Chern: переводы

→“Can I come with you? You can tell me what’s strange.”

→“Nowhere. Just back into town.”

→“But where are you going?”

→Something Strange

→CHAPTER 14

→But something fluttered out—a scrap of paper. Kanza stooped to pick it up. She squinted at it. “It’s a picture,” she said. “Look, Pa.”

→Kanza handed Doon the paper. Silently, he read the message.

→“So let’s get going!” cried Kanza. “I’m starving!”

→“I’m not a thief,” said Doon.

→“Because . . . because it’s a secret,” Yorick said lamely.

→“Don’t tell, don’t tell!” cried Yorick.

→“But what is it good for?”

→“I told you, Droon,” said Trogg. “It’s a kind of jewel. It’s called a diamond.”

→“I told you, Droon,” said Trogg. “It’s a kind of jewel. It’s called a diamond.”

→“What is it?” Doon asked.

→“Are you sure, Pa?” said Yorick. “What if he—”

→“I don’t agree,” said Doon.

→A thought came to him. The kitchen was where Trogg had stashed Scawgo’s treasures. Up high somewhere. If Doon couldn’t help himself here, maybe he could help the boy. Quickly, he flung open the doors of all the upper cabinets to see what was on their top shelves. Nothing in the first one, nothing in the second, but in the third, he saw a cloth sack way up on an other wise empty shelf near the ceiling. He’d have to guess that it held Scawgo’s little collection.

→So Doon hobbled off toward the apartment and climbed the stairs, his chain clanking the whole way. He found the bottle of salt on the table and put it into his pocket. Now. He was alone; no one was watching him. There must be some way he could use this moment. Could he go out a back window? But with his feet chained, he wouldn’t be able to land right. The two-story drop would probably break his ankles or wrists. Could he steal something useful, some kind of weapon, a knife, a hammer? But Trogg was going to search him; he’d find it right away. What else, what else? Doon swept his eyes around the apartment—the main room with its beds and couches and armchairs all crowded together at crazy angles, the kitchen with dirty mugs standing on the table, and smeared spoons, and the cabinets full of bottles and cans . . .

→“Never mind!” Trogg bellowed. “I’ll send the new boy.” He turned to Doon and stared hard at him. “Go upstairs,” he said. “Get the little green bottle from the table in the kitchen. Do not eventhink about touching anything else. You will be searched when you return.”