<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:tt="http://teletype.in/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/"><channel><title>@n1lufar</title><generator>teletype.in</generator><description><![CDATA[@n1lufar]]></description><link>https://teletype.in/@n1lufar?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_rss&amp;utm_campaign=n1lufar</link><atom:link rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="https://teletype.in/rss/n1lufar?offset=0"></atom:link><atom:link rel="next" type="application/rss+xml" href="https://teletype.in/rss/n1lufar?offset=10"></atom:link><atom:link rel="search" type="application/opensearchdescription+xml" title="Teletype" href="https://teletype.in/opensearch.xml"></atom:link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2026 23:04:02 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2026 23:04:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><item><guid isPermaLink="true">https://teletype.in/@n1lufar/y4ywCdwTWL</guid><link>https://teletype.in/@n1lufar/y4ywCdwTWL?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_rss&amp;utm_campaign=n1lufar</link><comments>https://teletype.in/@n1lufar/y4ywCdwTWL?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_rss&amp;utm_campaign=n1lufar#comments</comments><dc:creator>n1lufar</dc:creator><title>My butterfly 🦋</title><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2025 17:55:22 GMT</pubDate><media:content medium="image" url="https://img3.teletype.in/files/e2/41/e2418bcf-6829-4982-9e28-e4fc7e01ebe4.png"></media:content><description><![CDATA[<img src="https://img4.teletype.in/files/30/4a/304ac792-ab13-45a1-9cfe-566210453287.png"></img>Tungi Seoul kõchalari, atrof jimjit, uylarning chiroği õchiq hamma uyquda lekin ikki insondan tashqari... Bu Mikasa va Jimin edi. Ularning ikkisini ham yuragi ğash, bir biri haqida õylashardi. Ular bir birlarini õylashgani sari ularning yuragida begona va ğalatiroq his to bora oshib borardi lekin ikkisi ham bilmasdi bu qanday hisligini.]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[
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  <h2 id="M7a8">Ep1</h2>
  <h2 id="AYpJ">Author:Suri</h2>
  <p id="hJJ3">Tungi Seoul kõchalari, atrof jimjit, uylarning chiroği õchiq hamma uyquda lekin ikki insondan tashqari... Bu Mikasa va Jimin edi. Ularning ikkisini ham yuragi ğash, bir biri haqida õylashardi. Ular bir birlarini õylashgani sari ularning yuragida begona va ğalatiroq his to bora oshib borardi lekin ikkisi ham bilmasdi bu qanday hisligini.</p>
  <h3 id="Indn">FLASHBACK: 1 OY OLDIN</h3>
  <p id="Nn28">Mikasa 17 yashar, 11-sinf õquvchisi edi. U maktabga borib oynaga qarab onasi haqida õylab õtirar gohida ustozni tinglab darsda qatnashardi. U sinfning eng a&#x27;lochi õquvchisi, lekin hali hechkimga kõngil qõymagan edi. Unga juda kõp marta &quot;munosabat&quot; haqida takliflar kelgan lekin u ularni rad etardi. U sevgiga ishonmasdi, sevgi u uchun yolğon edi va u bunday õylashiga sabab uning ota-onasi edi, otasi õtgan oy boshqa bir ayolga kõngil qõyib Mikasani tashab ketgandi. Mikasaning onasi kasal edi shuning Mikasa õqishdan qaytgach onasining dorilariga pul topish uchun ishlardi. Lekin 1 hafta oldin uning sinfiga yangi oʻquvchi keldi. Ismi &quot;Jimin&quot; edi.</p>
