Ecology and me

What do we mean by ecology? Ecology is a complex of biological sciences that studies the structure of systems, populations, biocenoses, biogeocenoses, that is, the structure of the ecosystem and the biosphere, the processes that take place in them. The term ecology was coined in 1866 by the German scientist E. Haeckel. He proposed to define relations with it. Thus, he introduced this term to science. 

Ecology emerged as a science in the 18th and 19th centuries. It developed rapidly in the 20th century. The influence of man on ecology and ecology on man is great. Although ecological environments can sometimes deteriorate under the influence of natural conditions, they can cause damage and disorder due to human influence.

Disturbance of the ecological balance has a deep and bad effect on human health. Therefore, do your best to prevent and eliminate environmental problems!

What can you think of as environmental problems? One of the main problems is air pollution and global warming. Due to the humidification of the air, the ozone layer is collapsing. The cause of this problem is the harmful gases emitted by businesses and cars. If we talk about the problem of global warming, as a result of this, glaciers are melting and animals living on these glaciers are dying. Especially polar bears. Due to this, it is necessary to reduce and eliminate the occurrence of such problems.

Kurolova Dilnura Shokirjon's daughter was born on October 15, 2009 in Gurlan district of Khorezm region. Today she is a 9th grade student of the 30th school in the district. She knows English and Turkish. "Kenya times", "Raven Cage" and "Classico Opine" magazines published creative work. She's part of the "Dillmir" free volunteer movement and "Intilish" free volunteer movement organizations volunteer and general manager and the "Golden wing" free volunteer movement organization district coordinator and Young Leaders club. coordinator. She is the holder of about 50 international certificates. She also appeared on Khorezm region television for taking pride of place in the book competition.

The Doctor Is In

There was no Grace in the late afternoon. The ordinarily green, groomed lawns were typically filled with the laughter of children. Not to say the little ones were absent from expressing their imaginations in play, but instead the yards were in disarray. For she wasn't to be seen. The afternoon just wasn't the same. No energetic wave. No smile. Not even a story from the adventures of her youth, as she usually provided just after exiting her car. The neighborhood had grown accustomed to her car turning the corner just three houses from her driveway and thereby illuminating faces like sunshine in spring. But she was late. It was dark. The sun had set on another autumn evening. The streets were vacant, but there was vacancy in her heart for those she missed. However, all the children were summoned by the twilight which just passed before she walked home from the nearest bus stop. A streetlamp flickered until it reached its full illumination.

There was Grace. The other passengers on the bus had never seen this new face. The interior lights flashed on as the bus driver exclaimed his disgruntled opinion about his employer and wondered how the lights worked after their lengthy disorder. The typical non-conversational atmosphere was broken by the first person who mirrored the silent salutation of her smile. The surrounding passengers were enthralled by the tale of the Great Physician -- a story she often relayed to new people in her travels. It gave them something they usually had not experienced.

She made her way up the path toward the front door of a beautiful multi-gable home situated on the left of a sleepy cul-de-sac. The motion sensor of the front porch did not trigger the light. She trembled for what was to come. She pushed away her fear and fumbled for her keys. She sighed with her head cocked back to seek relief, she took a deep breath which exhaled into a prayer. The porch light flooded her vision which restored the smile in her heart. Just as she crossed the threshold, a darkness challenged her resolve. A hidden front of heated verbal assaults and icy secrets in constant retreat, lay in wait. 

The air was stale -- not a scent of any culinary preparation. Despite her fatigue, she offered to anyone in ear shot, "What shall I make for dinner?"

"Go ahead, make my day." Her husband swore at her with his usual fiery finesse while flipping channels with a grimace locked on his face, like that of Clint Eastwood. He had been out of work for years, but it hadn't taken long for him to labour his hand toward the bottle. One, already emptied and filled with cigarettes, now displayed on the end table next to his recliner. He sunk in the dank room. Once used to entertain friends and family, it was now his lair -- his dungeon.

She dared not ask the status of her vehicle's replacement -- the one her husband loaned to a so-called friend who was equal in inebriation to his own. Instead, she asked her husband, "Where's Crystal?"

