Galiev: переводы

→They drove past Lake Mary and through the one-gas-station-one-restaurant town of Mormon Lake. It was a beautiful day, clear and cold, the sky a brilliant dark baby blue punctuated by billowy white clouds. Ahead, on the Rim, they could see a mirrored flash between the trees as sunlight reflected off the tin roof of Baker Point lookout.

→"Not that I know of.”

→"We did.” She stared out the side window, talking softly. "We always tried to make one like Frosty; you know, one that was alive. We tried spells and prayers and magic hats and magic wands, everything we could think of.” He smiled at her. "Did it work?”

→"In Los Angeles?” He laughed.

→She turned to him. "Did you ever make snowmen when you were young?”

→They zoomed past.

→"That’s cute,” he said.

→He saw it now. Small, not more than three feet high, it stood on the side of the road, facing their car, one white arm stretched outward in a classic hitchhiking position.

→"A snowman.”

→He followed her finger but could see nothing. "What?”

→It had continued snowing throughout the night, and while the highway was clear, large drifts of snow were piled up along the side of the road. The leafless trees, silhouetted against the morning sun, stood out in sharp contrast to the white blanketed ground. They drove in silence, eating donuts and sipping coffee, looking out at the passing scenery. Suddenly April pointed out the front windshield. "Hey," she said. "Look at that!”

→Hal Katz awoke early despite the cold, and after showering, shaving and putting on warm clothes, he woke up his wife, shaking her gently and whispering in her ear: "Come on, honey. It’s time to go.” He paid the bill and turned in the room key at the front desk while she got ready, and they were on the road out of Flagstaff by eight.