  <p id="QRqJ">—Bolalar, bugun sinfimizga yangi oʻquvchi keldi umid qilamanki tezda chiqishib ketasizlar. Jimin kiraver</p>
  <p id="dFeC">Oʻqituvchi jiminni chaqirgandan sõng jimin ichkariga kirdi. U juda ham chiroyli lekin sovuqqon kõrinardi. Sinfda shovqin kõtarildi ammo faqatgina Mikasa indamasdan õtirar edi</p>
  <p id="MfbH">—Ustoz biz rostan ham shunday xunuk bola bilan õqishimiz kerakmi? Ikkichi hamdur a?</p>
  <p id="bB2y">Bu Mikasaning yaqin õğil bola dõsti Jin edi. Jin bu gaplari Jiminga ta&#x27;sir qiladi va urishadi deb õyladi lekin Jimin shunchaki indamasdan turaverdi huddi Jinning gaplarini eshitmagandek</p>
  <p id="0W45">— Jin yana boshladingmi, xuddi õzing õqishni qoyilatib qõygandek gapirishingni qara</p>
  <p id="fqNh">Bu Mira, Mikasaning yaqin dugonasi. Ular bolalikdan katta bõlgan uch dõstlar: Jin, Mikasa, Mira. Mira sinf a&#x27;lochisi bõyicha 2-õrinda edi, Jin esa sinf bezorisi edi.</p>
  <p id="kf73">—Bolalar urushmangalar, Va Jin iltimos hurmatni saqla u hali senga hech narsa qilgani yõqku (Ustoz)</p>
  <p id="3ZyF">—Hop hop, tõğri gapni gapirsam ham men yomon (Jin)</p>
  <p id="Z5p4">—Aldama! Seni tõğrisini aytmayabsan, qara u qanday chiroyli sen esa uni xunuk deding! (Sinfdoshligisi)</p>
  <p id="Gdsb">—Ha, u rostan ham kelishgan, sen esa shunchaki u sening chiroy bõyicha õrningni olib qõyishidan qõrqayabsan!</p>
  <p id="zGwC">— Ha! Shunday u sen dan ham kelishganroq!</p>
  <p id="sbA5">Shunday qilib sinfda shovqin va urush boshlanib ketdi. Bu vaqtda Jimin ularning urushidan zerikgan edi</p>
  <p id="W3gP">—Jimin, Mikasaning oldi bõsh ekan usha yerga borib õtir. Oyna tarafdagi oxirgi parta (ustoz)</p>
  <p id="epI5">— Hop bõladi ustoz.</p>
  <p id="0noK">Jimin Mikasaning oldiga borib õtirarkan Ularning ikkisi ham bir biriga gapirmas, shunchaki jim õtirishardi. Boshqa qizlar esa allaqachon Jiminni qizğanishni boshlashgan edi. Kunlar shu zaylda oʻtaverdi, Jimin esa sinf a&#x27;lochisiga aylandi va ikkinchi õringa Mikasa õtdi keyinchalik u uchunchi õringa keyin esa umuman a&#x27;lochilar safidan chiqib ketdi. Oldinlari Mikasa birinchi õrinda turar va õz õrnini hech kimga berib qõymasdi ammo u hozir kõproq ishlash bilan band edi. Kunlarning birida Mikasa õzining locker(anu chet el maktablarida ulani õzini shkafi bõladiku usha, õzbechasini topomadm🤦‍♀️) lockeriga kitoblarini joylashtirdi va darsga kech qolayotganini sezib yugurib sinf xona tomon yõl oldi lekin u birdan Jiminning ustiga yiqilib tushdi, jimin ustozdan javob olib tashqariga chiqgan edi va tõğri Mikasaning qarshisidan chiqib qoldi</p>
  <p id="PxAR">—Aysh... Uzur sõrayman sizni kõrmay qolgan edim (Mikasa)</p>
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  <p id="4eBv">Ep2</p>
  <p id="S8QL">Author: Suri 🫧</p>
  <p id="IBBz">—Aysh... Uzur sõrayman sizni kõrmay qolgan edim (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="lbbM">—Hechqisi yõq, lekin keyingi safar yõlinga qarab yur (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="dOBw">—Hop, yana bir marta kechirasiz... Ahvolingiz yaxshimi? (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="PeyW">— Ha ahvolim yaxshi ammo sening qõling shikastlanibti... (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="pZfM">Mikasa qõliga qaradi va qõli biroz lat yeganini endi payqadi</p>
