, I stared through the wire cage at the colorful rotating lights that were brightening Scottsdale's earth-tone stucco houses. I was hostage under a calm sky. The spinning glow from twelve squad cars looked like rainbows chasing rainbows. Manba: Eric Jerome Dickey, Thieves' paradise |