Business and its types

Zulayho Sultonaliyeva, daughter of Sultonaliyeva Zulayho Sherzod

Jizzakh branch of the National University of Uzbekistan named after
Student of group 131-23, majoring in economics (by industries and sectors)

Abstract: The official rules of business are the procedure for conducting business established by legal documents and state regulations. Informal rules are rules that have not been established by law, but have been preserved in the form of custom from time immemorial. The rule of words and honesty can be included in these sentences Key words: business, enterprise, businessman, property,
money, economy, agro, finance, commerce, Trade, organization, businessman.

Market economy is based on business. Business is an English word (bussines) that means work, activity, occupation. Business is defined in economics as follows.
“Business is an economic activity aimed at the risk of certain people or people united in an enterprise-organization, and is aimed at profiting from it or withdrawing money from money.”

Business is also called entrepreneurship and entrepreneurship. In a broad sense, business means earning money, making money. But this is not earning money in any way, but earning money by
engaging in work that benefits people, relieves their needs, and relieves their pain. Money can be made through extortion, racketeering or fraud, but this is not a business.

Business is commercial work, that is, work for money, not for free.
But business is different from working for hire. A businessman, that is, a businessman, has his own work, he is independent, has his own capital, he puts it to any work, he is not dependent on a boss. A
hired worker does not have his own work, he works for someone else, he is not the owner of capital, he is dependent on the employer.

Entrepreneurship arises when there is creativity in business. For example, land, money, the owner of a house or car becomes an entrepreneur when he uses it himself to provide services or
create products. The owner of the property is engaged in the rental business, but is not an entrepreneur. There are also rich people who get rich from the interest on their money or lend their money (often currency) to usury. These are also wealthy businessmen, but not entrepreneurs.

Business is, first of all, making money by engaging in legal, authorized work. Depending on your character, business will be open – legal and covert – illegal. A licensed business is legal, it is conducted openly. Open business is an activity that makes people’s lives prosperous. Clandestine business is business that is prohibited by law. An example of this is the drug business and the arms business, which harms the health of people, especially young people, and makes them feel bad.

Types of business differ depending on what kind of goods and services are created as a result of it and in which field it takes place.
Business types are divided into Agro (agricultural) business, Financial business, Medical business and Industrial business, Show business, Travel business, Trade business, Sports business.

The more types of paid – commercial activities there are, the more types of business there are, and the scale of business expands.
Not everyone is engaged in business, but those who have the ability to earn money. Spending money is possible for everyone, but finding money and increasing it requires a unique ability. This is called
entrepreneurial ability. Nowadays, only 5-8% of school graduates go into business. People engaged in business are different, for example, the first type: Individuals, that is, those who do business with
themselves and their families.

The second type: those who do business as part of a community or as a partner. Third types: State business – doing business on behalf of the state. A sole proprietorship is the most common and most inclusive type of business that relies on private ownership. Business in the community has also developed. State business is limited and kept in very important areas.

Business cannot be limited to production enterprises and farms, because wherever there is money to be made, there is business.
Paid universities (for example, Harvard University in the USA), colleges, schools, hospitals, theaters, concert halls, movie studios, sports clubs are also engaged in business. Sports clubs receive money by showing sports games and fights, sell the right to show them to television companies, receive a share of the money wagered on them, receive money for advertising, train and sell athletes (for
example, a rich football club buys a good player for 20, 50 and even 90 million dollars takes.

So, whoever has the opportunity to earn money, will be engaged in this business. But they are busy with business to different degrees.
Summary; Although there are many people engaged in business, not all of them become businessmen (or women).

A businessman is not a person who engages in business occasionally, for fun or to earn additional income, but a person who is permanently engaged in this business, who has turned it into his
profession and devoted his life to it.

References:
Olmasov, Ahmadjon.
Fundamentals of economic knowledge: (Textbook for academic lyceums and vocational colleges) – T.:
Publishing house named after Gafur Ghulam, 2008.-144 b
2. https://uzinterbiz.com
3.https://uz.atomiyme.com

Goran Tomic is a Collisionist Autodidact Artist from Sydney, Australia who has exhibited his collages, video installations and performance art over the past 25 years. Raised on Rauschenberg and born posthumously he Flaneur’s the urban decay searching for his Wilderness robe.