"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer," he half-fired another heated metaphor reflecting the current programming. The rest of his superlatives riddled down the front of his t-shirt. 

"Drake. I calmly asked a simple question. May I please receive a civil --"

"Say 'hello' to my little friend!" He violently interrupted as he swung the back of his clenched claw in the direction of her face. He missed his intended target as he was barely able to rise from the cage which had trapped his mind as well as his heart. Concerned the same disease had seized her daughter, she gazed from the edge of the room down the hallway. Her daughter leered in returned. 

"... you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!" Her daughter was an astute apprentice of her father in the art of profanity. The darkness already soaked into her wardrobe, her hair and around her eyes, which reflected her opinion of the world around her, and overall. "Houston, we have a problem," she exclaimed. There was no turning back from these words. They both cried. Each of their tears reflected differently. The adolescent's tears instantly chilled.

"May I have my cigarettes please, nurse ..." Drake loved to fire that insult at his wife. It was one of his ways to make himself feel he was better than her. She was a doctor -- a well-respected psychologist. He once held a high office. Now, in a crazed state he stumbled out of his chair -- just as he had fallen from the chambers of court -- toward the study adjacent from where the three stood. With his blurred vision he examined the plethora of framed diplomas and scholastic achievements. He hurled an empty bottle into the room. He missed again. His words were true in aim, but not entirely in content. Law had failed him, and he failed the Law. He falsely accused his wife of healing others over her own family. She knew he exchanged the word caring, as his tongue tripped over his teeth. Her expression betrayed her heart.

The charge and response did not go unnoticed by their daughter. "Exactly. There's no way to win." Crystal's opinion of her dysfunctional family ranked at DEFCON 2. This was no game. Like her father, her poison was not only the bottle. But another escape route existed. Undiscovered. Her room was always locked – as was her heart. Negotiating at this point seemed futile. 

There was Grace. She remembered the story, the gift of the Great Physician she recently relayed to those on the bus earlier. Those who would listen. Listen, and hear. The story of dire importance amid an explosive environment. The same story she told to her family in the past, years gone by. The same story her mother passed down. But not everyone receives this story as a gift. The gift of healing. The gift of peace. "What you want is temporary. What you need is permanent. But it takes time," she pleaded. "I'm not a magician," she cried. It was the most she was able to say without interruption in a long time. Nonetheless, as she began to add, "Please allow --" her words were met with frigid ferocity.

"What we’ve got here is failure to communicate," he slandered her good name.

Crystal outperformed her father and invented her own style of profanity. In cracked vulgarity she haphazardly stung her mother's heart with an icy response as she stormed back in the direction of her room, "Strangelove, or Strange! Will someone call a doctor!"

There was Grace. In a house with two others, she stood alone. Her tears fell short to warm the heart of her daughter. Her husband plastered to the wall in seared rage. She turned and faced the light streaming from under the back door. She softly whispered as she wept, "The Doctor is in."

Vernon Frazer’s most recent poetry collection is MANTIC PANDEMIC,  a C22 publication.

C22 will publish Frazer’s Voyage in Port in July 2024. 

To my compatriots

You don’t give equal risk to everyone,

You whole family is a great happiness.

When separated from the gold and the state,

Don’t live in the world.

Don’t worry, don’t worry,

Enjoy the air and the sun.

Don’t let the rich world overflow,

Live close to what you find.

Don’t let sorrows infect your face,

Thank you for every second.

Help good people,

Be a good person, thank you.

Iskandarova Gulchehra was born in the Gallaorol district of Jizzakh region.

About “my Oybek” book

Undoubtedly, Oybegim Mening is one of the rarest and best works of Uzbek literature. Oybegim, which occupies a deep place in my heart, has such a powerful effect on every person who reads it that you can’t put this book down and fall in love with how it will end. my respect increased even more, this work did not leave a slight impression on my most sensitive feelings. They are so strong in the ways of life that no matter how many evil-minded people try to break them, they will not be able to do this.

Even some writers who are enlightened and learned in society are doing everything they can to arrest Oybek, to break him, they look for flaws in his works, they slander Oybek… But Oybek, a strong writer, does not give up. Oybek’s poems and works, with such a pure conscience and such a wonderful nature, are still in the hearts of not only Uzbek readers, but also readers of the whole world. The conspiracies against him did not leave a small impact on Oybek. Oybek was in severe pain, lost his speech, but did not give up.

