Oyning osmonda suzib yurishi nazarda tutilgan
The moon moving in the sky
Oy, xurofot loyqasida dumalagan oy. Manba: Usmon Nosir “Meni eslaysanmi?” |
The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else. Manba: A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens |