beroal: переводы

→I’ve never tasted alcohol. The Abnegation don’t drink it, so it wasn’t even available. But I’ve see how comfortable it seems to make people, and I desperately want to feel like I’m not wrapped up in skin that’s too tight for me to wear, so I don’t hesitate: I take the flask and drink.

→“Look at you, getting your train legs,” Amar says, elbowing me. “Here, have a sip. You look like you need it.”

→Then Amar gets up, putting his hands on his hips in a dramatic stance, and marches toward the open doorway. The train dips down and Amar doesn’t even hold on to anything, he just shifts and sways with the car’s movement. Everyone gets up, and Amar is the first one to jump, launching himself into the night. The others stream out behind him, and I let the people behind me carry me toward the opening. I’m not afraid of the speed of the train, just the heights, but here the train is close to the ground, so when I jump, I do it without fear. I land on two feet, stumbling for a few steps before I stop.

→“Sure, I get it,” she says, and she doesn’t sound angry. “But you should know that about Dauntless

→“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just not used to this. Any of it.”

→She raises her eyebrows. “What, you think I can’t take it just like every other initiate, just because have girl parts?” She gestures to her chest, and I catch myself staring, just for a second, before I remember to look away, my face flushing.

→“I don’t know,” I say. “Because . . . you’re a girl?”

→“Why would it?” she says.

→He indicates Shauna with his thumb.

→“Check it out.” Zeke turns his head, showing me a large bruise on the underside of his jaw. “That’s

→“All right,” I say. I wave a hand over my bruised face. “As you can clearly tell.”

→The corners of her mouth turn down, like she’s sad about something, but I don’t ask what it is. “How are your fights going?” Zeke asks me.

→I shrug, like what she says might be true, even though I’m sure it’s not. She doesn’t know that I came here to escape the life I was meant for, that I’m fighting so hard to get through initiation so I don’t have to admit that I’m an imposter. Abnegation-born, Abnegation result, in a Dauntless haven.

→“Wow.” She nods. She looks impressed, which makes me sit up straighter. “Guess you were born Dauntless.”

→“Hence the name,” I say.

→“Not like anyone else stepped up,” the girl at his side says. “I’m Shauna, by the way. Is it true you only had four fears?”

→“Yeah, not my finest moment,” he says.

→I realize, too late, that it might be a sore spot for him—his moment of triumph, stolen by a misstep and loss of balance. But he just laughs.

→“Yeah,” I say. “Nice first jump.”

→“Just tell me when we get to the right stop!” he shouts over the cheering. Zeke waves a hand at me. “Hey, you’re a transfer, right? Four?”