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ya_mirandaТем временем переводы пошли до конца
Последний рассказ в переводимом сейчас моем сборнике - как раз "Семечки"
Со слов в эпиграфе Addressing the need for vampires in villages я начала ржать как псих
Ну смотрите - a vampire tractor driver, my ass...
(вампира судят за убийство, а ему и пофигу, он уверен в своем высшем предназначении)
The judge was wearing a real gown, all he lacked was a wig, and he looked very impressive within the oak interiors.
I haven’t seen this in a hundred years. What a contrast with the concrete cell, huh? Oh
yeah, he’s asking me something... “You were convicted for the first time five
years ago, for robbing a blood bank. Did it really take you just a few days to drink all the
blood?”
“Yes, your honour, a week, to be exact. I had to...” – He stumbled, trying not to reveal
the Great vampire secret – after all, during The Process, one becomes very emotional
and chatty. “I had to restore my energy”.
“Were you aware of the purpose of a blood bank?”
“This institution is completely useless. People are rotting alive anyway towards the end
of their life. Why would we prolong the lives of the severely ill?”
“At the same time all the funds of the organization have gone missing. Are you
responsible for that, too?”
“And why would the no-longer existing organization need them?” – The murderer
smirked. “I took everything from the bank in order to... hmm... keep living in the
shadows.”
The warm sensation inside grew stronger.
“Stop showing your fangs, it’s a contempt of court!”
“Yes, your honour. I just feel very... hmm... nice...”
The murderer wasn’t even listening to the response anymore.
The Process, fueled with the blood of his opponent, was going on just great all by itself.
Actually, on this day he was supposed to lay peacefully in his casket, doing nothing and
enjoying the warmth. His friends from the business world taught him the endonym
“bloodsuckers”, it was more fun than “vampires”. Bloodsuckers are miserable lot, they’re
always cold.
Why the hell I had to pretend to be a student, to
comprehend modern human science, to study sociology? I should have gone back to
being an agronomist... Although no, being a vampire tractor driver belongs to the past,
even though afterwards you die in the field, in accordance with The Process, but now
you must be above that to get where we need to be. Decent higher education does
exist!
и чем кончилось:
Late morning of the next day a building crew was unravelling the debris.
“Look at those roots... Was THIS growing in the basement?”
“Oh, come on, it couldn’t possibly grow in the basement - in the middle of a capital city,
no less! What, like there was an indoor garden with a green house in the court?”
“No idea. Oh, look, these are sunflowers!”
“Sunflowers?”
“Yeah. Or something of a sort.
They came closer to the crooked pile of stalks and roots.
"Big and strong ones, and so black! Look, some of them
were reaped by the explosion.”
“I wouldn’t take those. There’s something sinister about them.”
“Yeah. Must be some special breed. To hell with this, it’s better to toss them away. This
breed looks absolutely non-edible. Just look at those...”
...the nearest sunflower dropped its seeds with a metallic rustle.
“...seeds.”
Все это кажется мне даже смешнее, чем у меня написано ) А то я все время в силу своей депрессивности погружаюсь в какую-то фигню
Особенно четко мне представляется фраза were you.. AWARE... of the PURPOSE of a blood bank?.. - с соответствующим выражением на лице официального лица.
Последний рассказ в переводимом сейчас моем сборнике - как раз "Семечки"
Со слов в эпиграфе Addressing the need for vampires in villages я начала ржать как псих
Ну смотрите - a vampire tractor driver, my ass...
(вампира судят за убийство, а ему и пофигу, он уверен в своем высшем предназначении)
The judge was wearing a real gown, all he lacked was a wig, and he looked very impressive within the oak interiors.
I haven’t seen this in a hundred years. What a contrast with the concrete cell, huh? Oh
yeah, he’s asking me something... “You were convicted for the first time five
years ago, for robbing a blood bank. Did it really take you just a few days to drink all the
blood?”
“Yes, your honour, a week, to be exact. I had to...” – He stumbled, trying not to reveal
the Great vampire secret – after all, during The Process, one becomes very emotional
and chatty. “I had to restore my energy”.
“Were you aware of the purpose of a blood bank?”
“This institution is completely useless. People are rotting alive anyway towards the end
of their life. Why would we prolong the lives of the severely ill?”
“At the same time all the funds of the organization have gone missing. Are you
responsible for that, too?”
“And why would the no-longer existing organization need them?” – The murderer
smirked. “I took everything from the bank in order to... hmm... keep living in the
shadows.”
The warm sensation inside grew stronger.
“Stop showing your fangs, it’s a contempt of court!”
“Yes, your honour. I just feel very... hmm... nice...”
The murderer wasn’t even listening to the response anymore.
The Process, fueled with the blood of his opponent, was going on just great all by itself.
Actually, on this day he was supposed to lay peacefully in his casket, doing nothing and
enjoying the warmth. His friends from the business world taught him the endonym
“bloodsuckers”, it was more fun than “vampires”. Bloodsuckers are miserable lot, they’re
always cold.
Why the hell I had to pretend to be a student, to
comprehend modern human science, to study sociology? I should have gone back to
being an agronomist... Although no, being a vampire tractor driver belongs to the past,
even though afterwards you die in the field, in accordance with The Process, but now
you must be above that to get where we need to be. Decent higher education does
exist!
и чем кончилось:
Late morning of the next day a building crew was unravelling the debris.
“Look at those roots... Was THIS growing in the basement?”
“Oh, come on, it couldn’t possibly grow in the basement - in the middle of a capital city,
no less! What, like there was an indoor garden with a green house in the court?”
“No idea. Oh, look, these are sunflowers!”
“Sunflowers?”
“Yeah. Or something of a sort.
They came closer to the crooked pile of stalks and roots.
"Big and strong ones, and so black! Look, some of them
were reaped by the explosion.”
“I wouldn’t take those. There’s something sinister about them.”
“Yeah. Must be some special breed. To hell with this, it’s better to toss them away. This
breed looks absolutely non-edible. Just look at those...”
...the nearest sunflower dropped its seeds with a metallic rustle.
“...seeds.”
Все это кажется мне даже смешнее, чем у меня написано ) А то я все время в силу своей депрессивности погружаюсь в какую-то фигню
Особенно четко мне представляется фраза were you.. AWARE... of the PURPOSE of a blood bank?.. - с соответствующим выражением на лице официального лица.
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