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<title><p>Bolalar gapirganda</p>
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<section><p>Bolalar gapirganda''...</p>
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<p>Olti yoshli bolakay tarbiyachisining tirnoqlariga qarab:</p>
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<p>—Sizning shunday uzun tirnoqlaringiz bor ekan…—Ha, senga yoqdimi?—Yoqdi, menimcha daraxtga chiqish uchun qulay....</p>
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<p>Bolakay mushuk bilan o‘ynab turib, unga:—Bilasanmi, odamlar dunyosida mo‘ylovli ayollarni uncha yoqtirishmaydi, — dedi....</p>
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<p>3 yoshli bolakayning qulog‘ini tekshirishyapti.</p>
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<p>Shifokor sekin pichirlab:—Shirinliklar, — dedi.Bolakay ham pichirlab:—Menga mumkin emas, oyim urushadilar, — dedi....</p>
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<p>Bolakay qandlarni saralayapti:</p>
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<p>—Ayiq tamlisi, ilon tamlisi, qizil qalpoqcha tamlisi….</p>
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<p>4 yoshli bolakay xonada o‘ynab yuribdi. Televizorda esa film namoyish qilinmoqda, unda bosh qahramon sevganiga qarab, “Seni ko‘rsam, ichimda g‘alati tuyg‘u paydo bo‘ladi” — desa, bolakay:</p>
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<p>—Ex do‘stim, ichingda qurting bor ekan....</p>
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<p>Oyisi yangi paltosini kiyib ko‘rayotganda, unga qizalog‘i:</p>
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<p>—Oyi siz bu paltoda juda chiroyli ko‘rinarkansiz, — dedi.—Rostdanmi? — xursand bo‘lib ketdi ayol.—Ha rostdan, uni kiysangiz, xuddi ovcharkaga o‘xshaysiz….</p>
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<p>5 yoshli qizaloq kitob o‘qishga urinib ko‘rdi, eplay olmadi:</p>
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<p>—Axmoq, men axmoqman, — dedi oyna yonida turib.Keyin jim bo‘lib qoldi va:—Lekin chiroyli, — deb qo‘shib qo‘ydi....</p>
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<p>Ikki yoshli qizaloq stol ustidagi likopchani turtib yubordi va likopcha yerga tushib sindi. Qizaloq yig‘lashni boshladi. Otasi undan:</p>
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<p>—Nega yig‘layapsan, — deb so‘radi.—Likopchani sindirib qo‘ydim, — dedi qizaloq.—Bu qanday bo‘ldi? — so‘radi otasi.Qizaloq yana bitta likopchani olib, yerga tushurib yubordi-da, “Mana, mana shundoq bo‘ldi” — deb javob berdi.</p>
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<p>O‘g‘lim SMSlar yozyapti:</p>
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<p>1. Oyi, siz dunyodagi eng yaxshi odamsiz!</p>
<p>2. Oyi, sizni yaxshi ko‘raman!</p>
<p>3. Oyi, nazorat ishidan 2 oldim…</p>
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<p>—Og‘zingni yum va ovqatingni ye! Bola otasiga biroz qarab turdi-da:—Unda ovqatni burnimda yeymanmi? — deb so‘radi....</p>
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