Qop-qora, qalin, quyuq tuman
The heavy, dark fog
Borliqni egallagan zim-ziyo tumanda kunduz bilan kechani ajratib bo‘lmasdi” Manba: Chingiz Aytmatov, Sohil bo`ylab yugurayotgan olapar |
As the captive of many years sat looking fixedly, by turns, at Mr. Lorry and at Defarge, some long obliterated marks of an actively intent intelligence in the middle of the forehead, gradually forced themselves through the black mist that had fallen on him. Manba: Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities |