Oskar va Pushti Honim

"Mushaklarning buyukligi emas balkim Ruh insonga kuch beradi".
Pushti Honim...

"Oskar va Pushti Honim"
Qancha ko'p o'qimayin har safar avtorning qobiliyatiga, falsafasiga tan bermay ilojim yuq. Zero har bir qismini, Oskarning har bir hatini deyarli yoddan bilsamda har o'qiganimda ta'sirlanaveraman...

Londonda ayni issiq qahva bilan deraza yonida kitob mutoala qiladigon ob-havo. Dam olish kunlaringiz maroqli o'tsin azizlar.

Mahzun

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ORZU ARTS

2007 yil Londonga ilk bor qadam qoyganimda bir kun kelib dunyoning Teatr markazlaridan biri bo'lmish shu ulkan shaharda men ham o'z teatr jamoamni yig'a olishga, qoyingki aqalli biron bir kichik asarni sahnaga olib chiqishga muyassar bo'laman deb oylamagan ham edim.
Ustozim, Toshkent Davlat San'at Oliygohining ko'zga ko'ringan Usta Murabbiylaridan biri Hamida Mahmudova "Teatr shunday sehirli dargohgki unga qadam qoydingmi, bas, fikru hayolingni bir umirga olib qoyadi" degan edilar. Darhaqiqat Teatr atalmish dargohning sehirli toriga ilinganimdan afsusda emasman. Shu "olamni" kezib sarson bo'lganimdan bahtlimanki zinhor dilivayron emasman.

O'tgan bir yarim yil ichida truppamiz bilan ikkita asarni o'z tashshabusimiz bilan Buyuk Britaniyaning poytahti bo'lmish Londonda tomoshabin e'tiboriga havola qildik. O'ylaymanki takrorlanmas O'rta Osiyo millatlarini san'atini elga tanitishda dengizdan tomchidek bo'lsada hissamizni qo'shishga muyassar bo'layapmiz.

Bu beminnat savob ishga sidqidildan bel bog'lagan vatandoshlarimiz bilan tanishing, ular: Abdurashid Shodiev , aktyor, tashkiliy ishlar  (Toshkent), Nazgul Jhuzumova aktyor (Bishkek), Sevara Yakubova  aktyor, raqs va sahna harakatlari (Toshkent),  Sardor Mirzahodjaev qoshiqchi va musiqachi, (Toshkent) va men Yuldosh Juraboev  rejhisyor, aktyor, (Osh, Fargona).

Oldinda hali yana rejalashtirilgan ulkan mashaqatli biroq lazzatli sarguzashtlar kutmoqda bizni.

Hozircha e'sa bizning web manzilga tashrif buyurib biz bilan yaqindan tanishib boring.
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fikr va mulohazalringizni doim iliq qarshi olamiz .

BORBAT. The Legend.

The world of artists and musicians contains many fascinating & little known legends.


BORBAT


The hands of many generations have entrusted me with this ancient story. It is a true account of the sufferings of real people who lived hundreds of years ago. Who am I? I am a follower of God: I have no home, no money. Some people call me a homeless dervish, some say I am mad, but I do not care for it is my life’s holy mission to walk this earth and tell this extraordinary tale.
Today it is your turn to hear it, to rescue it from oblivion. Stay with me and listen. Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a great kingdom far, far to the West. The sun shone upon its green fields, its beautiful lakes and mountains. It was ruled over by a wise king with such kindness that all his subjects loved him dearly and lived together happily, singing and dancing. But our story is not about this beautiful country, nor about its people; it concerns the king’s favorite horse... Actually this story is not even about the king’s horse, but about a brave hearted musician.
Let us begin! In the castle of the king there were many musicians, but one was far greater than all the others; his name was Borbat. And what was so special about him? Well, he was young and brave, clever and strong and he played the tambour. When the king was sad, Borbat would play the tambour for him; when he met with his concubines and when he ate, Borbat would always play. In fact he would even accompany the king onto the battlefield, for he knew the music from his tambour brought him courage and strength. Even a thousand archers shooting their arrows could not silence Borbat, and for this unending loyalty the king loved him dearly. Now let me tell you something about the king’s horse and how the king came to love him so dearly too. In fact this was no ordinary horse, but a beautiful creature, with a long flowing mane. Strong and brave, the horse was also very clever and always brought the king home safely from the battlefield. Whenever he was galloping, the king felt he was flying through the sky.  The king always took great care of Borbat and of his horse, protecting them both as he would two precious diamonds, for he knew that if the moment ever came, they would give up even their hearts to him.
One day the king threw a great party in the castle, with wine and food, music and dancing. As he sat on his throne watching the throng of revellers, he began to consider how so many years had slipped through his fingers.
Suddenly he leapt from his seat like thunder on a sunny day and cried out:

-          Everyone stop! The guests were amazed and turned their attention to the king.

-          This is my royal decree, which I proclaim once only. Listen to me, and 
remember this for the rest of your lives. When the time finally comes for my horse to depart this life, whoever should bring me the news will lose his head.
Gravely he left the hall. He left alone. Knowing the king as well as he knew himself, Borbat quickly took measure of the situation and began to play his tambour. Very soon the guests were dancing and enjoying the party once again. After this the months passed, maybe years too for nobody cared to count them. One stormy night, when it was raining heavily outside, the moment had finally come for the king’s horse to pass away. As it happened, the king was away from the castle taking a rest at his summer palace in the country. Ministers were thrown into confusion and recalling the king’s terrible decree, dared not send a messenger to inform him.
However time was passing rapidly and the secret could not be kept for long. The king could return at any moment.

-    Allow me to bring this sad news to my king! – said, brave hearted Borbat to the frightened ministers.

-          Let me find a way to save your lives! Of course everyone was delighted at Borbat’s suggestion, even if secretly they thought he must be mad. Taking his tambour onto his shoulder, Borbat set off to meet with the king. He sang the whole journey long, beseeching the gods, the stars, the sun, moon and sky to give strength to his beloved king. When at last he reached the summer palace, he found the king in his garden, already lost in melancholy thoughts. The flowers around him seemed to hang their heads. Borbat remained at a distance so the king would not see him, and he took his tambour from his shoulder. At the first gentle sounds of his quiet strumming, the birds knew Borbat had come, and ceased to sing. All the animals fell silent and even the wind stopped blowing; the flowers too lifted up their petals and prepared themselves to listen. The king too realized that Borbat had come to amuse him and for one brief moment a light shone in his sad eyes.
Now Borbat started to play and with his music conjured up a vision of a thousand horses racing faster and faster, stampeding headlong towards them. As the thunder of their galloping hooves grew ever closer, all who listened began to tremble inside. Caught up in this magical dream, the king remembered his warring days and, was on the very point of calling for his battle armour, when suddenly, the music stopped.


-         No!, - cried the king. His body broke into a cold sweat and he felt the pain of a thousand needles piercing his very soul.
In an instant the dream had vanished. He realized that a life and not the music had come to an end…. the end of his horse’s life. He turned to Borbat and asked:-         Is he dead? Borbat gave no reply. Taking his tambour onto his shoulder, he bowed low before the king and left in silence and no one stood in his way. The king understood immediately. Nobody had brought him the news. He had lost his most loyal companion….
Many years have passed since then, maybe thousands, I do not know. This ancient legend about Borbat, the king and his horse I have carried across rivers and seas and now you know it too.