Победи себя и выиграешь тысячи битв

Победи себя и выиграешь тысячи битв.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Win yourself and win a thousand battles.

Результаты (английский) 2:

"Here," I offered, sitting up again. I nodded towards the crushed, barely empty pack of cigarettes in my hand. Arthur pulled a cigarette out with unsteady fingers, and I lit it for him before doing the same for myself. He took a long drag before speaking again.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. The ash of his cigarette fell on the floor as his hand continued to shake.

"You don't have to apologize," I replied, pushing the yellowed ceramic ash tray over him. We sat in silence again before I continued.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing," I admitted. "I shouldn't have said all that. I'm sorry. I'm still trying to find my footing. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing yet."

Arthur cleared his throat half-heartedly. He stared at the smoke floating up from his half-consumed cigarette, but he didn't speak.

"I read through all your files," I told him slowly, hoping to move on. "Did you really bring a gun to a children's hospital?"

He took another drag off his cigarette and muttered something I didn't quite hear.

"What?"

"I got jumped," he repeated, just barely above a whisper.

"Both your employer and the police reported that you told them it was a prop."

"One of the guys at work gave me the gun after some kids stole my sign and beat me up," he explained slowly, holding his hand out with a near-finished cigarette between his fingers. "I tried to explain what happened, but my boss wouldn't believe me. I kept the gun in case I needed to defend myself again... I told them it was a prop because I was scared."

I sighed. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. But do you realize that this makes you extremely untrustworthy, right?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"You told your boss and the police one story, and now you're coming forward with another," I explained. "Even if this is the truth, it shows that you're willing to lie."

"We all lie," he muttered, crushing his cigarette out. "One way or another, we all lie. I just had a good reason to."

"I haven't lied to you, Arthur."

He let out a mirthless laughless. "You lie every single day, Counselor. You're lying to me right now. You lie when you get dressed in the morning, pretending for everyone that you're a high-brow, 'respectable citizen' with a good job. You lie when you buy things you can't afford with money you don't have, just so you can lie to yourself and say you're happy with your state in life. Everyone lies. This whole society runs on lies. That's the only way things get done. You're no better than me, even though you lie to yourself about that, too."

I wanted to respond, but I held my tongue. Our conversation wasn't supposed to be about me, or society, or the suit I knew I'd paid too much for.

"I've tried to be honest with you, Arthur."

"I'm not sure you have," he retorted.

"I've tried my best to be honest with you," I explained, "because I want this relationship to be built on trust. I want the jury to trust you, too, and if I can believe you, so can they. I'm extremely hesitant to put you on the stand because of the story you told the police, but I'm still considering it. It would give us a decent chance to clarify your side of the story, at least for the firearms charges."

"I think those are the least of my concerns."

Silence fell over us again. I didn't know what to say next. I had my work cut out for me - the prosecutors had already provided me with plenty of evidence to work with. Of course, I was going to try to get as much of it deemed inadmissible as I could, but I still had a sinking suspicion that I wasn't going to win the case. The Public Defenders' Office had stuck me on Arthur's case all alone, and no one was eager to give me any advice. Everyone wants to help the new kid until they realize the new kid is the killer clown's lawyer.

"I have to be honest with you, Arthur," I began slowly. "I'm doing my best, but... I really don't think we're going to win this."

He shrugged. "I never really expected to."

"It's why I've been so insistent about getting to know you better," I explained. "I want to shoot for as lenient of a sentence as we can."

Arthur began fiddling with the handcuffs around his wrists and sighed before he spoke. "Alright."

"Alright what?"

"Alright, we can talk," he clarified, locking eyes with me. "But I want to know about you."

I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Well, what do you want to know?"

He looked up, thinking. "Why did you become a public defender?"

"Everyone wants to put criminals behind bars," I replied, "but they always forget that real justice involves the criminal getting his day in court. Even the most hardened criminal has a right to explain his side of the story. I guess I wanted to do the dirty work that keeps the system working properly, I don't know."

I paused before continuing. "Why did you kill your mother?"

Arthur crossed his arms and gave me an icy stare. "You have my file. You know what she did." ...

Результаты (английский) 3:

Win yourself, win thousands of battles.