Trapped in the Blinding Contrails

a star has jetted down the sky,
drowning me in its blinding contrails,

my legs flail in their search for footholds, 
but they sky holds none.

weathered scrolls with evanescent words map my cavernous world,
ruling out the life my heart considers a cocoon.

i seem to be lost on this winding path,
despite the plethora of hands pushing me forward.

being myself isn’t an option when my life
is a totality of my predecessors’.

my struggles in the contrails are measured by perfectionist eyes.
let me out of the sky, find me somewhere beneath the earth.

i wish to be a lone ‘one’ and not just a product of one and one,
i wish not my life to be thrown into the mausoleum of my predecessors’.

and while I stay adrift in the skies tonight, i try not to drown my successor
in the blinding contrails i leave behind.



What Father Calls Language

I come from a corner of the world
where you have to clip the wings of your words with scissors
so they don’t fly from your throat
into your audience’s brain through the wrong hole.

Father says I don’t have to move my lips
before the words ooze into my listener’s brain
because language isn’t what I speak or write,
it is that which revolves in my head.
unsaid. unheard.


When it Climaxes…

my eyes widen, the cornea stretches,
the brown pupils growing rounder and larger,
multiplying the proximity between the eyelids.

my lungs call for air but air seems to stop moving
at the vestibules of my nose.

the airs on every part of me arise like soldiers
responding to the call of duty.

my right hand, despite being shackled by my wristwatch,
flails freely in the air, the popcorn in the captivity
of its fingers roll backwards, finding the way out,
while the left one grasping the popcorn cup remains immobile in the air.

my legs are caged in my canvas shoes,
rooted to a spot like the iroko.

a piece of popcorn awaiting its fate
-- to be crunched to death by the ruthless molars
and drowned in the sea of saliva that flows down my belly --
drops back into the cup, followed by
a drop of saliva that my tongue catches mid-air.

my eyes dart left & right, front & back,
searching through the myriad of faces that swarm around me,
for whoever might have seen me drool.
but none! everyone else suffers this fate.

my eyes fly back to the huge wall before me
where the pictures move, move & move again.

that’s a huge plot twist, i must confess.


When Love Beckons

follow with your head and not your heart,
cause the heart is a fool that makes too many mistakes
that put your poor head in trouble,
and let it resound through the chambers of your ventricle 
that love is but blind,
so keep your eyes open,
as you traverse the realm of love,
so you don’t crash into the disaster that shatters your heart.

Cloud and sun

In the vast bosom of the sky,
Tinctures "blessed youth".
I'm tired of watching
Light is a generous sun.

To share my love
It was the sun's turn.
Unceasing cloud,
Share the tears.

So the sun changed,
Thanks to the cloud.
My service is over
I also give my light.

The sun is tied around his waist,
ready for service
Cloud's tears,
Dice turn into light.

A house by the river
A lonely house on the bank of the river,
Who was watching and waiting for?
Tevarak is surrounded by green trees,
How many days were crowded or lonely?

Not one guest, one thousand and one people.
Thankful refuge for all.
The passenger does not separate, does not choose at all.
It is a sin not to open the door.

The fury of winter, the day of the Koran,
A boat companion tied to a tree.
He is destined to be rewarded,
The sad, sad look of the loved ones.


Mind

The skin of the mind, the universe decorates,
Don't worry about your behavior.
The tariff you are told is a description,
A flower will please your heart.

We are higher than the mountain that will raise your glory,
Your services are an example to many.
Enthusiasm is always a friend of the mind.
Be familiar with the truth.


Law of life

The ice that conquered the peaks of the mountains,
It slowly melts from the sun.
Rushing through the grass
They are sick when they look up.

Life gives by walking the path,
There will be those who are offended.
This is the law of life from time immemorial,
Everything would be great then


Ship

white ship with white sails,
Suzar in the sea wave.
The sails flutter,
The horn is at the height of the wind.

