Vechka: переводы

→You have an instant message from: STEPH
Steph: Hey you, you’re not answering your phone.
Steph: I know you’re there Rosie, I can see that you’ve logged on-line!
Steph: OK I’m going to stalk you until you reply
Steph: Hellooooo!
Rosie: Hi
Steph: Well hello there! Why do I get the feeling I was being ignored?
Rosie: Sorry I was too tired to speak to anyone.
Steph: I suppose I can forgive you. Everything OK? How was the trip to
Boston? Was it as beautiful as it looks in the photos?
Rosie: Yeah the place is really gorgeous. Alex showed me around everywhere,
I hadn’t a minute to spare while I was over there; he really
took care of me.
Steph: As he should. So where did you go?
Rosie: He showed me around Boston College so I could see what it would
have been like for me to study there and it is so fabulous. Oh Steph,
it was so romantic and magical and beautiful and the weather was
just fabulous . . .
Steph: Wow it sounds great. I take it you liked it then.
Rosie: Yeah I liked it. It was even better than the photographs I saw of it
when I was applying. It would have been a nice place to study . . .
Steph: I’m sure it would have been. Where did you stay?
Rosie: I stayed in Alex’s parents’ house. The house is really lovely, it looks
like Alex’s dad is making loads of money in that new job. Well it’s
not so new anymore really is it?
Steph: I suppose it’s not, time flies by, but the place sounds wonderful.
What else did you two get up to? I know there has to be some exciting
story here! There’s never a dull moment when you two are
involved!
Rosie: Eh well we went looking around the shops, he brought me to a Red
Sox game in Fenway Park and I hadn’t a clue what was going on
but I had a nice hot dog, we went out to a few clubs . . . sorry I’ve
nothing interesting to tell you Steph . . .
Steph: Hey that’s a hell of a lot more interesting than what I did all week
believe me! So how is Alex? How does he look? I haven’t seen him
for ages. I suppose he’s all grown up now too!
Rosie: Yeah he is actually. He looked really well. He’s got a slight American
accent although he denies it. But he’s still the same old Alex. As
lovable as usual. He really spoiled me for the entire week, he didn’t
let me pay for a thing, he brought me out somewhere new every
night, and it was good to feel free for a while.
Steph: You are free, Rosie.
Rosie: I know that. I just don’t feel it sometimes. Over there I felt like I
hadn’t a care in the world. Things felt so good and it was almost as
if every muscle in my body relaxed the moment I landed there. I
haven’t laughed so much in years. I felt like a 23-year-old, Steph. I
haven’t felt like that much lately. I know this probably sounds weird
but I felt like the me that I could have been.
I liked that I didn’t have to look out for somebody else while I
walked down the street. I didn’t have the fifty near heart attacks per
day that I usually get when Katie goes missing or puts something in
her mouth that she shouldn’t. I didn’t have to dive onto the road
and hold her back just in time from being hit by a car. I liked that I
didn’t have to give out, correct people on their pronunciation or
make threats. I liked laughing at a joke without my sleeve being
tugged at and being asked to explain. I liked having adult conversations
without being interrupted to cheer and applaud a silly dance
or the learning of a new word. I liked that I was just me, Rosie, not
mummy, thinking just about me, talking about things I liked, going
places I liked to go without having to worry about nappy changes,
bottle feeding or sleepy-head tantrums. Isn’t that awful?
Steph: It’s not awful Rosie. It’s good to have time to yourself but it’s good
to be back with Katie, isn’t it? And if things were so great then why
did you come home so early? You weren’t supposed to be home for
another week. Did something happen?
Rosie: Uuuugh not really worth mentioning.
Steph: Oh come on, Rosie, I know when something is bothering you, and
you can tell me. It’s obviously worth mentioning if you had to come
home early because of it.
Rosie: It was just time to go, Steph.
Steph: Did you and Alex have a fight or anything?
Rosie: Ha! I wish.
Steph: What?? What happened?
Rosie: No too embarrassing to explain.
Steph: Why what do you mean?
Rosie: Oh I just made a show of myself one night.
Steph: Oh don’t be silly I’m sure Alex didn’t mind! He’s seen you make a
show of yourself in your lifetime.
Rosie: No Steph, this was a different kind of making a show of myself.
Trust me. Not the usual kind of Alex and Rosie thing to do. I kind
of threw myself at him and the next day I was mortified.
Steph: WHAT?? Do you mean that . . . ? Did you and Alex . . . ???

