Zerstoren: переводы

→Ben Parker, since when did you ever have a problem with excess? I need to learn how to shoot this thing. I'm sure I'll need it.

→A music box. Shannon gave Lydia one just like this for her birthday. Were they here? I have to find them.

→The New Law. They mark their kills. Some kind of message. As if this world isn't already dark enough...

→It stopped.

→Jail 'em!

→I've barely slept. It's 6 a.m. \n Tonight I dreamed about Hope: I am in the main street and they keep laughing. They, my neighbors. But in reality, they are not there... They are not. There are only dummies there. Each and everyone of the citizens of Hope is a real-size dummy. \n The warning of a nuclear strike alarm invades my ears. It's the Great War. Again! Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my heart... I must return home... my wife and daughter need me. \n The dream changes. Now I'm walking through a burning landscape. A fire. All is red and the shadows that the flames cast are like giant monsters projected on the trees. \n It looks like the end of the world, but... One talks and thinks about the end, but he has never been there to know what it would be like. \n My house is over there... I reached the door! But it's closed. Something or somebody doesn't want me to enter my home... In the dream, I knock down the truncated door and... there they are, in the middle of the confusion, lying on a towel, and almost naked, there are the two girls from the forest, the ones that I scolded a few days ago... soaked in dirt, sweat and... \n Then an explosion occurs. Also inside me. They disappear.

→I dream of two cats playing and hiding in a suitcase. They get trapped inside, never seeing the light of day again. \n They suffocate. \n\n I carry a heavy load with blood on my shoulder. \n\n ... bags full of vermin of the forest... \n\n\n ... and dead cats in my luggage.

→Yesterday I went back to Harry's Corner for the first time in a year. I don't like closed spaces. I was going only to have a beer with Ben and would leave after that. But he was late... The stuffy air of Harry's Corner and all those regulars analyzing each one of my gestures make me very nervous. I don't like how those guys look at me. I don't like when they speak. I don't like their laughter. I can't hear what they say, but I'm sure that they're talking about me. \n When Ben arrived, he brought some wrinkled clippings from the local newspaper. He remains concerned with the attacks in the forest... What does he want me to say? I can't do anything. But Ben stands his ground because the best we can do is organize for some people of the town to go out to the mountain to chase the bears. He is sure that if we scare off some of them, the people from the city will return. And that the business will return. \n I told him what I think. The carrion nourishes soil and even though you can scare off some animals, new ones will come. If you pull out a fang today, a new one, a stronger one, will grow back tomorrow. \n Nature is like that and the men who want to control it are like that.

→I had a visitor on the mountain. \n Ben Parker climbed up to see how things were going up there. This Parker is a smart old man. He's American, but has lived with us for many years as one of the community. Ben was born in our neighboring country and fought against those commies in Vietnam. When he returned home, he wasn't made to feel welcome and had to look for a new home. A homeland that doesn't want you when you've given all for her is like a father that abandons you when you're a kid. He came here with his wife, who was ill. The air of the mountains is good; we can breathe, people say. However it didn't help much and she passed away quite soon. \n Ben works as a pilot. He helps out with helicopter rescues. He offers tourists the best bird's eye view in all of Canada, according to him. I imagine that he feels a bit lonely in the town and that's why he climbs up to the mountain to talk with me. We get along well. He brings some beers and starts ranting about the Ruskies. He doesn't get along with them. We both think that soon there will be another war that will make the world's foundations tremble, and that the best place for protecting ourselves from it will be under the very grass that grows around our feet right now.

→Lydia has all the imagination that her mother lacks. Shannon has been worried and angry for a few days. I can tell that she is upset with me. \n I know well that I have spent time outside. More than I should have. But in this season and with the chaos of the poachers and the hunting, I couldn't do more for her, nor for us. I know that and I feel sorry.

→In spite of the migraine, I may still be able to forget everything and be only aware of the good things inside me. \n When my maternal grandmother, who was already over 80, died, the only person she had beside her was a nurse. The old woman lived alone and died alone. The girl said that before my grandmother died, she lifted her head up off the pillow, and looked from one side to the other, as if she were trying to find someone, and then she lay down again and died. \n There is no doubt that a void surrounds me, but I am also sure that I haven't completely fallen into it. \n At times, I feel that if I lift up my head, I will be able to cross to the other side.