Heading towards the horizon,
The goal is goodness.
Accompanying people
Let's reach the goal.

A tiny white ship,
There is a lot of power in him.
Believe in his power,
Your intentions are answered.


Rainbow

In the middle of the day,
It rained suddenly.
Nature's wonderful,
He performed a miracle.

The garden faded away,
From the rustling sound.
Insects are amazed,
From this rustling sound.

The rain has stopped,

The sun is in its place.
The sky suddenly cleared,
He looked beautiful.

Seven kinds of rainbow
Samo smiles across the sky.
I love you
Unfortunately, Ming does not know.

Rainbow from my youth,
I love the shine.
A drop of water in the sun,
I know you will be punished.

Amirova Niginabonu was born in the village of Ibrahimota ,Nurabad district , Samarkand Region .The 8 th – grade student of the Samarkand Specialized Art Boarding School has published a book of poetry entitled ʼʼ Kaldirgochʼʼ His creative works were published in the youth magazine      ʼʼ Samarkand Mishoirasiʼʼ

MY MOTIVATIONS IN LIFE

Successful people always think positively. They always enjoy life no matter what. They are good at almost everything. It’s always nice to talk to them because they’re always smiling and friendly. Such people poison others with their happiness.  Successful people believe in themselves and their success. They never feel bad that “I can’t succeed” because they make every effort to learn everything in advance. However, even if something fails, they, unlike those who are harmed, ask themselves, “How did this happen and what should I do?” They ask the question and look for ways to get a positive result.  Successful people are not afraid of responsibility. They take responsibility for the decisions they make, even if they are difficult for others or risky. When you’re successful, you immediately have haters around you. Ignore them, don’t let criticism, pressure, emotional attacks make you weak. Build up your confidence and use your armor of confidence for good!!

What is the role of energy in our life? Why do I rarely take people close to me? There are different categories of people around us and we have to establish a relationship with them. I have been working on my spirituality and personal development for years and I want to share my findings with you! I avoid 3 categories of people very quickly, I don’t even read their messages: 1) He complains about his life, shares his pain with everyone, blames everyone and makes himself the victim 2) Interferes in the life of others, discusses and gossips about it; 3) Those who do not understand you, who only think they are right and give unsolicited advice. These 3 categories of people eat your energy. After you talk to a person who constantly complains about his life, makes himself miserable, blames everyone, his energy and aura of dirt will transfer to you. You feel powerless, unable to do anything. Those who interfere in other people’s lives and look for dirt under their fingernails can even make you sick. Gossip, discussions, finding fault with someone will darken your heart, and being too busy with things that have nothing to do with you is nothing more than wasting your energy. For example, I don’t care who is married, divorced or at war with someone. Those who always blame you, who do not understand even if you explain a million times, who look for dirt under their fingernails, are the biggest enemies of your energy. By the time you explain to them and justify yourself, you will be exhausted and nervous. Because he does not understand, does not want to understand. Because he himself is so negative, he thinks of others as well. I will forever block those who have bad suspicions about me, I will never talk to them. Because if you don’t do a thousand good deeds, he will suspect evil. Allah also said: “I am in the suspicions of my servant about me.” Whatever you suspect about people, he will show you. I rarely have close relationships with people. I do not allow negative energy to influence others. I don’t listen to anyone on personal matters, I don’t give advice. Because I don’t know the situation completely, and someone’s problems and pains definitely affect me. That’s why I stay away. Don’t let someone else’s dirty aura affect your beautiful life, don’t waste your valuable time discussing the lives of worthless people.

When you bring yourself to zero, that’s when positive energy flows into you. Zero is the strongest number and state in the world. The number, which represents nothingness, emptiness and nothingness, is a very powerful number. God created man innocent. At first he was zero to sin. That’s when he was the strongest. For example, you talk about your problems, let’s say you have 10-15 problems. You don’t have a car, your health is bad, you are unhappy with your family, and so on. Is it possible to erase these when you write them down on a piece of paper? Of course it is possible. But what can’t you turn off? Zero! You can’t erase an absence from a sheet.

