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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>
<lang>ru</lang>
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<program-used>Lib converter jcms</program-used>
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<title><p>Hikoyachi Parvozbekdan TAQDIR CHORRAHASIDAGI LAZZAT /3-qism/ ehtirosli hikoya</p>
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<section><p>Oradan kunlar o'tdi . Saida o'g'lini bola so'ragan bir kishiga berib yubormoqchi bo'ldi . Shunday qildi ham. U endi yolg'iz edi . Saidaning boshqa foxishalardan farqi kam siktirishida edi . Uning endigi xaridori 35 yoshlardagi kishi edi . U Saidaga ko'tiga sikishini aytdi . Ko'tiga umuman qildirmagandi . Puldan voz kecholmay rozi bo'ldi . Ular vannaga kirishdi . Saida qo'toqni shimib bo'lgach xaridor aytganidek cho'milish tog'orasi ichiga to'nqaydi . Haligi kishi uning ko'tini ezib erkaladi . Ding turgan qalin qo'tog'ini anal teshigiga to'g'irlab , zarb bilan itardi . Shu choqda Saidaning chinqirgan ovozi butun vannani larzaga keltirgandek bo'ldi . Qo'toq torgina ko't ichiga zarb bilan kirib chiqardi . Saida xo'ngrab yig'lardi . Xatto eri ham uning omi bilan qanoatlanardi . Uch to'rt daqiqada og'riqning zo'ridan Saida tamom bo'ldi . Xaridori ketgandan so'ng ham u vanna ichida cho'zilib qoldi . Bir necha kun yurish turishi ham qiyin bo'ldi , ammo pul uning ko'zini ko'r qilgandi . /davomiga o'ting/</p>
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