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<title><p>[""TO'YIMIZ KUNI""]</p>
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<section><p>Shifoxonaga yurak xurujini</p>
<p>boshdan ötkazgan 22 yoshlar</p>
<p>atrofidagi qizni olib kelishdi.</p>
<p>Ahvoli og'ir edi. Qiyin</p>
<p>operatsiyadan keyin uni</p>
<p>jonlantirish bölimiga olishdi.</p>
<p>Men amaliyot ötardim shu</p>
<p>shifoxonada. Soham</p>
<p>kardiologiya bölganligi u- n</p>
<p>Malika (uning ismi shunday</p>
<p>edi) ning ahvolini örganishim</p>
<p>mumkin böldi. U juda chiroyli</p>
<p>qiz edi. Közlari betobligidan</p>
<p>bölsa kerak, mungli boqardi</p>
<p>atrofga. Uni alohida palataga</p>
<p>ötkazishgach u b/n</p>
<p>gaplashishga urindim. U</p>
<p>unashtirilgan, 15 kundan söng</p>
<p>töyi bölishi kerak ekan. U</p>
<p>qallig'i haqida shunday zavq b-</p>
<p>n gapirardiki, uni qattiq sevishi</p>
<p>sezilib turardi. "Ota-onasi</p>
<p>töyimizga qarshi, u esa mening</p>
<p>kasalligimni bila turib</p>
<p>uylanyapti. U doim va'dasining</p>
<p>ustidan chiqadigan bir sözli</p>
<p>yigit". Ösha yigitni körgach</p>
<p>özim ham bunga amin böldim.</p>
<p>Ha, chindan xavas qilsa</p>
<p>arzigulik juftlik. Oradan bir</p>
<p>haftacha ötdi. Malikaning</p>
<p>ahvoli ancha yomonlashdi.</p>
<p>Yigit esa har kuni uning yonida</p>
<p>böldi. Ba'zan uxlamasdi ham.</p>
<p>Men bu kasallikni endi davolab</p>
<p>bölmasligini bilardim.</p>
<p>Malikaning palatasiga ularning</p>
<p>könglini kötarish u-n bordim.</p>
<p>Eshik ochiq ekan, qulog'imga</p>
<p>yigitning dardli yupanch</p>
<p>ovozlari eshitildi: "Menga</p>
<p>ishonasanku, tög'rimi? Söz</p>
<p>beraman, kelasi xafta töyimiz</p>
<p>kuni sen oppoq libosda, men</p>
<p>qop-qora kostyumda yonma-</p>
<p>yon ötirgan bölamiz.</p>
<p>Hammaning bizga xavasi</p>
<p>keladi". Kirmadim ichkariga,</p>
<p>Xudodan ularni ayirmaslikni</p>
<p>sörashgagina qurbim yetardi</p>
<p>öshanda... Töy kuni ham keldi.</p>
<p>Afsuski, ösha kuni tongda</p>
<p>Malika olamdan ötdi. Uning töyi</p>
<p>örniga janozasiga bordim.</p>
<p>Ajabo! Malika haq ekan, ösha</p>
<p>kuni u chindan oppoq libosda</p>
<p>(afsuski, bu kiyim kafan edi),</p>
<p>yigit esa qop-qora choponda</p>
<p>yonma-yon borishardi. Faqat ...</p>
<p>faqat, hech kimning ularga</p>
<p>havasi kelmasdi...</p>
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