QURBONOVA GULSANAM was born on April 16, 2006 in Dehkhanabad district of Kashkadarya region. She is currently a grade 10 student at school number 68 in Dehkhanabad district and is proud of the regional German language. She has also achieved many results in sports, table tennis, chess, checkers.

light and bitter

sunday lunchtime 
with my father 
in the cemetery  
wind striking stone
beating conflict 
bearing down   
scratched on a head 
marking the days 
four poems prowl
as i fly into deeds 
that bought me up 
for change
to bring me into line
to put me in these lines  
the imagery awakes
and in this mist of time
this son of york
moves effortlessly 
‘mongst the pines 
a slicing of anxiety that lies 
most pale in the moonlight
witness the nervous prayer
vistas that were there for us 
a very useful sunset
once more cut adrift
lover-to-be – begin
sex and secularity
show boats in the drink 
adolescent agitprop revisited
a really low shuck scuttle
across the backs 
of daunting zebras 
leap or they’ll come for you 
get down on the blanket then
harsh noise too dark 
once i was a walking erection
entitlement personified 
lewd passions break neck 
runaway class 
runaway signs 
sonic experiments 
ranging from riffs
exclude ecstasy 
include instances 
you know 
she whispered
you do know
gentle then 
gentlemen
we are subjects 
of the author 
of his latest 
and the world won’t end
oh delighting one
after all you will 
after all you’ve seen
full-lotus on the mantelpiece
a technique to be admired 
move on to more familiar hypnosis 
twist yourself into a tree 
incendiary personal collections
consisting of salacious clips
behaviour can be useful 
a fortune on the pools 
north carolina is drowning
and she is a million years old
in his pocket lies your breathing 
modern psychology fries
wavemakers made off 
with my waking  
red brick telephone lines 
yes sir she does have two kidneys 
racists are usually thick
the meat grinder has read your note 
but you are not excused   
a hundred-thousand potbellies
can’t be wrong
and personal chemistry 
can only take you so far
this blend of surreal chicanery 
is remaining  
weaving opening pieces
and having to make do 
so cease your 
fashionable scuttling
i also find that 
quite contrived 
we held 
we necked
as first rains 
hit the carriage
we decoded the typology
and oh what fun we had
live streaming the event
simplify and exemplify  
or you will be disturbed 
try to exercise 
begin to form softness 
sink into self-defence 
only partly consume yourself  
more profit for the shucksters 
out ways means way out
sullen leaps from the parapet 
my stares have been changed  
and both are rather weary now
coffee brews with queer desires 
following which and taking it on 
take what you want and get it to shore 
farewell yearning cobra 
cats that ridge their backs 
time to find 
the dreamlike 
frame mind 
abiding buttered cool 
blue-tiled pools and pixled fools
furnish them with everything 
be unconscious mind i said 
call it out then mother-hen 


and this is what that feels like

it creeps into you backwards 
with its bug eyes on your feet 
on a tight leash 
fold and unfold 
as the woodland comes to life 
in surroundings 
i wave she waving 
must run 
rice cake wars 
once factories made sure 
still jolly reader 
really bad got bored 
rather than wait 
the creature stirred 
who would have thought 
of virgin lands 
with ringing crystals 
so debauched 
who then is watching 
this unprecedented growth 
through a soft lens 
reach for a cigarette 
vodka 
this world 
has become a dark world 
murdering catamites 
behind a white picket fence 
what is on offer 
we bring you plate 



