Stiffbell: переводы

→From my window, I could see the main entrance to the school and the historic oak tree. The tree towered over the students who passed nearby and blocked just enough of the sunlight to shade the administrative building. The shaded sidewalks in the view of the stone statues depicting the school founders from atop the admin building added an unmistakable mystical quality as one walked through campus center. Gazing across the walkway, I began to feel a little more like myself.

→I put the letter down and looked out the window. My dorm had one of the better views. Easton Falls was one of those New England schools with massive walkways, gigantic trees, and impressive gothic architecture. That was one of the reasons I was so drawn to the school. My fondness for the school had rubbed off on a couple of my friends, much to the dismay of their parents who had their hearts set on their alma mater.

→I had always been the type of person who attended orientations. It wasn’t that I was eager to impress, it’s just that I thought I would miss something important. This time, however, my experience in the school clinic must have shaken something deep inside my core. I almost decided not to go, but I needed priority registration to make sure I got all my classes. More importantly, I wanted to meet up with a couple friends whom I hadn’t seen over the summer.

→George Swifthouse, Ph.D.

→Dean of Undergraduate Student Affairs

→Sincerely,

→First, you will have preferential registration over non-attendees. In addition, you will receive guidance from a vast field of counselors and experts ready to assist you in planning your program schedule and in techniques for becoming a successful first-year student. Finally, representatives from a variety of campus clubs will be offering information and membership applications. Please come join us, and help make your transition to Easton Falls University an easy one.

→Easton Falls University welcomes you Thursday, August 2nd to the 87th annual freshman orientation. We hope to assist you in your transition here; we want it to be as smooth as possible. To that end, we offer freshman orientation at the location listed below. While not mandatory, attendance at freshman orientation offers several benefits.

→Dear Owen Sage:

→Freshman Orientation

→Besides, I’ve had food poisoning before and it never affected me like this. Was that even possible? I have heard about people seeing things that weren’t there when they were really sick, but I wasn’t sure if food poisoning qualified. Still, for the time being I thought it best to try and forget about the whole thing. I didn’t want people thinking I had gone completely nuts after just one week away from home.

→I was staring at the letter for what seemed like twenty minutes. ‘Freshman Orientation’ was all my brain could process. I couldn’t shake the experience I had the day before. The doctor had explained that I had a touch of food poisoning, but the memory seemed too real to be just a hallucination.

→Orientation

→Chapter 2

→I picked up a piece of fruit and slowly sank my teeth in. The fruit was wet, sweet, and had a texture similar to a pear. The taste was unique but with hints of apple, grape, and watermelon. Greedily, I ate one after another. Before I knew it, I had devoured the entire bowl.

→A few feet in the distance, there was a small stool and a wooden crate. On top of the crate, there was a bowl filled with some kind of fruit I didn’t recognize. Next to the bowl, there was a small note. “Breakfast,” was all it said. I hardly recognized the odd markings on the bowl or the unusual shape of the crate. I may have paid more attention if I weren’t so hungry. My stomach was growling more than usual for having only skipped one meal. It must have been all the energy I expended falling down the tunnel. Whatever it was, I could wait no longer.

→My appetite being satiated, I took a moment to look at my surroundings. The room was nothing special. The ground was made of hard-packed dirt, and the walls were made of earth. It was as if a giant mole had dug a series of passageways. I took a few steps and looked ahead into a large opening. The room was connected to a colossal passageway. In the entrance of the passageway, there was a wooden sign. The sign simply said, “Welcome to Everville.”

→My appetite being satiated, I took a moment to look at my surroundings. The room was nothing special. The ground was made of hard-packed dirt, and the walls were made of earth. It was as if a giant mole had dug a series of passageways. I took a few steps and looked ahead into a large opening. The room was connected to a colossal passageway. In the entrance of the passageway, there was a wooden sign. The sign simply said, “Welcome to Everville.”

→Looking at the torches hanging on the walls, I slowly walked through the passageway. The flickering light was surprisingly bright. The top of the ceiling was about the height of a ten-story building and about as wide as half a football field.

→As I walked, I began to hear the sound of shuffling and scurrying. In the corner of my eye, I noticed several figures walking in and out of the shadows. Then a tall slender figure began to emerge.