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Hammadan ko‘ra.. o‘lgan odamga qiyin ekan, mavlono. O‘lgan qaytib kelmas ekan… Tiriklar… oh-voh qilib, ming kuyib-yonsalar ham, axiri bir kun… tasalli topar ekanlar.
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Inertia!
Oh, nature!
People are alone on this earth – that’s the problem! Is there a man alive on the field? They say that the sun gives life to the universe. The sun will rise and – look at it, isn’t it dead. Everything is dead, the dead are everywhere. There are only people and all around them is silence – that’s the earth. People, love one another – who said that? Whose commandment is that? The pendulum ticks insensibly, disgustingly. It’s two o’clock in the morning.
Her little shoes are by the bed, as if they were waiting for her … No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what will become of me?
1876.
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Dedi: "Sevgan faning ta'kidlar minba'd:
Bo'lgan sayin olam - xilqat mukammal,
Ortguvsi rohat ham, kulfat ham albat.
"Ilohiy komediya"
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—Jahongashta ritsarning qanday og'ir qiyinchiliklarga, muhtojlik va xavf-xatarlarga duch kelishini bilaman, lekin men bu yo'lda toleim yor bo'lib, behad baxt-saodatga erishishimni ham bilaman. Yaxshilik yo'li tor bo‘ladi-yu, yomonlikniki keng. Biroq keng va yalang yo'l o'limga, yaxshilikning tor va mashaqqatli yo'li esa hayotga, ya'ni mangu hayotga olib keladi. Buyuk kastil shoirimizning quyidagi so‘zlarini esga oling:
Abadiylik yuksak arshining,
Yo'li doim xatarli, baland.
Unga chiqar faqat botirlar.
Don Kixot.
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for some unknown reason, a lot of people suddenly started joining here on their own. I’m not sure if someone shared a post or invited them.
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Nima bo'lganda ham, "har kimning o'z fikrini aytishga haqqi bor" degan eng yalqov, g'oyat manmanlik bilan aytiladigan gapga berilib ketmang. Bunday huquqni qo'lga kiritish u qadar oson emas. Jorj Berklining kinoyali izohini yodda tuting: "Kamdan-kam odam fikrlaydi, lekin hammaning o'z fikri bor".
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Remember Tolstoy? His suffering over the impossibility of loving mankind as a whole? How much time has passed since then? Somehow I can't figure it out. Help me.
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—Yozuvchi yozadi, yozuvchi azobda ekanligi tufayli, yozuvchi barcha narsaga shubhada ekanligi tufayli ham yozadi. U doim o'ziga va boshqalarga o'zining nimadir uchun arzishini isbotlashi lozim. Biroq, agar men o'zimning barchasini bilishimni bilsam, nega endi hamon yozishim kerak? Nima uchun, axir?
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Channel is for those who like.
— islamic reminders
— fragments of hadith
— heart touching lines
— daily inspos
— more
If you love vibes and aesthetics, check out.
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Bu uzun yo'l yana meni nimadirlar qoralashga undamoqda. Yo'l yomon. Ayniqsa, oxiri ko'rinmasa. U sizni o'ylovlar serob javdarzorga tashlar ekan, ahvolingiz, ruhiy holatingiz haqida sira bosh qotirmaydi. Tashlaydi ketadi. Bilasizmi, nima, eng yomoni, o'ylashdan, u yaxshi o'ymi, yomonmi, foydali, foydasiz buning umuman ahamiyati yo'q, to'xtamaslik. O'ylashni to'xtatolmaslik. Bu nainki kunduzgi, tungi o'ylash, balki tushdagi o'ylov ham. Menga har doim og'riq beradigan bir tuyg'u bor. Bu tuyg'uni tuyishdan ko'ra o'limni tanlashni afzal ko'rgan bo'lardim, rostini aytsam. Bu umuman noma'lum tuyg'u siz uchun. U faqat menda bo'lsa kerak. U bu yorug' olamdan nomzod sifatida qattiq azobga duchor bo'luvchi sifatida faqat meni tanlagan. Faqat meni.
Men uni albatta, qora rangda tasavvur qilaman. Meni mahkum etish chekiga tushgan, qora askar, o'zining zanjirlari orqali meni azobga mubtalo qilgan. Mubtalo mahkum. Qora rang, qora tuyg'ular. Bo'shliq. Mana shu qora askar o'zining izdihomiga meni shu qadar kuchli tortib olganki, men toabad unga, abadulabad unga taslimman, go'yo. O'ylovlar, o'ylovlar, o'ylovlar.
Men aslo bir shaxs emasman. Umuman bunday bo'lmagan,azaldan.
Men ikkiyuzlamachiman. Vaziyatga moslashuvchan, ikkiyuzlamachiman.
Men hasad qiluvchiman. Birovlarning muvaqqiyati menda katta hasad tuyg'usini uyg'otishi naqadar rost.
Men samimiy emasman, samimiy bo'lmaganman hech qachon.
O'ylovlar, o'ylovlar, o'ylovlar. Bilasizmi, mana shu o'ylovlar, mana shu manfur qora askar meni qaritmoqda. Chindan, to'g'ridan-to'g'ri ma'noda qaritmoqda. Sochlarimda oq tolalar shu qadar ko'payganki, ularni nima qilib bo'lsa endi? Menimcha, mening bu ojizona, faqir o'ylovimcha, (yana shu o'ylov a?) mening bu ko'r-ko'rona, lekin haqiqatga yaqin tahlilimcha bu hayotda ko'p qololmaymanni deb qo'rqaman. Sizlar bilan bu olamda birga juda ko'p vaqt o'tkazamiz deb aniq aytolmayman. Qisqa muddatda, bu hayotni tark etsam kerak. Lekin buni o'zim umuman qila olmayman, chunki men qo'rqoqman. Qo'rqoq.