→The break after the work, the rain after the fire, the rest after the war, the death after life... \n Sometimes I feel as if I were sitting at the edge of a volcano about to erupt. My nerves, the trembles in my handwriting when I write... Everything is inside me as it has always been. Everything is inside me, but there are times that it decides to show up. \n My feet hang over a void of sulfur and ashes and the heat of the melting stone starts to traverse my spine... \n It is then when I know that I must go back home with my family. \n But if I don't do that, it will happen. It will happen whether you like it or not. Like the girls in the forest. It will happen whether you like it or not. It will happen. \n I don't know why on earth they returned to the mountains... they were warned. Last month I warned them... I told them not to come back. \n Hell is them. And they are the ones who go to the forest to look for trouble. I can't stop myself from defending it. My homeland. I am an animal that defends its territory. \n I'm in charge and the vermin finish the job.

→Don't you like it, Randy? The mountain is beautiful. \n\n Merry Christmas! \n\n\n\n\n HAPPY 1986!

→Dreams are my reality. \n\n\n\n October 24th \n\n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afraid of the night. \n I'm afr

→It's a Driving License from someone named John Wayne, what a coincidence. Old cowboys under the desert's old sun.

→“Quarantine”... all the warnings in the world couldn’t save them.

→They have sent a message warning the poachers. Ben Parker, an acquaintance of the town, made a phone call to the warden's office. It seems that he saw some hunters in a protected sector. Ben is a good guy. I think he's the only man in the town who I can talk to. I saw him in the mountain and he's not one to look for trouble. He's often come to see me, and we talk about this and that. He is a man of the world and easy to get along with. \n On the way back, I came across a van parked at the side of the road. Two girls were on the shoulder, playing like little kids... playing and laughing. I've known those idiots for some time. They're always hanging around. The younger one, a tanned and chubby girl, couldn't stop smiling. She didn't say anything special. Unlike the other one. They're from Vancouver and were looking for plants that help to cure goodness-knows-what illness. I've warned them. The forest knows how to find its food... It's not safe for girls to go into the forest to pick flowers. Wild animals do their job. Just like I do mine. \n When they were leaving, over the engine sound I could still hear one of the girls laugh. I hate city people...

→Thanksgiving! Today was a day to remember. My wife made a great stew again. The whole family had dinner in silence, but it was a pleasant silence. It's not always necessary to fill the emptiness with words, right? Instead, Lydia was a bit sad for Nick. She says that he deserved better. Nick deserved better and I think that we all deserve better. \n At least Nick's meat was tasty. Typical of kids, the way they insist on personifying the world around them and on giving names to everything that they find. I had to break Nick's neck myself with my bare hands. It's not that I'm a coward, but I don't like killing animals with my hands. Even less so when it's got a human name. In my job, sometimes I have to sacrifice animals that are sick or that pose a danger to others. I know that all deaths are the same, even if it was a turkey with the name of a used car dealer.

→What an obsession! I spent whole day with numbers in my head, a ten for here, a sixteen for there, an infinite number of trees that I have counted in the forest... Three foxes. One bear. Ten words said in all day and thirty times that I've sat down to see the horizon with binoculars. Two hundred fifty two steps from the cabin to the road. Thirty steps to go around the cabin. \n I don't know how many words there are in this diary, but there are many more words that are burning inside me. The words that I don't write. \n I'm afraid of closing my eyes and dreaming. I'm having this fear of everything coming back again. And the wind of the past hits my back. \n This loneliness doesn't seem enough, and nor is enough to write on this notebook now. \n Sometimes, I also see what happened if I'm awake.

→Today I have a headache. Sore bones. The cold weather has begun and the mountain is getting ready for the new season. \n I also had a terrible migraine in the afternoon. \n\n October 10th \n\n What an obsession! I spent whole day with numbers in my head, a ten for here, a sixteen for there, an infinite number of trees that I have counted in the forest... Three foxes. One bear. Ten words said in all day and thirty times that I've sat down to see the horizon with binoculars. Two hundred fifty two steps from the cabin to the road. Thirty steps to go around the cabin. \n I don't know how many words there are in this diary, but there are many more words that are burning inside me. The words that I don't write. \n I'm afraid of closing my eyes and dreaming. I'm having this fear of everything coming back again. And the wind of the past hits my back. \n This loneliness doesn't seem enough, and nor is enough to write on this notebook now. \n Sometimes, I also see what happened if I'm awake.