O‘ralib bitmagan sallasini tuzata-tuzata tor, kirdi-chiqdilik ko‘chalar bilan shaharning kunbotar tomonig‘a, beklar mahallasiga qarab ketdi.
Beklar mahallasining boshlanishida, janubga qaratib qurilg‘an ulug‘ bir darbozaning yonida ikki nafar miltiq va qilichlik yigit so‘zlashib turar edilar.

Oshlarini yeb bo‘lsalar ham jo‘rttaga kuyav ko‘rish uchun o‘lturg‘an mahalla kishilari bir-birlarini turtishib: «Tuzuk-tuzuk, kuyavlikka arzigundek, chakki chakkiga tushmapti, olmayu-anor» deyishdilar.

Clumsily winding his turban around his head while walking, he struggled to get the turban just right as he traversed the narrow streets.
He finally made it to the western side of the city — to the neighborhood of beks. At the edge of the beks' district, located near the great south gate, two soldiers with swords and rifles were talking to each other.

Though they had finished eating their plov, the people of the mahalla continued sitting, eyeing the groom, nudging and whispering to each other. "Good, good, he is a worthy groom, both bride and groom are equal to each other," they observed appraisingly, "like an apple and a pomegranate."