Writings in the margin of notebook

Conclusion on chapter I
People's writer of Uzbekistan O'tkir Hashimov was born on August 5, 1941 in the Dombirabad district of Tashkent, and his childhood was spent during the hardships and hardships of the war. Because of this, even though he graduated from high school with excellent grades, he had to work and study due to family circumstances. While studying at the correspondence department of the Faculty of Journalism of Tashkent State University, he worked in various newspapers such as "Temiryolchi", "Tashkent Haqikatii", "Kyzil Uzbekiston". In 1966-1982, he was the head of the department in "Tashkent Akshomi" newspaper, in 1982-1985 G. He has been working as a deputy editor-in-chief in the publishing house named after Ghulam, and since 1985, he has been working as an editor-in-chief of the "Sharq tyzni" magazine. He also worked as a deputy of the Oliy Majlis of the Republic of Uzbekistan and the chairman of the Press and Information Committee. O'tkir Hashimov's career began with journalism, and his first book was published in 1962 under the name "Steel Rider". His first story was published in 1963 under the name "Four Letters". Later, the short story "Desert Air" (1963) was created based on this story. The letter received from teacher Abdulla Qahhar about this story inspired and encouraged the young writer.

2.1. Artistic and philosophical features of Otkir Hashimov's work “Writings in the margin of notebook”.
The work "Inscriptions on the border of the notebook" is polished throughout the life, until it reaches this state. And as the writer himself said, the heart of the village needs the mind of the city. While reading this work, you will not be caught anywhere, and you will admire the writer's ingenuity. After reading the book, I was confused about one sentence: The smartest animal in the world is the fish! First, dumb. Second, it consistently licks its tail! When you read this sentence, you think that it is just about fish, but in my opinion, this phrase is not used for fish, because through fish, there is a lot of speech directed at people. At the heart of it. In my opinion, the writer wants to say: The less you say, the more If you try and don't give thanks for what you have done, you are one of the smartest people in the world. This can be understood in another way: if you do something good for someone and then thank him again, then your kindness will be blown away. It is not surprising that the saying "fish knows if he doesn't know" comes up. If we focus on the story "Stork" in this work, Mother was young. Mother was happy. The boy was a cave, the boy was a baby... One day, mother and child went to the village - to their distant relatives. The mother kept her height and walked often, and the child was excitedly watching the surrounding scenery. There was a huge maple tree in the village, half of which was blown away by lightning. The boy was amazed when he saw the tree: on the branch of the maple tree, a huge nest was visible, and in the nest was a bird with long legs and a beak. The boy stopped as if he had seen a miracle. "What's that, honey?" he said without taking his eyes off that side. "Stork, my son, stork!" the mother stroked her son's head. - Go on, my dear. The boy had never seen such a bird. The bird was standing on one leg for some reason. He stopped again. - What is it, honey? - said Tagin looking at the top of the maple tree. - Stork, my son, stork. - Why is he standing on one leg? Mother laughed: - One leg must be tired. Go on, my dear. The boy had never seen such a bird. For some reason, the bird stretched its neck and waved its beak towards the sky, then the sound of "crack-crack" was heard. The boy stopped again. - What is he, honey? There was joy in his eyes. There was surprise. Mother was in a hurry. He had a thousand jobs. He has yet to return to the city. "I said stork, madman," he said, gently bending down and kissing his son's cheek. - he is greeting you. Mother was young. Mother was happy. ... Thirty-five years have passed since then. The boy became a young man. Mother is old. The inscriptions on the border of the notebook. The light went out of his eyes. One day, the mother and child together went to that village again. The young man often walked with his tall legs, and the mother came, carrying her tired legs and stomping. There is still a maple tree in Guzar that was half blown away by lightning. Look at this: on the branch of the plane tree, a huge nest was still visible, and in the nest was a stork with long legs and a beak. The young man looked at the stork and quickened his pace. The mother, who was coming behind, stared at the plane tree, the darkening nest on the branch of the plane tree. The thing hanging on the branch seemed strange to his eyes. - What is it, my son? - he said stopping. -Stork, honey, stork! Mother did not hear well. He walked three or four steps and stopped again. Something pale is visible inside the basket. I wonder... - What, my son? - he said blinking his eyes. The boy stopped. He got fed up. He is in a hurry: he has a thousand things to do! When a person becomes old, he will be crushed! - Stork! said Jerkib. "I'm talking about a stork, you're a fool!" Having said that, he often walked away angrily. Nachora, young man, young man. He has a lot of work. he still has to return to the city... He has a lot of work to do. he still has to go back to the city... He has a cave, babies... When you read this story, you will feel sorry for the mother and you will think of your mother, wondering if I didn't treat my mother like that.