  <p id="thwV">— Haaa... Hechqisi yõq bõlib turadi (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="GrSU">— Ha tõğri (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="sz8m">Shu kundan keyin ular dõst chiqishishdi. Jimin ham Mikasaning yaqin dõstlaridan biriga aylandi. Mikasa Jiminga hayoti haqida gapirib berdi, Jimin Mikasani uyigacha kuzatib qõyardi xullas ular yaqin dõstlar chiqishishdi. Lekin ularning yuragida shunchaki dõstlik emas, noaniq bir his uygʻonib borardi.</p>
  <p id="oWoY">Jin esa hali ham usha usha bezori, Mira esa Jinga oshiq bõlgan edi lekin buni sir saqlar edi.</p>
  <p id="1O4R"><strong>COMEBACK</strong></p>
  <p id="KGY4">Jimin va Mikasa bir birini haligacham õylab yotishardi va birinchi bõlib Mikasa uyquga ketdi.</p>
  <p id="yrFm">Ertalab soat 6:45<br />Jimin hali ham uxlar edi ammo Mikasa allaqachon turgan va Shifoxinada onasining oldida edi. Mikasa sokin shifoxona palatasida oynadan tashqariga qarab onasining uyğonishini kutar edi. Birozdan sõng Jimin ham turdi. Jimin yuz-qõlini yuvub nonushta qilgach, Mikasaga telefon qildi</p>
  <p id="a9V0">— Alo, eshitaman? (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="tTOy">—Mm Mikasa salom (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="KWd3">—Salom, Jimin tinchlikmi ertalabdan qilibsan?</p>
  <p id="mbnR">—Ha tinchlik shunchaki ovozingni eshitgim keldi (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="IFvz">— Ovozimni? Nega ? (Mikasa kulib)</p>
  <p id="IF5o">—Shunchaki... Uyingdamisan? (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="Aufu">—Yõq shifoxonada oyimning oldida edim (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="wwNk">—Haa... Bugun maktabga kelasanmi? (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="HZEk">—Ha albatta kelaman (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="o6Qe">Biroz noqulay tinchlikdan sõng ular hayrlashishdi</p>
  <p id="tc4H">—Qizim, kim edi u bola? (Mikasaning onasi)</p>
  <p id="2LkQ">Onasining bu savolidan Mikasa chõchib ketdi, chunki u onasini uxlayapti deb õylagandi.</p>
  <p id="ubNZ">—H-hechkim emas onajon, shunchaki sinfdoshim... (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="Sn9v">—Sinfdoshim de? Hm ...</p>
  <p id="Yy5R">Mikasaning onasi Mikasaga shubhada kõz yugurtib qaradi</p>
  <p id="05qr">—Ha ha oyijon sinfdoshim</p>
  <p id="p2bJ">—Sen uni yoqtirasanmi? U bilan hayojanlanib va uyalib gaplashding?</p>
  <p id="XTyB">Mikasaning yuragi onasining bu gapidan soʻng xuddi tutilgan õğridek pastga tushib ketgandek bõldi, u õzi ham nima boʻlayotganini tushunmasdi va bilmasdi</p>
  <p id="FL56">—Yoğe ona shunchaki gaplashdik</p>
  <p id="ipZC">—Sinfdoshing bõlsa yaxshi... Lekin hammaga yuraginni ochaverma qizim, odamlarga ishonch yõq</p>

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  <p id="J3qq">Ep2</p>
  <p id="3lhb">Author: Suri 🫧</p>
  <p id="hHB7">—Aysh... Uzur sõrayman sizni kõrmay qolgan edim (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="FX3n">—Hechqisi yõq, lekin keyingi safar yõlinga qarab yur (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="le38">—Hop, yana bir marta kechirasiz... Ahvolingiz yaxshimi? (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="L1hM">— Ha ahvolim yaxshi ammo sening qõling shikastlanibti... (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="56ml">Mikasa qõliga qaradi va qõli biroz lat yeganini endi payqadi</p>
