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<first-name>Имя автора</first-name>
<last-name>Фамилия автора</last-name>
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<book-title>Имя книги</book-title>
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<date>Дата</date>
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<program-used>Lib converter jcms</program-used>
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<title><p>14KUNLIK KELIN DRAMMASI</p>
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<section><p>18 Yasharli Maftuna isimli Bir qiz</p>
<p>nigi xayoti va Savobi xakida</p>
<p>Maftuna bir xonadonga kelin</p>
<p>bolsquo;lib tushdigach</p>
<p>Ikki xaftalik</p>
<p>yosh kelinchak edi. Eri uzum</p>
<p>xomtak qilay deb narvonga chiqqanda,</p>
<p>yiqilib umurtqasi</p>
<p>sinib tolsquo;shakka yotib qoladi.</p>
<p>U Shaxarni</p>
<p>xamma shifoxonalariga</p>
<p>yerini olib boradi va shunda ma`lum</p>
<p>bolsquo;ladiki. Yigit boshqa oyoqqa</p>
<p>turmasligi. Nogiron bolsquo;b</p>
<p>qoladi. Shunda ayolini(maftunani) chaqirib: Senga javob sendan</p>
<p>roziman men boshqa oyoqqa</p>
<p>turmayman ketaver deganda.</p>
<p>Yolsquo;q men sizni deb shu</p>
<p>xonadonga keldim, nikox</p>
<p>xutbasi ikkovimizga olsquo;qilgan,</p>
<p>siz bilan yashayman deb, shu eri</p>
<p>bilan 45 yil xayot kechirib na</p>
<p>bola chaqaloq ovozi, na tolsquo;y</p>
<p>xashamatlar, na quda</p>
<p>andachilik qildi.</p>
<p>Yoshlik</p>
<p>davrini shu nogiron eri bilan</p>
<p>olsquo;azib. Shu erini oq yuvib, oq</p>
<p>tarab shu xayotga chidab yashab</p>
<p>keldi. Erini axvoli</p>
<p>oglsquo;irlashib olsquo;lim oldidan</p>
<p>ayolini chaqirib: Ayoliga gulday</p>
<p>umringni, yoshligingni</p>
<p>mendek bir nogiron eringa ba-</p>
<p>ishlading, sendan roziman.</p>
<p>Sendek Jannati ayollar bor</p>
<p>ekan dunyo xali nafas olib</p>
<p>turibdi deb Alloxdan yiglsquo;lab</p>
<p>ayolini xaqqiga duo qilib</p>
<p>dunyodan olsquo;tib ketgan</p>
<p>ekanlar! ! !</p>
<p>оєї</p>
<p>оєїBu bizga xam ibrat, Chunki</p>
<p>Jannatga kirish uchun juda</p>
<p>kolsquo;p yengilliklar berilgan.</p>
<p>Alloxdan duo kilib solsquo;raymiz,</p>
<p>bizning xam xamma olsquo;zbek</p>
<p>ayollarimiz shunday Taqvoli</p>
<p>Jannati ayol</p>
<p>bolsquo;lishlarini ! ! !оєї</p>
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