Juvonga yigitning tovushi tanish tuyular,ammo qilich va xanjar taqqan, yuzida katta chandig`i bor, soqol-mo`ylovi o`siq bahaybat navkar uning vahmini keltirardi.

She moved to the captain's face and cleaned out the bullet crease. She wondered whether to let it heal on its own or whether to sew it up. `It depends,' said the doctor, preparing another injection of morphia, `whether you want him with a crooked smile or not. It's a choice between that or a wide scar. Either of them may be charming, who knows?'