  <p id="Txjf">— Haaa... Hechqisi yõq bõlib turadi (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="ohPP">— Ha tõğri (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="RqYs">Shu kundan keyin ular dõst chiqishishdi. Jimin ham Mikasaning yaqin dõstlaridan biriga aylandi. Mikasa Jiminga hayoti haqida gapirib berdi. Jimin  doim maktabdan sõng Mikasani uyigacha kuzatib qõyadigan va birga keladigan bõldi xullas ular yaqin dõstlar bõlishdi. Lekin ularning yuragida shunchaki dõstlik emas, noaniq bir his uygʻonib borardi.</p>
  <p id="5BQ2">Jin esa hali ham usha usha bezori, Mira esa Jinga oshiq bõlgan edi lekin buni sir saqlar edi.</p>
  <h3 id="yHl8">COMEBACK</h3>
  <p id="jGL2">Jimin va Mikasa bir birini haligacham õylab yotishardi va birinchi bõlib Mikasa uyquga ketdi.</p>
  <p id="f1pg">Ertalab soat 6:45<br />Jimin hali ham uxlar edi ammo Mikasa allaqachon turgan va Shifoxinada onasining oldida edi. Mikasa sokin shifoxona palatasida oynadan tashqariga qarab onasining uyğonishini kutar edi. Birozdan sõng Jimin ham turdi. Jimin yuz-qõlini yuvub nonushta qilgach, Mikasaga telefon qildi</p>
  <p id="oDk7">— Alo, eshitaman? (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="mjOr">—Mm Mikasa salom (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="6sh1">—Salom, Jimin tinchlikmi ertalabdan qilibsan?</p>
  <p id="ku9u">—Ha tinchlik shunchaki ovozingni eshitgim keldi (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="3wkX">— Ovozimni? Nega ? (Mikasa kulib)</p>
  <p id="Agsa">—Shunchaki... Uyingdamisan? (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="g0X6">—Yõq shifoxonada oyimning oldida edim (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="FFAa">—Haa... Bugun maktabga kelasanmi? (Jimin)</p>
  <p id="Vrf9">—Ha albatta kelaman (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="imig">Biroz noqulay tinchlikdan sõng ular hayrlashishdi</p>
  <p id="E3tE">—Qizim, kim edi u bola? (Mikasaning onasi)</p>
  <p id="v5vh">Onasining bu savolidan Mikasa chõchib ketdi, chunki u onasini uxlayapti deb õylagandi.</p>
  <p id="I8dP">—H-hechkim onajon, shunchaki sinfdoshim... (Mikasa)</p>
  <p id="JHll">—Sinfdoshim de? Hm ...</p>
  <p id="0HNU">Mikasaning onasi Mikasaga shubhada kõz yugurtib qaradi</p>
  <p id="kCHH">—Ha ha oyijon sinfdoshim</p>
  <p id="C4R9">—Sen uni yoqtirasanmi? U bilan hayojanlanib va uyalib gaplashding?</p>
  <p id="J6l7">Mikasaning yuragi onasining bu gapidan soʻng xuddi tutilgan õğridek pastga tushib ketgandek bõldi, u õzi ham nima boʻlayotganini tushunmasdi va bilmasdi</p>
  <p id="k0jU">—Yoğe ona shunchaki gaplashdik</p>
  <p id="nuQu">—Sinfdoshing bõlsa yaxshi... Lekin hammaga yuraginni ochaverma qizim, odamlarga ishonch yõq</p>

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  <p id="bQI5"><em>Ep1Author: <strong>Suri 🫧</strong></em></p>
  <p id="TqlP">Tungi Seoul kõchalari, atrof jimjit, uylarning chiroği õchiq hamma uyquda lekin ikki insondan tashqari... Bu Mikasa va Jimin edi. Ularning ikkisini ham yuragi ğash, bir biri haqida õylashardi. Ular bir birlarini õylashgani sari ularning yuragida begona va ğalatiroq his to bora oshib borardi lekin ikkisi ham bilmasdi bu qanday hisligini.</p>
  <h3 id="XbEj">FLASHBACK: 1 OY OLDIN</h3>
