​​​​​​​​​​​​#Audiokitob Tinglang va so'zlarning talaffuziga | Ingliz tilini o'rganamiz

​​​​​​​​​​​​#Audiokitob
Tinglang va so'zlarning talaffuziga e'tibor bering
The Last Leaf (by O.Henry)

Part 5:

Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner.
The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window.
"Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly.
Sue obeyed.
After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center.
But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground.
It is the last one, said Johnsy. I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time.
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer.

#Reading #Listening

️@ingliz_tiliuz