Did you hurt yourself? O'zingizga zarar yetkazdingizmi?
Look at yourself in the mirror. O'zingizga ko'zguda qarang.
seatn.o'rindiq, joy
Is this seat free? Bu o'rindiq bo'shmi?
Take a seat, please. Iltimos, o'tiring.
My seat is by the window. Mening o'rnim deraza yonida.
I gave my seat to an old man. Men o'rnimni bir keksa odamga berdim.
The back seat is wide. Orqa o'rindiq keng.
uniformn.forma, maktab kiyimi
Students wear a uniform at school. O'quvchilar maktabda forma kiyadi.
My uniform is blue. Mening formam ko'k.
The nurse wears a white uniform. Hamshira oq forma kiyadi.
I need a new school uniform. Menga yangi maktab formasi kerak.
The police uniform is dark. Politsiya formasi to'q rangda.
Hikoya: The Time Box
Unit so'zlari matnda ajratib ko'rsatilgan. Gapni bossangiz, hikoya shu gapdan o'qiladi.
On Friday, Mr. Brown cancels the usual lesson."Today we do a social studies project," he says."Write a letter to yourself, and we bury it for ten years."The students sit in their seats and type their letters.
At eleven o'clock, everybody goes to the school garden in uniform.A local newspaper takes photos.Aziz and Sam dig a deep hole.Dilya, in her uniform skirt, puts the letters, an old stamp and a toy tiger into a metal box."Why a tiger?" asks the reporter.Sam whispers, "It is Mr. Brown's.He cannot sleep without it!"
Then a truck arrives with a big stone for the hole.Mr. Brown looks at the box and turns pale."Where is my tiger?" he asks.Everyone laughs."In ten years, you can have it back," says Dilya."Ten years?!" says Mr. Brown."Please dig it up now!"
O'zbekcha tarjimasi
Juma kuni Mr. Brown odatdagi darsni bekor qiladi. «Bugun ijtimoiy fanlar loyihasini qilamiz, — deydi u. — O'zingizga xat yozing, biz uni o'n yilga ko'mamiz». O'quvchilar o'rindiqlarida o'tirib, xatlarini kompyuterda yozadi.
Soat o'n birda hamma forma kiyib maktab bog'iga boradi. Mahalliy gazeta suratga oladi. Aziz bilan Sem chuqur o'ra qazadi. Dilya forma yubkasida xatlarni, eski markani va o'yinchoq yo'lbarsni metall qutiga soladi. «Nega yo'lbars?» deb so'raydi muxbir. Sem pichirlaydi: «U Mr. Brownniki. U busiz uxlay olmaydi!»
Keyin chuqurni yopish uchun katta tosh olib yuk mashinasi keladi. Mr. Brown qutiga qaraydi va rangi oqaradi. «Yo'lbarsim qani?» deb so'raydi u. Hamma kuladi. «O'n yildan keyin uni qaytarib olasiz», deydi Dilya. «O'n yildan?!» deydi Mr. Brown. «Iltimos, uni hoziroq qazib oling!»