The Last Letter
So‘nggi maktub
Sarlavha va pastdagi so‘zlarga qarang. Matn nima haqida bo‘lishi mumkin? Bir daqiqa o‘ylab ko‘ring — bu miyani o‘qishga tayyorlaydi.
Ayol marhum buvisining uyida eski maktubni topib, oilaviy sirni ochadi.
Kalit so‘zlar
Bu so‘zlar matnda uchraydi va matnda ajratib ko‘rsatiladi. Bosing — talaffuzini eshitasiz.
⏱ O‘qish boshlanganda vaqt o‘lchanadi — oxirida tezligingizni ko‘rasiz.
👆 Istalgan so‘zni bosing — tarjimasi yoki lug‘atga havola chiqadi.
When her grandmother died in the spring, it was Gulnoza who offered to clear out the old house in Kokand. Her parents were busy, her brother lived abroad, and besides, she had always been the closest to Bibi. As a child, she had spent every summer in that house, with its shady courtyard and the walnut tree that her grandfather had planted the year they married. Now the tree was enormous, and the house was silent.
Bahorda buvisi vafot etganda, Qo‘qondagi eski uyni bo‘shatishni Gulnoza o‘z zimmasiga oldi. Ota-onasi band edi, akasi chet elda yashardi, qolaversa, u doim buvisiga eng yaqin bo‘lgan edi. Bolaligida u har yozni soya hovlili, bobosi ular turmush qurgan yili ekkan yong‘oq daraxti bo‘lgan o‘sha uyda o‘tkazgan edi. Endi daraxt ulkan, uy esa jimjit edi.
It took her three days to go through the cupboards. Most of what she found was what she had expected: neatly folded tablecloths, jars of jam, decades of photographs, her grandfather’s medals from the war. But on the third evening, at the bottom of a wooden chest, under a pile of embroidered cushions, she found a small bundle of letters tied with a faded blue ribbon.
Shkaflarni ko‘rib chiqish uch kun davom etdi. Topganlarining aksariyati u kutgan narsalar edi: ozoda taxlangan dasturxonlar, murabbo bankalari, o‘nlab yillik suratlar, bobosining urushdagi medallari. Lekin uchinchi oqshom, yog‘och sandiqning tagida, kashtali yostiqlar uyumi ostidan u rangi o‘chgan ko‘k lenta bilan bog‘langan kichik maktublar to‘plamini topdi.
The letters were in Russian, written in an elegant, slanting hand, and they were addressed not to her grandmother, but to a woman named Zulfiya. They were dated between 1958 and 1961, and they were signed simply “A.” Gulnoza read the first one sitting on the floor of the bedroom, and by the time she had finished the last, it was past midnight and her tea had gone cold. They were love letters, full of poetry, plans and longing.
Maktublar rus tilida, nafis, qiya xat bilan yozilgan bo‘lib, ular buvisiga emas, Zulfiya ismli ayolga atalgan edi. Ular 1958 va 1961-yillar orasida yozilgan va oddiygina “A.” deb imzolangan edi. Gulnoza birinchisini yotoqxona polida o‘tirib o‘qidi va oxirgisini tugatganida yarim tundan oshgan, choyi esa sovib qolgan edi. Ular she’riyat, rejalar va sog‘inchga to‘la sevgi maktublari edi.
Zulfiya, she slowly realised, was her grandmother’s real name. Everyone had always called her Bibi, and Gulnoza had never thought to ask. But who was “A.”? Her grandfather’s name had been Rahim. In the letters, “A.” wrote about studying medicine in Leningrad, about the cold and the white nights, and about the day he would come back to Kokand and they would be married. The final letter, from the spring of 1961, was different. It was short, and the handwriting was hurried. “Wait for me,” it ended. “I am coming home in June.”
Gulnoza asta-sekin Zulfiya buvisining haqiqiy ismi ekanini angladi. Hamma uni doim “Bibi” deb chaqirardi va Gulnoza hech qachon so‘rashni xayoliga keltirmagan edi. Lekin “A.” kim edi? Bobosining ismi Rahim edi. Maktublarda “A.” Leningradda tibbiyot o‘qiyotgani, sovuq va oq tunlar haqida, Qo‘qonga qaytib, ular turmush quradigan kun haqida yozgan edi. 1961-yil bahoridagi oxirgi maktub boshqacha edi. U qisqa va shoshib yozilgan edi. “Meni kut”, deb tugardi u. “Iyunda uyga qaytaman.”
