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<title><p>Baribir men seni topardim... 3 qism</p>
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<section><p>dedi-yu, chiqib ketdi.</p>
<p>Eshik sekin yopildi hamki</p>
<p>Akmal o‘ziga kelmadi. Nahot,</p>
<p>shuncha yillar izlagan</p>
<p>gavharini bir onda yo‘qotsa?!</p>
<p>Tezda nima qilishini o‘ylab</p>
<p>oldi. Ustaxonani yopib,</p>
<p>oqsoqlanganicha shosha-</p>
<p>pisha bozorga yo‘l oldi.</p>
<p>Bozordan qizga chiroyli</p>
<p>ro‘mol, atir, xolasi uchun ikkita</p>
<p>issiq non, qand-qurs oldi.</p>
<p>Mo‘ljali - kech kirganda avval</p>
<p>o‘zi, keyin onasi bilan Anzirat</p>
<p>xolanikiga kirish. Agar shular</p>
<p>ham yo‘q desa… demak Akmal</p>
<p>bu dunyodan toq o‘tadi.</p>
<p>— Peshanangda omad yulduzi</p>
<p>chaqnab turibdi. Katta ish</p>
<p>ustidasan, sadaqa qil bolam, -</p>
<p>degan ovoz Akmalning</p>
<p>xayolini bo‘ldi.</p>
<p>Qo‘l uzatib turgan mo‘ltoni</p>
<p>ayolga pul uzatdi. Mo‘ltoni ayol</p>
<p>chetga chiqib, uning ortida</p>
<p>kichkinagina stolga pista bilan</p>
<p>birga lotereya biletlarini yozib</p>
<p>o‘tirgan chol ko‘rindi.</p>
<p>Akmal tavakkal qilib bitta</p>
<p>lotereya olib, tanga bilan qirib</p>
<p>o‘chirdi.</p>
<p>Yutuq yana bitta chiptalik</p>
<p>ekan, ikkinchisiniyam olib</p>
<p>o‘chirdi. Vo ajab! Shu rostmi?!</p>
<p>Ellik million!!!</p>
<p>Akmalning yuragi hapriqib</p>
<p>ketdi.</p>
<p>Katta yutuq</p>
<p>chiqqanligini tasdiqlagan chol</p>
<p>Akmalning cho‘ntagidagi bor</p>
<p>pulga ega bo‘ldi…</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>Tut shoxlari uyilib yotgan</p>
<p>hovli chetidagi so‘rida to‘rt</p>
<p>kishi gaplashmoqda edilar.</p>
<p>Anzirat xola Akmal olib kelgan</p>
<p>non ushatilgan dasturxon</p>
<p>chetini o‘ynagancha bosiqlik</p>
<p>bilan gapirdi:</p>
<p>— Bilmadim, bolam. Bu</p>
<p>bechora ham tegsa sendek</p>
<p>yigitga tegar-da, bolam,</p>
<p>o‘zimning qizim bo‘lsa senga</p>
<p>qo‘sh-qo‘llab bermasmidim?!</p>
<p>Seni-yu, onangni bilmasam</p>
<p>ekan…</p>
<p>— Xolajon, - dedi Akmal. Siz</p>
<p>faqat Tepaqo‘rg‘onga borib,</p>
<p>singlingizga Xolida yana bir-</p>
<p>ikki oy siznikida turib turishini</p>
<p>aytsangiz bo‘ldi. Bu vaqtda</p>
<p>ulguramiz. Ishoning, hammasi</p>
<p>yaxshi bo‘ladi.</p>
<p>Inobat xola bilan Anzirat xola</p>
<p>ko‘zlarida yosh bilan</p>
<p>yoshlarga oq fotiha berishdi.</p>
<p>Tun yarim bo‘lishiga qaramay,</p>
<p>yoshlar hech kimga bildirmay,</p>
<p>Toshkentga yo‘l oldilar.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>Eng yaxshi suyak shifokorlari</p>
<p>Akmalning oyog‘iga tig‘</p>
<p>urishdi. Ko‘zning eng mohir</p>
<p>jarrohlari Xolidaning</p>
<p>qorachiqlari ustida ish olib</p>
<p>bordilar.</p>
<p>Mo‘jiza yuz berdi. Yoki pul</p>
<p>yana bir bor mo‘jiza yaratdi.</p>
<p>Hech kimlari yo‘q katta</p>
<p>shaharda bir-birlariga</p>
<p>hamdard bo‘ldilar. Ikkovlon</p>
<p>shaharning ikki chekkasidagi</p>
<p>shifoxonalarda bo‘lsalarda,</p>
<p>telefonda bog‘lanib turdilar.</p>
<p>Umid har narsadan ustun</p>
<p>chiqdi.</p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>To‘y to‘satdan boshlangan</p>
<p>bo‘lsa-da, el suygan</p>
<p>xonandaning shirali ovozi</p>
<p>taralib, tumonat odam</p>
<p>to‘plandi.</p>
<p>Kelin-kuyov o‘tirgan mashina</p>
<p>to‘yxona oldida to‘xtadi.</p>
<p>Akmal shaxdam qadamlar</p>
<p>bilan kelib, Xolidani ko‘tarib</p>
<p>tushirdi. Xolida qaynonasining</p>
<p>shodlikdan yoshlangan</p>
<p>ko‘zlariga bir qarab, yana</p>
<p>nigohini yerga qadagancha</p>
<p>salom berdi.</p>
<p>Davraga Anzirat xola bilan</p>
<p>Inobat xola raqs tushish</p>
<p>uchun chiqqanlarida Xolida</p>
<p>Akmalning qulog‘iga shivirladi:</p>
<p>— Lotereya yutmaganingizda</p>
<p>ham sizniki bo‘lardim…</p>
<p>Akmal zavqlanib kulib,</p>
<p>Xolidaning qulog‘iga shipshidi.</p>
<p>— O‘zing kelmaganingda ham</p>
<p>baribir seni topardim…</p>
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