→chapter 7

Stephanie,
Honey it’s Mum here. I was wondering if you would be able to get in
touch with Rosie and maybe have a word with her. She just returned from
Boston a week earlier than expected and she seems a bit upset about something,
though she won’t say what it is. I was afraid this would happen. I
know she feels like she has missed out on huge opportunities, I just wish she
could see the positive side to what she has now. Will you get in touch with
her? She always loves hearing from you.
Love you sweetheart,
Mum

→To Rosie,
I’m glad all is well with Katie; the photos you sent of her on her third
birthday are beautiful. I framed them and they take pride of place in the
house. Mum and Dad were delighted to see you when they visited Dublin,
they can’t stop talking about you and Katie, we’re all so proud of you.
Happy 21st! Sorry I couldn’t make it home to celebrate with you, but
things have been crazy at college. Because it’s my final year here there’s just
been so much work to do. I’m dreading the final exams. If I fail I don’t no
what I’ll do. Sally was asking after you, I no you’ve never met but she feels
like she nos you from me talking about our old times so much.
From Alex

→Note to self:
Do not bounce Katie on knee after feeding.
Do not breast feed beside football pitch.
Do not inhale when changing nappy. In fact allow Mum and Dad or even
random strangers to change nappy as often as possible if they so wish.
Do not push buggy by old school for Ms. Big Nose Smelly Breath Casey to
see.
Do not laugh when Katie falls on her bum after attempting to walk.
Do not try to have conversation with old friends from school with whole
lives ahead of them, as this will result in huge frustration.
Stop crying when Katie cries.

→Mr. Alex Stewart,
You are invited to the christening of my beautiful baby daughter Katie,
as you are the godfather. It’s this day month. Buy a suit and try and look
presentable for a change.
Lots of love,
Rosie

→You have an instant message from: ALEX
Alex: I thought you said you’d keep an eye on her for me Phil.
Phil: I told you, if she didn’t learn to control her bladder she’d be out
of here. She’s fine in the garden.
Alex: Not the dog Phil, I’m talking about Rosie.
Phil: What about Rosie?
Alex: Stop pretending you don’t no. I heard mum and dad tell you over
the phone.
Phil: How do you feel about it?
Alex: Everyone keeps asking me that and I have no idea. It’s weird.
Rosie is pregnant. She’s just turned eighteen. She can barely take
care of herself let alone a baby. She smokes like a chimney and
refuses to eat greens. She stays awake till 4 am and sleeps till one
o’clock in the day. She chose to take a job washing pots and pans
at the Chinese take-away for less money than what her neighbors
were offering for babysitting. She always said she didn’t want to
have kids till she was forty. I don’t think she’s changed a nappy
in her life. Apart from Kevin, I don’t think she’s ever held a baby
for more than five minutes. What about college? What about
working? How the hell is she going to manage? How will she
meet someone? How will she make friends? She’s just trapped
herself into a life that’s her worst nightmare.
Phil: Believe me Alex, she’ll learn. Her parents are supporting her
aren’t they? She won’t be alone.
Alex: Her mum and dad will be at work all day Phil. She’s an intelligent
person, I no that. But as much as she tries to convince me,
I’m not quite sure she’s convinced herself that when the crying
starts, she can’t hand this one back. If only I’d gotten on that
flight and made it to the debs.

→from: Rosie
to: Alex
subject: Help
Oh god Alex, what have I done?

→To Miss Rosie Dunne,
Boston College acknowledges that you will not be accepting your position
this year.
Yours sincerely,
Robert Whitworth
Rosie, can’t believe this is the decision u have made. You know I am not in
support of it. I’m moving away as I had already planned. Hope everything
works out well 4 u.

