Olovrang-qizil tusga kirgan, xuddi yonayotganday tuyuluvchi shafaq
Fiery, dark red horiozn
Ufqdagi bir jom oltin batamom yerga singib ketdi, yiroqlarda lovullab yongan shafaq asta so`ndi. Manba: Odil Yoqubov, Ko‘hna dunyo |
The winking lights upon the bridges were already pale, the coming sun was like a marsh of fire on the horizon. Manba: Charles Dickens, Great Expectations |