Zarifa Saidnosirova is the one I admired throughout the play. He was so pure, religious, and knowledgeable that he stayed by Aybek’s side until the end, always supported him, was always by his side in the most difficult situations, he was a real life partner. In fact, Zarifa Saidnosirova was not a writer, she was the first Uzbek chemist, but one cannot help but admire the fact that she was able to create such a beautiful, immense work, a work that is more beautiful than the works of some writers, a work that will be imprinted in memories….. Zarifa Saidnosirova is the child of a rich family. He will have a child, his father will be a knowledgeable, highly spiritual person who helps the elderly (if he lived for 52 years, he will spend 11 years away from home).

Oybek is the son of an ordinary farmer, but Zarifa did not care about this at all, even during the play there is no mention of Oybek being the son of a farmer, the person who reads the work does not notice that Oybek’s family is a troubled family, even if you read it very carefully, it can be noticed. Only a person familiar with the life and work of Oybek knows this for sure. Zarifa Saidnosirova, like some girls today, does not even think about the fact that she is poor and I am rich… This is pure and true love…

In fact, Zarifa Saidnosirova was not a writer, she was the first Uzbek chemist, but one cannot help but admire the fact that she was able to create such a beautiful, immense work, a work that is more beautiful than the works of some writers, a work that will be imprinted in memories….. Zarifa Saidnosirova is the child of a rich family. He will have a child, his father will be a knowledgeable, highly spiritual person who helps the elderly (if he lived for 52 years, he will spend 11 years away from home).

Oybek is the son of an ordinary farmer, but Zarifa did not care about this at all, even during the play there is no mention of Oybek being the son of a farmer, the person who reads the work does not notice that Oybek’s family is a troubled family, even if you read it very carefully, it can be noticed. Only a person familiar with the life and work of Oybek knows this for sure. Zarifa Saidnosirova, like some girls today, does not even think about the fact that she is poor and I am rich… This is pure and true love…

As soon as the play ends, saying that Oybek will never take it, he is just resting, something breaks in everyone’s heart….

I just congratulate these people

Oybek and Zarifa…..just a real proof that there are pure love and pure hearts.

I am Gulmira Poʻlotova. I was born in October 29.2005 in Uzbekistan. Bukhara city. Nowadays I am a freshmen of National university of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugʻbek. In my free times I really keen on short stories and articles also. In the future I want to be a professional translator.

The secret of happiness...

  Shall I tell you about happiness?
  Happiness is like health,
  It is not visible to your eyes,
  When he is not there, you say, "I wish he would come!".

  Happiness is actually a bright world,
  Don't you see with your eyes?!
  Although tired, working
  Isn't it sweet what you found?

  Look in the mirror for a moment,
  You have all the beauty, strength and will!
  Turn around and look around
  Some people want what you have.

  Without looking at anyone's hand,
  Happy if you can swallow the morsel in your mouth,
  If you have problems in life,
  Happiness is if you open your hands to prayer!

  Shall I tell you a secret?
  Happiness is like a "magic lamp"!
  Thank you in any case,
  As if it illuminates your path like a light!

  Happiness is hidden in gratitude, in patience,
  So live in gratitude, my friend.
  I discovered the secret of living happily,
  Don't complain about life, my friend!

Responsibilities of the modern pedagogue in the formation of the third renaissance

 Ziyoyeva Irodakhon Umidjon's daughter
Student of Denov Institute of
 Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy
Iziyoyeva2@gmail.com 

 Abstract: In this article, the foundation of the Third Renaissance, which is an important strategic direction in the development of New Uzbekistan, and the main goals and tasks of modern pedagogues are highlighted.  In general, in the current situation, in order to educate the next generation of Third Renaissance shapers, it is important to first of all educate teachers who are ready for this.  After all, in order to give knowledge to a student, the teacher must first be knowledgeable.

