Готовый перевод Чувство ностальгии по вересковым пустошам на пологих холмах в пригороде Троттингема / Feeling of Nostalgia for the Rolling Hills of Moorlands in the Outskirts of Trottingham: Feeling of Nostalgia for the Rolling Hills of Moorlands in the Outskirts of Trottingham

+ Prologue

"You're from a post office?"

She had asked that question many times. She had a nice voice, but it was so many times.

"Um... It's a little complicated. You'd better take a look at the sender's name."

"But this is my name."

"Please read."

A pang of fear struck her. "Now? Is it necessary?"

"I'll make you some tea then," she sighed.

I gave her a perplexed look.

"I have... some problems. It's difficult for me... to read something. It may take a while."

Heigh-ho.

"Do you recognize the hoofwriting?"

"Yes."

"So are you going?"

"Where?"

"On a search."

"Oh. I-I don't know who that pony is. The pictures are very blurry." She gave me a closer look at them.

"Oh, no, thanks."

"It also may just take a while."

"Roundabouts," she said pensively. "How weird."

"What's weird?"

"Maybe it was a farewell?" I suggested. "Memories of the past."

"Like this letter. Maybe."

"Nothing lasts forever," Lyrica said.

"If I were you, I'd say just the opposite."

"Could it be that she is your friend?"

"What? No!"

"Roundabouts are little foals' thing."

"Why?" She turned to me. Her eyes still were darting in confusion.

"Because I think it may take a while!"

"Roundabouts are little foals' thing."

"Well, then you have nothing to fear."

Her eyes froze at the roundabout.

"Be careful."

"It's silly."

"I know. That is the point."

"But other ponies don't like silly things."

"We won't tell them. It's just you and me."

Wake up. Wake up, enchanted filly.

"I'm ready."

She nodded her head.

"Shhh..."

+ Peachy Pitt

"Peachy Pitt."

"Yes. Not 'peach.' It's Peach-y Pitt."

"I have not much to say about myself."

"There's nothing to tell, really."

"I insist. Would you refuse a lady?"

I stopped and seriously looked into her eyes. "I'm a lady, too, as you could notice."

"Well, you are clearly more determined for a lady than me."

I chuckled. "Ah, that's where this is going. My story in exchange for yours."

"What happened?"

"This... is a weird story."

"Ha! Maybe. I'm sorry."

"But it's not about you. You're just a spectator."

"You think the stories we choose tell about us too little?"

I gave her a smile. "You are worried about my past, aren't you?"

"I'd like to get to know you better," she nodded.

"Why do you feel lost?"

"I don't want you to be alone."

P+L.

"Peachy Pitt," I said.

"You don't mean Peach Pitt?"

"No, it's Peachy Pitt. What a confusion."

"Like I'm better."

"Well, Roseluck and Rose are almost the same," she smiled sheepishly. "But Rose is more personal."

"Maybe," I said shortly.

"It's cute here."

"Miss Pitt?"

"Yes."

"It's Cooper's Detective Agency."

"Madam Lilac is dead."

"You... Are you sure? There's... no mistake?"

"I'm very sorry," Roseluck whispered.

I laughed. "She really did it... She popped off for good! Yes!"

+ Mr Lilac

"Wow."

"Miss Lilac. It is very strange to see you here," she said in a monotone way.

"That's a proper choice."

"Is it bitter?"

"This is my boss."

"Yes. I do."

Lyrica smiled slightly and glanced back at me, her eyebrow raised in surpise. "Us?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Lilac. I mean you."

"And you, young lady..." He turned to me.

"The name's Peachy Pitt. I'm from far away."

"Pitt. Hmm. Do you have any relatives living here...? I recall one of Pitts has lived here. Yet she died a long time ago."

"Could you tell us who's in this photo?"

"Don't you remember that?"

"Your father."

"Mr Lilac!"

"No."

"Please don't!"

"Sorry, Peachy... But it's better for everypony!"

"Stop running! We'll find you anyway! Peachy! Peachy, please trust me!"

"Tell me, Peachy Pitt. My little Peachy Pitt... Please tell me... What are you willing to do for the true love? What are you willing to do for it?"

"I'm willing to risk everything."

"Well. You are in for a life of misery."

He rushed forward after me, but as soon as he took a step on the slippery stone, the balance was lost. We both stood at the edge of abyss, and we both fell. But only his body was found in the morning. I was never found after that night. He only had a broken skull. I had a broken heart.

