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<first-name>Имя автора</first-name>
<last-name>Фамилия автора</last-name>
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<book-title>Имя книги</book-title>
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<date>Дата</date>
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<title><p>ruhshunos opa bn</p>
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<section><p>Menning kasbim</p>
<p>ruhshunoslik . Juda ko’p</p>
<p>bemor o ’zlarining turli-</p>
<p>tuman muammolari bilan</p>
<p>murojaat qilishadi. Ularning</p>
<p>aksariyati ayollar. Muammolari esa hozirgi</p>
<p>davr uchun yangilik</p>
<p>bulmasa kerak,</p>
<p>OILALARINING BUZILIB</p>
<p>KETISHDAN ASRASH. Lekin</p>
<p>yo’ lak ortida Ko’ zlari g ’ amlikka tolgan boshi egik</p>
<p>chamasi yoshi 19- 20 larga</p>
<p>to’ lgan yosh qiz turardi. U</p>
<p>mening qabulimga</p>
<p>yozilganini aytdi , hayron</p>
<p>boldim , bunga sabab hali o’ n gulidan bir guli ham</p>
<p>ochilmagan, boshi ochiq</p>
<p>qizni ruhshunos qabuliga</p>
<p>nima yetaklab kelganiga</p>
<p>juda qizaqar edim .</p>
<p>Assalomu aleykum dedi mayin tovushda Kaniza</p>
<p>Vaalaykum assalom deya</p>
<p>alik oldim . hush kelibsiz</p>
<p>deya aytolmayaman , bu</p>
<p>yerga muammolariz bilan</p>
<p>tashrif buyurganizga achinarli holat , nima bo’ lgan</p>
<p>taqdirda ham</p>
<p>ruhshunosning vazifasi</p>
<p>bemorning ruhiy</p>
<p>tushkunlikdan chiqarib</p>
<p>olishdir - bu sozlar har doim yangi bemorga aytiladigan</p>
<p>mening birinchi</p>
<p>gaplarimdir . Kaniza esa</p>
<p>ko’ zi yerdan uzilmas,</p>
<p>nimadandur qattiq qo’ rqar,</p>
<p>ichidagi gaplarni ertami kechmi kimgadur aytmasa</p>
<p>bolmaydigan darajaga</p>
<p>yetib borgandi . Yoshim</p>
<p>yigirmada dedi va dami</p>
<p>ichiga tushim yum -yum</p>
<p>yig ’ladi . Men bolalikdan juda quvnoq hushchaqchaq</p>
<p>qizman . Ota onam bag ’ rida</p>
<p>o ’ynab kulib katta bo’ ldim.</p>
<p>Hudoga ming qatra</p>
<p>shukurki hech narsaga</p>
<p>muxtoj qilmadi . Bunga otamning saxiyligi , qo ’li</p>
<p>ochiqligimi bilmadim</p>
<p>Allohning marhamati keng .</p>
<p>Mahallamizda kam</p>
<p>taminlangan oilalarga juda</p>
<p>qattiq e ’ tibor bergan holda yordam qo’lini cho ’ zar,</p>
<p>diliga ozor yetkazishdan</p>
<p>qattiq qo ’rqadilar.</p>
<p>Oyijonimlar ham</p>
<p>otanimning izlaridan</p>
<p>borardilar. Qarovchisiz qolgan qariyalarga yordam</p>
<p>berib ba’ zan uy</p>
<p>yumushlariga qarashib</p>
<p>savob tagida qolardik.</p>
<p>Mahallamizda Klara xolaning</p>
<p>yakkayu yagona qizi bor , fojiali hodisa tufayli bevaqt</p>
<p>olamda ko ’z yumdilar . Klara</p>
<p>xola nabirasi Muxtorjon</p>
<p>bilan yashaydilar. Qarigan</p>
<p>chogэlarida katta xovlini</p>
<p>eplay olmasdilar , muxtorjon saxar ketib kech kelganligi</p>
<p>sababli uy yumushlariga</p>
<p>tobi yo ’qroq edi.</p>
<p>Oyijonimlar bilan birga</p>
<p>Klara opaning uylarni</p>
<p>saranjonlab ularga ko’ p yordam berardik . Chunkin</p>
<p>otamlar doim takrorlaydilar,</p>
<p>birovga yordaming teysa</p>
<p>hech qayering yeyilib</p>
<p>qolmaydi , insondan uning</p>
<p>molu dunyosi emas yahshiligi qoladi deb qayta</p>
<p>qayta xitob etadilar . Usha</p>
<p>kun arafa kuni edi , Klara</p>
<p>xolani o’ z buvimdek,</p>
<p>Muxtor akani esa o’ z</p>
<p>akamdek ko ’rardim . Klara opalarnikiga</p>
<p>yordamlashgani chiqqan</p>
<p>edim . Bilmayman nima</p>
<p>bo’ ldi? Qanday bo ’ldi?</p>
<p>Aqlim yetmas . Men bilan</p>
<p>Muhtor aka . .</p>
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