#Konkurs üçin
IF MOTHER ...
The young man was born,
Mother's height
Once it grew, light shone on his face.
He made the nights equal to the day,
Honey and butter were added to every word.
The young man took a step,
For the first time
He was one step away from his mother.
Dreaming of a white road,
Her mother rejoiced and flew like a bird.
The young man played the girl,
It's been a long day,
Bread and salt without remembering.
And the mother smiled and said,
He said, "You're not hungry, do you?"
The young man was angry,
He found a friend,
They hid him around him.
And the mother is the son and the friends
He ran in his service, running and screaming.
The young man came out,
Bring a pencil
I stared into his eyes.
The mother is the son and the daughter-in-law
I sighed and forgot about the pain.
The young man became a father,
Then he became a father,
The sink went to the lake of concern.
The mother looked at him proudly
To his caring, grandson-loving son.
... And so do the boys
As the sun goes down
She opens it from her mother.
Poor mothers still laugh
And let him set off with joy.
Italmaz Nuryev.
The young man was born,
Mother's height
Once it grew, light shone on his face.
He made the nights equal to the day,
Honey and butter were added to every word.
The young man took a step,
For the first time
He was one step away from his mother.
Dreaming of a white road,
Her mother rejoiced and flew like a bird.
The young man played the girl,
It's been a long day,
Bread and salt without remembering.
And the mother smiled and said,
He said, "You're not hungry, do you?"
The young man was angry,
He found a friend,
They hid him around him.
And the mother is the son and the friends
He ran in his service, running and screaming.
The young man came out,
Bring a pencil
I stared into his eyes.
The mother is the son and the daughter-in-law
I sighed and forgot about the pain.
The young man became a father,
Then he became a father,
The sink went to the lake of concern.
The mother looked at him proudly
To his caring, grandson-loving son.
... And so do the boys
As the sun goes down
She opens it from her mother.
Poor mothers still laugh
And let him set off with joy.
Italmaz Nuryev.
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