ransom note 

thought circuits bathed in flaming gravy
simple weird moments in a deep bass slot
fine dimly wondered march acoustics
sirloin beef broils there bypassing breath
this infernal whooping through my mucus 
has transformed the cold machinery of war    
break out the psalms and trance-like simul-
ations before the god of winds caresses 
your last breath counting your sleeps in a 
sound-proofed chamber recycling waste 
for a jollier death my knees have turned 
against me and now they’re spreading so 
there’s little else left here for me to do oh 
damn your dreams fish don’t want air and 
many more besides a little bit of ghostly’s 
gone astray go check for mail and mow 
the lawn and throw your groceries in the 
bin this must we see it cannot be it flows 
through graduated forms a stasis tube 
containing light a play with something 
different new concerns providing stranger 
personal effects aesthetic coffins ripened 
love buds please dear uncle am i then the 
one am i a shade of energy pulsating in 
and out of love of time not out of hate of 
signs but talk of peace that mimics all 
the body’s core and fights what should 
have made a difference and yet 
appears in more and more degrading 
revelations force fed into my conscious 
mind it’s what is endlessly desired 
discover walks and roots in forestation 
that renew then take up huge amounts 
of time – the moments must so easily 
slip by be still and concentrate as best 
you can with myra hindley on your 
knee a flash of bottled radishes pressed 
uo against your spine that so inflames 
the rash that your humanity decries






irrational darkening dream status 

a sinistere mouths 
and my glass eye rolls 
left arm draped 
in a short space
stake gibbet and cross
and repent 
base pernicious 
and degrading
fire and sword 
from lip to ear
crystallised 
into a creed
prenatal memory 
cognition
black fire town 
once there was
a red hot poker
now there’s only
central heating
shadow travellers 
offend 
a sort of rising 
for a few 
like-minded friends 
and what is left 
is postmarked quarantine
daisy gristle welts
green gnomes here lie 
and their chunks 
anastasia was disposed of
lady chatterley's 
a broken tuba now
her topical mouth 
is a gift shop
but it’s closed
whose contraption 
am i strapped upon
the master-key 
is in their hands
and i believe 
they watch my dreams
through apertures extending into space

Eddie Heaton studied innovative and experimental poetry under the tutelage of post-modern poet and educator Keith Jebb, achieving a first-class honours degree. He also won the 2021 Carcanet Award for Creative Writing. His work has been extensively published in a number of prestigious literary journals.

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red bones boiled in night porridge
my grandmother coughed every time bypassing the cemetery which does not exist
an inconspicuous shadow hangs on the wall of our high-rise building
birds peck at this shadow from hunger
crumbs of pigeon bread here stick to the asphalt
every grocery store in our area is going bankrupt
even the cats here don’t dare to leave a dead mouse without eating its flesh to the
end
glue for eyes and fingers in the form of world history falls on the eyelashes with
crumbs of hunger

https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/      

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the sky is so vain that the rain ends
a stranger with the face of death gives a dead kitten
dead kitten nibbles milky evening
and its dark around after the airstrike

https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/

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moonless night sensors
couple in love in blood and happiness
pleasure of the flesh develops into a play of shadows
the iron doors of the bedroom are bashfully silent
light bulbs don’t light for some unknown reason
only something inside the bellies warms the whole bedroom

https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/

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hungry children racing
with pigeons run to the yard
bread of tears and water of bodies –
in that order
little sons die each
time trying to
resurrect

even snakes share
their apples with the
starving

https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/

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broom of glances
forgive me for love
I will never forbid you
to die alone again

https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/03/07/poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh/

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I want to be a killer sleeping on crumpled grass
I want to be buried in crumpled grass

I want to kill
I want to be

Buried under the grass is a home for worms and insects
The buried has no room for error

I want to kill the war
I want to be home

https://thegravityofthething.com/untitled-poem-mykyta-ryzhykh-2/

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The bush is devoid of all berries
Autumn is now stripping off the leaves too
The future is uncertain

https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh

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By dying like the first time you teach me to feel sorry for you
A cry torn off by the wind is carried away leaving a silent emptiness
I don’t know how to feel sorry for you because you are indifferent to my regrets
Death is just a surprise box that you finally gave me
This is your first gift to me
This is the last gift

https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh

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I grab the tree but its branches don't care
I'm walking through the cemetery looking for life
I cry about the living because the
dead are indifferent to everything
I don't find anyone alive anywhere in this world
Only photographs on graves speak to me of love

https://boatsagainstthecurrent.org/poetry/3-poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh