Stih: переводы

→While she’s gone, Sam and I spar together in the backyard.

→“I’m so sorry, Six."
“Me, too,” she says.

→“We had them. We were about to—,” comes the voice, but the other cuts him off. He scans the air to see what he’s already sensed. I stop, stand motionless, and hold my breath. And then he finds me. A shudder runs up my spine.

→“All of them, all of them killed. Along with three piken and two krauls,” the smaller of the two says, standing with fidgeting hands beside the larger man.

→My head snaps around when the bell dings: prayers are
five minutes away, followed directly by bed. Panic sweeps
through me. I have to know if anything new has been
reported. Perhaps John’s been caught. Perhaps the police
have found something else at the demolished school,
something originally overlooked. Even if there’s nothing
new at all, I have to know. I’ll never get to sleep otherwise.

→“What?” Gabby asks in a snotty voice, glaring at me. “I’m
writing an email.”

→I fix a hard stare on Gabriela Garcia—Gabby for short—
who sits at one of the computers. Gabby’s sixteen and very
pretty, with long dark hair and brown eyes; and she always
dresses slutty when she’s outside the convent, wearing tight
shirts that show off her pierced navel. Every morning she
dresses in loose, baggy clothes, but the second we’re out
of sight of the Sisters she removes them, revealing a tight,
skimpy outfit underneath. Then she spends the rest of the
walk to school applying makeup and redoing her hair. It’s
the same with her four friends, three of whom also live here.
And when the day ends, they wipe their faces clean during
the walk back and re-dress in their original clothes.

→My faith in Lorien remains intact. In India, a year and a half ago, four different people witnessed a boy move objects with his mind. While the significance behind the event was small at first, the boy’s abrupt disappearance
shortly thereafter created much buzz in the region, and a hunt for him began. As far as I know, he hasn’t been found.

→Perhaps John Smith, if that’s his real name, is merely a boy with a grudge who was pushed too far. But I don’t think that’s the case. My heart races whenever his picture appears on my screen. I’m gripped with a profound
desperation that I can’t quite explain. I can feel it in my bones that he’s one of us. And I know, somehow, that I must find him.

→I was six when we landed. When the ship jolted to a halt on Earth, even at my young age I sensed how much was at stake for us - nine Cepan, nine Garde - and that our only chance waited for us here. We had entered the planet’s atmosphere in the midst of a storm of our own creation, and as our feet found Earth for the very first time, I remember the wisps of steam that rolled off the ship and the goose bumps that covered my arms. I hadn’t felt the wind in a year, and it was freezing outside. Somebody was there waiting for us. I don’t know who he was, only that he handed each Cepan two sets of clothes and a large envelope. I still don’t know what was in it.