There was a light that would never go out.

+ Mrs Lilac

I smiled. "Home?"

And I began to sing.

"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence."

"Don't you remember me?"

"It's me. Peachy Pitt."

"What a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? Well. It's time to feed you."

"Wanna drink, don't you?"

"Two years with a therapist. Only then I decided that it was easier to admit what others kept saying, so that they couldn't interfere with my preparations. My preparations to return to Trottingham. Everything was against me. What you had done to Lyrica, your wealth, but I still could do something. To watch. And that was enough. My aunt died. The wizard you hired now rots in Tartarus for his spells that destroy memory and personality of a pony. As for you... Your life has been thrown away, and it's all because of you! The very day you took away my dearest, your life started to collapse. It was like corrosion. Your husband died trying to catch up with me on your orders. Your father's factory slowly began to decay—your husband never was a good manager—and after his death it became a total muddle. Lyrica couldn't prove herself at the Gala because she's a dim-witted idiot! She's dumb! Were you in your mind when you sent Lyrica to find a sponsor to your family? LYRICA!!! What am I talking about? How could YOU be in your mind?! You're sick! You're a fucking animal bastard, just a shell hiding a piece of shit. Only a complete tosser could do that to those who loved you! Well, and your daughter…"

Her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Don't you even dare, bitch. Do. Not. Dare. After everything that's happened, I'm just not gonna believe that what I see before me is a pony. You have no shred of regret, no grain of remorse, nothing... Otherwise, even the tiniest bit of kindness would have stopped you from what you did."

"I hate you. I just hate you."

"You are beautiful," I told her the sincere truth and smiled tenderly at her. She blushed and turned away, wagging her tail in a flirtatious manner as we set off to the last orienting point we had. To the rolling hills of moorlands.

+ Lyrica

"Lyrica..."

"We need to do it before the sun goes down."

"So what?" I asked.

"Trust me."

"Didn't you see what that meant?"

"No," Lyrica said.

"The first photo," I took it out of the envelope. "It is the childhood, carefree and happy."

"The second photo," Lyrica continued. "It is our present. Secret and private."

"The third photo is what you wanted in the future. Forbidden outings to a bar; you have always found them so fun and exciting."

"The fourth photo is the ETERNITY."

"Why the eternity?"

"Because you and I will always be together."

"I can."

"I'm very sorry, Peachy Pitt, but you cannot remember that."

"What?"

"Five years. Five long years," I snivelled.

"It's a photograph," I uttered carefully.

"Yes. It's the fourth photograph I've taken. What thing did I use to do it?"

"It was a cam..."

"No," she softly interrupted. "Say what exactly I had with me."

"You had the old instant camera."

"It wasn't old, honey. It was recently purchased. What is the unique feature only an instant camera has?" she asked monotonously.

"What?... Lyrica, please tell me what happened?"

"An instantly created picture," I replied uncertainly.

"You haven't been here for five years, have you?"

"I... What's going on?"

"I miss."

"You miss me every second."

"Love..."

"More!"

"Tenderness."

"Harmony, bliss, tranquility, quiet joy, light sadness. Anything... But only one feeling you do not have. A feeling of nostalgia that should have appeared in these five years."

She took my hooves.

"Peachy Pitt. Everything you've seen before, all the five years of your life are just your foalhood memories that mixed up…"

"Your fears..."

"The way these fears disappeared..."

I never said it didn't happen. It's just so sad and heavy. But if you're willing to even die for it…

"How can I be mad at you, Peachy Pitt? You did so much for Lyrica, you did what any other teacher couldn't." Tears rolled from Mrs Lilac's eyes. "She finally look me in the eye now. And when she said she loved me for the first time... You have saved my daughter, and for this I'm so grateful to you, little Peachy. My precious Peachy Pitt."

"The time we spent together..."

Roundabouts are little foals' thing. Come on, Peachy, let's go and see... Let's find out... There is so much more to see... And I'm happy to have you here…

"Your dreams..."

"What misfortune? What happened to me?!"

"You need to remember this. You need to remember where you are and to find yourself before it's too late."

"You have only a few minutes after the sunset. Less than developing of a photograph."

"What happens next?"

She was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"You must remember it yourself."

And again.

"I remember," I whispered.

"Don't be afraid."

"I don't want to leave you."

"Shhh..."

"I will remember you forever."

+ Epilogue

Wake up. Wake up, enchanted filly.

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