Kitobdan iqtiboslar  Great Expectations

my mother was freckled and sickly
Fikr bildirish
he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair
Fikr bildirish
As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs)
Fikr bildirish
Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith
Fikr bildirish
My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Fikr bildirish
Мария
Марияiqtibos olmoqda3 oy oldin
“Ha!” he muttered then, considering. “Who d'ye live with, – supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?”
Fikr bildirish
Мария
Марияiqtibos olmoqda3 oy oldin
Pray don't do it, sir.
Fikr bildirish
I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
Fikr bildirish
but I did not rumple his hair
Fikr bildirish
I hope you will have children to love, and that some little fellow will sit in this chimney-corner of a winter night, who may remind you of another little fellow gone out of it for ever. Don't tell him, Joe, that I was thankless; don't tell him, Biddy, that I was ungenerous and unjust; only tell him that I honoured you both, because you were both so good and true, and that, as your child, I said it would be natural to him to grow up a much better man than I did.”
Fikr bildirish