Gulnoza spent the following weeks searching for answers. Her mother knew nothing. Her grandmother’s younger sister, now ninety and living in Fergana, was the only person left who might remember. When Gulnoza visited her and showed her the letters, the old woman was silent for a long time. Then she touched the blue ribbon and said quietly, “Akmal. His name was Akmal.”
Gulnoza keyingi haftalarni javob izlab o‘tkazdi. Onasi hech narsa bilmasdi. Endi to‘qson yoshda bo‘lgan va Farg‘onada yashaydigan buvisining singlisi eslashi mumkin bo‘lgan yagona tirik odam edi. Gulnoza uning oldiga borib, maktublarni ko‘rsatganda, keksa ayol uzoq jim qoldi. Keyin u ko‘k lentaga tegib, sekin dedi: “Akmal. Uning ismi Akmal edi.”
Akmal had been a brilliant student from a poor family, and he and Zulfiya had loved each other since school. Her father had not approved; he wanted her to marry someone with better prospects. When Akmal went to Leningrad, they wrote to each other every week. But in May 1961, just weeks before he was due to return, there was an accident at the hospital where he was training. A fire. He did not survive. A year later, heartbroken and under pressure from her family, Zulfiya married Rahim, a kind and patient man who knew everything and loved her anyway.
Akmal kambag‘al oiladan chiqqan iqtidorli talaba bo‘lgan va u bilan Zulfiya maktabdan beri bir-birini sevishgan. Uning otasi bunga rozi bo‘lmagan; u qizining kelajagi porloqroq odamga turmushga chiqishini xohlagan. Akmal Leningradga ketganda, ular har hafta bir-biriga xat yozishgan. Lekin 1961-yil may oyida, u qaytishiga bir necha hafta qolganda, u amaliyot o‘tayotgan kasalxonada baxtsiz hodisa yuz berdi. Yong‘in. U omon qolmadi. Bir yildan keyin, yuragi vayron bo‘lgan va oilasining bosimi ostida qolgan Zulfiya hamma narsani bilgan va shunga qaramay uni sevgan mehribon va sabrli inson — Rahimga turmushga chiqdi.
On the drive back to Kokand, Gulnoza thought about her grandmother: a woman who had laughed easily, cooked for everyone and never once complained. She had carried this sorrow for sixty years without telling anyone. That evening, Gulnoza sat under the walnut tree and read the last letter once more. Then she tied the ribbon again and put the letters in her own bag. Some stories, she decided, deserve to be remembered, even if they never had a happy ending.
Qo‘qonga qaytishda Gulnoza buvisi haqida o‘yladi: oson kuladigan, hamma uchun ovqat pishiradigan va bir marta ham shikoyat qilmagan ayol. U bu qayg‘uni oltmish yil davomida hech kimga aytmasdan ko‘tarib yurgan edi. O‘sha oqshom Gulnoza yong‘oq daraxti ostida o‘tirib, oxirgi maktubni yana bir bor o‘qidi. Keyin lentani qayta bog‘lab, maktublarni o‘z sumkasiga soldi. Ba’zi hikoyalar, deb qaror qildi u, hatto ularning baxtli yakuni bo‘lmagan bo‘lsa ham, eslab qolinishga loyiq.
Tushundingizmi?
Javob topa olmasangiz, «O‘qish» bosqichiga qaytib, matnga qarang — bu ham mashq.
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Asosiy g‘oya
1 What is the story mainly about?
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2 Why did Gulnoza clear out the house?
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3 Who were the letters addressed to?
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4 Who told Gulnoza that the writer’s name was Akmal?
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5 Why did Zulfiya’s father not approve of Akmal?
True / False / Not Given
True — matnda aynan shunday deyilgan. False — matn aksini aytadi. Not Given — matnda bu haqda ma’lumot yo‘q.
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1 Gulnoza’s grandmother kept her sorrow secret for sixty years.
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2 Gulnoza found the letters on the first day.
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3 Gulnoza’s grandfather planted the walnut tree.
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4 The letters were written in Russian.
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5 Rahim did not know about Akmal.
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6 The letters were signed with Akmal’s full name.
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7 Akmal’s family later visited Zulfiya.
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8 Gulnoza’s brother came back to Uzbekistan for the funeral.
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9 Gulnoza could not read Russian well.
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10 Akmal died in a fire.
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11 Gulnoza left the letters in the house.
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12 Akmal studied medicine in Leningrad.
So‘zni ma’nosi bilan juftlang
Chapdan so‘zni, o‘ngdan uning ma’nosini tanlang. Hammasi juftlansa, natija chiqadi.