  <p id="mlUr">Mikasa 17 yashar, 11-sinf õquvchisi edi. U maktabga borib oynaga qarab onasi haqida õylab õtirar gohida ustozni tinglab darsda qatnashardi. U sinfning eng a&#x27;lochi õquvchisi, lekin hali hechkimga kõngil qõymagan edi. Unga juda kõp marta &quot;munosabat&quot; haqida takliflar kelgan lekin u ularni rad etardi. U sevgiga ishonmasdi, sevgi u uchun yolğon edi va u bunday õylashiga sabab uning ota-onasi edi, otasi õtgan oy boshqa bir ayolga kõngil qõyib Mikasani tashab ketgandi. Mikasaning onasi kasal edi shuning Mikasa õqishdan qaytgach onasining dorilariga pul topish uchun ishlardi. Lekin 1 hafta oldin uning sinfiga yangi oʻquvchi keldi. Ismi &quot;Jimin&quot; edi.</p>
  <p id="Oqbm">—Bolalar, bugun sinfimizga yangi oʻquvchi keldi umid qilamanki tezda chiqishib ketasizlar. Jimin kiraver</p>
  <p id="4bpS">Oʻqituvchi jiminni chaqirgandan sõng jimin ichkariga kirdi. U juda ham chiroyli lekin sovuqqon kõrinardi. Sinfda shovqin kõtarildi ammo faqatgina Mikasa indamasdan õtirar edi</p>
  <p id="opah">—Ustoz biz rostan ham shunday xunuk bola bilan õqishimiz kerakmi? Ikkichi hamdur a?</p>
  <p id="qRU9">Bu Mikasaning yaqin õğil bola dõsti Jin edi. Jin bu gaplari Jiminga ta&#x27;sir qiladi va urishadi deb õyladi lekin Jimin shunchaki indamasdan turaverdi huddi Jinning gaplarini eshitmagandek</p>
  <p id="apr3">— Jin yana boshladingmi, xuddi õzing õqishni qoyilatib qõygandek gapirishingni qara</p>
  <p id="KwDB">Bu Mira, Mikasaning yaqin dugonasi. Ular bolalikdan katta bõlgan uch dõstlar: Jin, Mikasa, Mira. Mira sinf a&#x27;lochisi bõyicha 2-õrinda edi, Jin esa sinf bezorisi edi.</p>
  <p id="HJBb">—Bolalar urushmangalar, Va Jin iltimos hurmatni saqla u hali senga hech narsa qilgani yõqku (Ustoz)</p>
  <p id="6fTe">—Hop hop, tõğri gapni gapirsam ham men yomon (Jin)</p>
  <p id="ZkDW">—Aldama! Seni tõğrisini aytmayabsan, qara u qanday chiroyli sen esa uni xunuk deding! (Sinfdoshligisi)</p>
  <p id="yPyj">—Ha, u rostan ham kelishgan, sen esa shunchaki u sening chiroy bõyicha õrningni olib qõyishidan qõrqayabsan!</p>
  <p id="XIzn">— Ha! Shunday u sen dan ham kelishganroq!</p>
  <p id="hXgi">Shunday qilib sinfda shovqin va urush boshlanib ketdi. Bu vaqtda Jimin ularning urushidan zerikgan edi</p>
  <p id="voMY">—Jimin, Mikasaning oldi bõsh ekan usha yerga borib õtir. Oyna tarafdagi oxirgi parta (ustoz)</p>
  <p id="vn5b">— Hop bõladi ustoz.</p>
  <p id="jJPS">Jimin Mikasaning oldiga borib õtirarkan Ularning ikkisi ham bir biriga gapirmas, shunchaki jim õtirishardi. Boshqa qizlar esa allaqachon Jiminni qizğanishni boshlashgan edi. Kunlar shu zaylda oʻtaverdi, Jimin esa sinf a&#x27;lochisiga aylandi va ikkinchi õringa Mikasa õtdi keyinchalik u uchunchi õringa keyin esa umuman a&#x27;lochilar safidan chiqib ketdi. Oldinlari Mikasa birinchi õrinda turar va õz õrnini hech kimga berib qõymasdi ammo u hozir kõproq ishlash bilan band edi. Kunlarning birida Mikasa õzining locker(anu chet el maktablarida ulani õzini shkafi bõladiku usha, õzbechasini topomadm🤦‍♀️) lockeriga kitoblarini joylashtirdi va darsga kech qolayotganini sezib yugurib sinf xona tomon yõl oldi lekin u birdan Jiminning ustiga yiqilib tushdi, jimin ustozdan javob olib tashqariga chiqgan edi va tõğri Mikasaning qarshisidan chiqib qoldi</p>
  <p id="74tL"><em>—Aysh... Uzur sõrayman sizni kõrmay qolgan edim (Mikasa)</em></p>

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