Готовый перевод Шурик у дедушки / Visiting Grandpa: Рассказ

Shurik and I spent all summer at our grandpa’s house. Shurik is my younger brother. He was just a preschooler, but I was already a first-grader. Anyway, he still didn't obey me... Well, no matter!.. As soon as we arrived, we searched the whole courtyard, all the sheds and attics. I found an empty jam jar and a small round iron box where shoe polish had been kept some time ago. Shurik found an old doorknob and a big right galosh. Then we almost had a fight over a fishing rod in the attic. I was the first one who saw the rod and said, “Bags it’s mine!“

Shurik also saw it and began to shout, “Bags I! Bags I!“

I grabbed the fishing rod. He grabbed it as well and tried to take it away from me. I got angry and pulled the rod so hard that he flew to the side, almost falling.

Then Shurik said, “You know what? I don't need your rod! I have the galosh.“

"Well, fuss over your galosh," I said, "and don't pull the rod out of my hands."

I found a shovel in the shed and went off to dig worms for fishing. Shurik went to our grandma and asked her for matches.

Our grandma asked him, "Matches? What for?"

He said, "I’m gonna light a fire in the courtyard and put the galosh in it. The galosh will melt and I will get some rubber."

Our grandma waved her hands at him, "What a nonsense you've made up! You'll burn the whole house down, you and your antics. No, deary, don't even ask me. No games with fire! I don't want to hear anything about it."

Then Shurik took the doorknob he had found in the shed and tied a rope to it. After that he tied the other end of the rope to the galosh and began to walk around the yard with the knob in his hand. The galosh dragged along the ground behind him. Wherever he went it followed him. Finally he came up to me, watched me dig worms, and said,

"Don't even try. You won't catch anything anyway."

I asked, "Why not?"

"I'll put a spell on all the fish."

I said, "Go ahead then. You can do any magic you want."

I dug up some worms, put them in a box and went off to the pond. The pond was at the far end of the courtyard where the collective farm garden began. I put a worm on the hook, threw the bait into the water and sat down on the bank. While I was sitting and watching the float Shurik crept up behind me and screamed at the top of his lungs,

“Do magic, the old woman! Do magic, the old man!

Do magic, the grey bear!

Do magic, the old woman! Do magic, the old man!

Do magic, the grey bear!”

I chose to be silent and didn’t say anything, because any of my words would only worsen the situation. It was always like this with him.

When Shurik decided that he had done enough magic he threw the galosh into the pond and began to drag it along the water, pulling the rope. Some time later he came up with a new thing. He tossed the galosh in the middle of the pond and began to throw stones at it until it drowned. Then he pulled it from the bottom with a rope and started all over again.

At first I suffered in silence, but then I got angry and yelled, “Get out of here! You’ve scared all the fish!”

He said, “You won't catch anything anyway. All the fish are charmed.”

And the galosh flopped into the water again! I jumped up, grabbed a stick and rushed to him. He started running from me. The galosh was jumping after him, until he finally got far enough away from me.

I returned to the pond and began to fish again. Actually, I was just sitting there… The sun was risen higher and higher; I kept looking at the float. No matter what, the fish didn't bite. Little by little I was growing angrier at Shurik, I was almost ready to beat him hard. Not that I believed in his magic, but I knew if I came without fish, he would laugh at me. I tried everything. I threw the bait close to the bank, I threw it as far as I could, I lowered the hook into the deep. Nothing worked.

Eventually I got hungry. I was going back to the house when I suddenly heard a loud knocking at the gate, "Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang!"

I came closer to the gate to check who was doing this. It was Shurik. Having got a hammer and some nails from… well, from somewhere, he was nailing the doorknob to the gate.

I asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Seeing me made him happy.

"Hee-hee! Here's a fisherman. Where's your fish?"

I said, "Why are you nailing the knob? There's already a knob here."

He replied, "It's alright. Let two knobs be. One of them can break away."

When he finally nailed the knob, he still had one nail left. He thought for a long time what to do with it. He even wanted just to drive it into the gate. Then he was struck by a new idea. He put the sole of the galosh against the gate and began to nail her.

I asked, “What's that for?”

“Without a reason.”

I said, “Doing something for no reason is silly.”

Suddenly, we saw our grandpa, he was coming home from work. Shurik got scared, tried to tear off the galosh, but it hold fast. Then he stood up with his back against the galosh and froze.

Our grandpa came up to us and said: “That's great, guys! You have just arrived and immediately set to work... Whose idea was it to nail the second knob to the gate?"

I answered, “It was Shurik’s.”

Our grandpa just grunted in amusement and said, “Well, now we have two doorknobs: the top one and the bottom one. So if a very short person come to us and can't reach the top knob, he'll just pull the bottom…”

At the very moment he noticed the galosh, “What's that?”

I made a snorting sound as I thought, “Well, now Shurik will get into trouble.”

Shurik blushed, not knowing what to say.

Then our grandpa said, “Well, well, well? Probably… it's almost like a letterbox. If the postman comes and finds no one at home, he’ll put a letter in the galosh and go on his way. A very clever idea.”

“I came up with that on my own”, Shurik boasted.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, sure, honestly!”

Our grandpa threw his hands in the air, “Well done!”

At lunch our grandpa waved his hands again and again while he told our grandma about the galosh.

“What a clever kid, you wouldn't believe! The boy came up with that on his own, you know! To nail a galosh to the gate, uh-huh? I have repeated many times that we need a letterbox and not realized that it is easier to nail a galosh.”

“All right,” smiled our grandma. “I’ll buy a letterbox, but until then the galosh will have been hanging.”

After lunch, when Shurik ran off to the garden, our grandpa said to me, “Well, as far as we know, Shurik has already proven himself. What about you, Nikola? I suppose you've worked a lot too. Come on, tell me, and make your grandpa happy.”

I said, “I fished, but caught nothing.”

“Where did you fish?”

“In the pond.”

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