 Key words: New Uzbekistan, Third Renaissance, foundation, pedagogue,

  In all eras, knowledge and enlightenment has enlightened the path of people like the light that broke the darkness.  In turn, knowledge was updated and polished in each period.  In today's era of digital technologies, the pace of development is fast, the boundaries of science are expanding at a high rate, and drinking water from the ocean of science in the era of the development of information media is very complicated and in some sense puts a huge responsibility on one's shoulders.  Today, the huge steps in the development of science of New Uzbekistan are connected with one sentence - "Third Renaissance".  

Today, this sentence is heard from all sides and takes over people's consciousness, but it is not just a word that remains unread after some pages are written.  Its meaning is a call, opportunity, strength. Because renaissance means awakening.  That is, to awaken the knowledge that has remained in the mind and consciousness for several centuries, to realize the enlightenment. 

If we remember the First and Second Renaissances, the First Renaissance took place in Central Asia in the IX-XII centuries. We can give an example of scholars who lived and created during this period.  For example: thinkers such as Muhammad Musa Khorezmi, Abu Nasr Farabi, Abu Rayhan Beruni, Abu Ali ibn Sina, Ahmed Farghaniyl Mahmud Koshgari, Yusuf Khos Hajib, great scholars such as Imam Bukhari, Imam Tirmidhi, within the scope of natural and concrete sciences, Islamic religion  shone like a star in the sky.  The foundation of the Second Renaissance is associated with the name of the great warlord and public figure Amir Temur.

During this period, Qazizada Rumi, Mirza Ulug'bek, Ali Kushchi, Lutfi, Sakkoki, Abdurahman Jami, Alisher Navoi, Sharafiddin Ali Yazdi and other scholars, poets and poets spread the fame of this country to the world. Renaissance is awakening, knowledge and enlightenment.  is to seek and conquer new goals.  If the renaissance is related to this knowledge, then for its development, first of all, it is necessary to develop school education and to fundamentally reform it.  

In particular, the importance of language is important for the acquisition of the latest modern knowledge and the introduction of technologies into the production of foreign languages.  During both Renaissance periods, scientists and philosophers, first of all, attached special importance to education, intelligence, spirituality and enlightenment of young people.  

Because the youth has always been the future of the country.  In the works of all scholars, one can find ideas about the need to bring up the future generation as a perfect human being by combining education with upbringing.  For example, Abu Ali ibn Sina wrote about the harmony of knowledge and manners, perfection and happiness of a perfect generation, justice and piety, mutual friendship and cooperation of people, prosperous life in his works.  

The task of the pedagogue in all times was to educate children, to inform them of the main innovations of religious and worldly knowledge.  In order to build the foundation of the third renaissance, it is necessary first of all to cleanse the minds of young people from foreign ideas, raise their worldview, educate them in the spirit of patriotism, and most importantly, inspire them to conquer modern science.  Undoubtedly, it is important that this huge responsibility becomes the main goal and task of today's pedagogues.  For this, several requirements are placed on the personality of the pedagogue.

Being able to inspire.  Any teacher can educate but cannot inspire.  First of all, the teacher should be able to inspire students.  The youth of today's modern age live in the midst of a huge flow of information and it is not enough to give them knowledge.  And inspiration encourages students not only to learn, but also to create, and most importantly, they believe that they can apply the knowledge they are getting in practice.

Creativity.  Creation corresponds to creativity.  Among the professions, creativity is considered important for teaching.  The lesson process should be organized in such a way that the student should completely forget about other distractions and be interested only in the lesson.  Benjamin Franklin has an important idea: "Tell me and I will forget, teach me and I will remember, attract me and I will learn."  So engagement is very important.

 Work on yourself.  Every lesson should be prepared and conducted as if it were the first time.  It is necessary for him to work on himself and also to be aware of the news and achievements of his field in recent years.  After all, it is necessary to use historical sources and, at the same time, gather modern knowledge in his lesson.  There is a wonderful Japanese saying: "Teaching is learning."  Therefore, while teaching children, it is better for the teacher to learn and polish his knowledge and experience. 

And in order to build the foundation of the Third Renaissance, every pedagogue has his own task and contribution, because we can build this foundation with an educated and qualified young generation, who has a feeling of love for the Motherland in their hearts, and only educated parents and qualified pedagogues can educate this generation.

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