→from: Stephanie
to: Rosie
subject: I’m coming over
My little sis,
Rosie my sweetie, don’t worry. Everything happens for a reason. Just
take deep breaths and try to relax. Maybe this is the correct path for you,
perhaps Boston wasn’t. I’m booking a flight and I’ll be home as soon as I
can. Hang in there little sis,
Love,
Stephanie

→from: Alex
to: Rosie
subject: You’re not coming to Boston??
My mum told me today that you’re not coming to Boston. Please tell me
what’s happening. I’m so worried. Did I do something wrong? Was it
because I missed the debs? Because you know I am so so sorry about that but
they just couldn’t get me on another flight. You know that. I am always here
for you when you need me.
Whatever it is Rosie please no that I will understand and will always be
here to help you. Please let me no what is happening, I’m going out of my
mind here. If you don’t get in touch with me, I’m booking a flight back to
Ireland and I’m going to see you myself.
Love,
Alex

→Dear Sandra,
Alex has been leaving messages with us all week and he’s terribly worried
about Rosie. I know you’re worried about him worrying about Rosie so
I’m just writing to let you know the situation . . .

→Mrs. Dunne,
Hi Alice, it’s Alex here. I’m just writing to see if Rosie’s OK. I haven’t
heard from her and I was getting a bit worried to tell you the truth. It’s unusual
for me to not hear from her in so long. Every time I call the house it just goes
onto answering machine, are you all getting my messages? Maybe you’ve all
gone away? Please let me know if everything is OK and tell Rosie to call.
Best wishes,
Alex.

→from: Alex
to: Rosie
subject: Please Rosie?
Are you mad at me? I’m sorry I couldn’t go to the debs ball, things with
whiney Briany can’t have gone that badly, can they?! What have you been
doing all month? This is ridiculous. Why doesn’t anyone answer the phone
when I call?
Answer me,
Alex

→from: Alex
to: Rosie
subject: Hello??
Rosie are you there? Are you having problems with your e-mail? Please
reply. You should be getting on a plane soon to come over here.

→Steph: Rosie, stop avoiding Alex and tell him how the debs went. Alex
is even e-mailing me wondering what happened and I’m certainly
not going to tell him! The poor guy missed out and all he wants
to know is who did what, where and when.
Rosie: Well I certainly won’t be telling him who did who.
Steph: Ha ha.
Rosie: It’s not funny.
Steph: I think it’s hilarious. Come on it’s been three weeks now!
Rosie: Are you sure it’s been three weeks?
Steph: Oh don’t try to play that one Rosie!
Rosie: No I’m serious Steph. Has it been three weeks?
Steph: Yeah, why?
Rosie: Holy shit.
Rosie has logged off

→from: Rosie
to: Alex
subject: Re: Beer goggles
Well that doesn’t rule out much. Hair’s done now, have to get the rest of
me ready. I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.

→from: Alex
to: Rosie
subject: Re: Beer goggles
Not really. I’d love to be there instead. Don’t do anything with Brian
that I wouldn’t do . . .

→from: Rosie
to: Alex
subject: Beer goggles
The beer goggles will be well and truly on! You know as well as I do that
I can’t go to the debs alone. Brian was the only person I could get last minute
thanks to you. All I have to do is stand in with him for the photos so that
Mum and Dad can have lovely memories of their daughter going to the debs
all dressed up with a man in a tuxedo. The tables seat ten so I won’t even
have to talk to him at dinner so there’s really no problem. Anyway he may
have traumatized me as a child but he’s not that bad!
You’re enjoying this aren’t you Alex?

→from: Alex
to: Rosie
subject: Brian
Well it won’t be for lack of trying. Have fun! May I suggest that you
wear your beer goggles tonight. Brian, you see, is a bit of a whine. And I
don’t think you’ll find his conversation very interesting . . . hee hee

→from: Rosie
to: Alex
subject: No the other Brian
Yes Alex, that Brian. Now may I ask that you please stop e-mailing me
as my darling mother is currently tying knots in my head trying to make me
look half decent? She has also been reading your e-mails and wants you to
know that Brian the Whine won’t be lifting up my skirt tonight.