Ksycha: переводы

→“What!” I exclaimed. “Blasphemy. They’re delicious.”

→“What!” I exclaimed. “Blasphemy. They’re delicious.”

→Mark held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he regarded Dimitri and me. “Something tells me you’re the kind of people whose vacations always end up that way.”

→Henry sighed in frustration. “We can’t wait until autumn! Humans are dying now.”

→“Mark, Oksana!” I exclaimed, embracing the couple. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

→“Exactly,” she said, a smug smile on her wrinkled face. “You needed to go restore my Dimka.” She made her way across the living room, but Dimitri met her in the middle. He carefully wrapped her in his arms and murmured what I think was Russian for “grandmother.” The insane difference in their heights made it kind of a comical scene.

→“But how did it happen?” asked Sonya, tactfully shifting us into less dangerous waters. “The change back to a dhampir, I mean.”

→“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Her.” It was still hard sometimes to remember that my best friend since kindergarten was now queen of the entire Moroi world. Thinking of her now caused a slight knot in my stomach. Her election to the throne a couple weeks ago had been controversial in the eyes of many. Some of her enemies weren’t above violence, and leaving her for a week to come here had made me extremely nervous. It was only the guarantee that she’d be surrounded by guardians—along with the need for Dimitri’s family to see he was no longer one of the undead—that had made me consent to this trip.

→The word hung in the air for a moment, casting a chill over the warm summer evening. For the space of a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. I was suddenly far away from here, trapped in a different house with a very different Dimitri. He’d been one of the undead, with chalk-white skin and red-ringed pupils. His strength and speed had far surpassed what he had now, and he’d used those skills to hunt for victims and drink their blood. He’d been terrifying—and had nearly killed me.