Голос у него был негромкий, холодны

Голос у него был негромкий, холодный и низкий, почти металлический. Он снял перчатки, обнажив крупные, с длинными пальцами, руки, никогда не знавшие тяжелого труда рабочего или крестьянина. Однако острый глаз караванщика сразу приметил большие, твёрдые, хорошо набитые костяшки пальцев – признак человека, много лет посвятившего единоборствам. Не упустил Джек и мозоля на пальце, характерного для стрелков. Наёмный убийца, что ли?
- Вы к нам из какого края? – полюбопытствовал караванщик, сворачивая самокрутку.
- Из Шэйди Сэндс, – ответил вновь прибывший. – Я приехал сегодня и такой переполох застал… Говорят, бандиты снова подняли головы? И вы даже пострадали от них?
- Это кто такое говорит?
- Я сюда из гостиницы зашёл. А там об этом только и судачат.
- Да, бандиты, – вздохнул караванщик. – С тяжёлым пулемётом, мать их за ногу… И лошадьми. Уцелевшие ребята сказали, что и доспехи у них дай бог каждому.
- Уцелевшие ребята, говорите? – прищурился незнакомец. – А вы в это время?..
Джек показал на забинтованную голову. Любознательность блондина действовала ему на нервы, да и мало приятного было в том, чтобы говорить о столь позорных поражениях.
- Расскажите мне, как всё происходило, – настаивал незнакомец. – И то, что помните сами, и то, что узнали после…
- Чего это вдруг? Вы для «Радио Пустоши», что ли, новости собираете?
Одноглазый сухо рассмеялся.
- А вы не верите в желание бескорыстной помощи?
- Я охотней верю в Санта-Клауса.
- Правильно, я тоже. Но вы же хотите вернуться в караван? И отомстить?
Джек глотнул виски, вспоминая сегодняшний разговор с помощниками Райта.
- Я помогу вам принести Райту головы рейдеров, – вполголоса сказал одноглазый, словно угадав его мысли. – Потому, что сам хочу очистить дороги от этой заразы. Я, видите ли, деловой человек… Налаживаю здесь контакты, о поставках договариваюсь… И бандиты сильно помешают моим планам. Но мне нужна информация из первых рук!.. Можете взять ещё виски, я угощаю!
Джек сильно сомневался, стоит ли доверять этому типу и, тем более, что-то от него брать, но тот протянул ему руку, даже лицо гостя словно оттаяло, сделавшись из ледяного человеческим. Несмотря на увечье, оно оказалось породистым и красивым – сдержанной мужской красотой.
- Моя фамилия Уэверли, – представился он. Чем-то старомодным повеяло от этого имени. Не предвоенными даже временами, а куда более далёкими, когда некие благородные господа охотились с гончими псами в своих родовых имениях. Делать им, паразитам, больше нечего было…
- Джек! – ответил караванщик и пожал протянутую руку.
Когда они покинули бар, дело было уже за полночь. Человек, назвавший себя Уэверли, твёрдо держался на ногах. Джек передвигался по причудливой кривой, растопырив руки и хватаясь за что ни попадя, в том числе и за самого Уэверли. Уличные девки над ним хохотали.
- Ванаминго вам в клиенты! – огрызался Джек.

Результаты (английский) 1:

His voice was quiet, cold and low, almost metallic. He took off his gloves, exposing the large, with long fingers, hands, never knew the heavy labor or farmer. But a keen eye immediately spotted karavanŝika big, solid, well padded knuckles-human trait, many years devoted to martial arts. Not missed Jack and callus on his finger, typical shooters. Hitman or what?-You to us from any edge? is he karavanŝik, rolling up a cigarette.From Shady sands, "said newcomer. I came today and such a commotion caught ... They say the bandits again raised their heads? And you even have suffered from them?-Who is It said?-I here from hotels visited. And there's only about this and gossip.-Yes, bandits, "sighed karavanŝik. -With a heavy machine gun, the mother of their leg. And horses. The surviving guys said that they have armor and God bless everyone. -Surviving guys say? -the stranger frowned. -Are you at this time?Jack showed up at the zabintovannuû head. Curiosity blond on the nerves he acted, and little pleasant it was to talk about such shameful defeats.-Tell me how it all happened, "insisted a stranger. -And what do you remember yourself, and what they learned.-What is suddenly? Thank you for the radio wasteland that Li, news collect?One-eyed stiffly laughed.-And you do not believe in the desire of disinterested aid?-The thing I believe in Santa Claus.-Correct, I too. But you want to return to the caravan? And revenge?Jack gulp some whiskey, remembering today's conversation with the friends of Wright.-I'll help you to bring Wright head Raiders-undertone said one-eyed like guessing his thoughts. -Because I want to clear the road from this contagion. I, you see, a business man. Both contacts there, on deliveries arranged ... And the bandits heavily interfere with my plans. But I need some information first hand! Can take more whisky, I treat!Jack strongly doubted whether to trust this type and something to take from him, but he held out his hand, even a person like guest ottaâlo curse of ice loss. Despite the injury, it was porodistym and beautiful-restrained male beauty.-My name-he introduces himself as Waverley. Something old-fashioned wafted from this name. Not even pre-war times and much more distant, when some noble gentlemen were hunted with hounds dogs in their ancestral estates. Make them parasites, nothing more.-Jack! karavanŝik replied and shook the outstretched hand.When they left the bar, it was already past midnight. A man who identified himself Waverley firmly clung to her legs. Jack walked to the quaint curve, rastopyriv hands and grasping for that either you don't really need, including the Waverley. Streetwalkers laughing over it.-Vanamingo you! -Jack snapped back.

Результаты (английский) 2:

His voice was quiet, cold and low, almost metallic. He took off his gloves, revealing a large, long-fingered hands, never knew toil worker or peasant. However, a sharp eye caravan immediately noticed a large, solid, well-stuffed knuckles - a sign of a man who has devoted many years of martial arts. I do not miss Jack and calluses on his finger, which is characteristic for the shooters. Assassins, perhaps?
- You to us from some of the region? - Curious caravan, folding cigarette.
- From Shady Sands, - said the newcomer. - I went today and found such a stir ... They say the bandits raised their heads again? And you even have suffered from them?
- Who says so?
- I'm here went out of the hotel. And there it just gossip.
- Yes, bandits, - sighed caravan. - With a heavy machine gun, their mother's leg ... and horses. The surviving children said that they have armor and God forbid anyone.
- Surviving guys talking about? - The stranger's eyes narrowed. - Did you at this time ..?
Jack pointed to his bandaged head. Curiosity blonde on his nerves, and it was pleasant enough to talk about such a shameful defeat.
- Tell me how it all happened - the stranger insisted. - And what do you remember and what you learned after ...
- How is it? Thank you for "Wasteland Radio" or something, gather news?
One-eyed laughed dryly.
- And you do not believe in the selfless desire to help?
- I can believe in Santa Claus.
- That's right, me too. But you want to go in a caravan? And revenge?
Jack took a sip of whiskey, remembering the conversation today with his aides Wright.
- I'll help you bring Wright Raiders head, - softly said the one-eyed, as if guessing his thoughts. - Because he would like to clear the road from this infection. I, you know, business person ... to establish contacts here, the supply negotiate ... and bandits strongly interfere with my plans. But I need some information first hand! .. You can take more whiskey, I'm buying!
Jack doubted whether or not to trust this type and, moreover, that some of it to take, but he held out his hand, even if the person guest thawed made of ice men. Despite the injury, it turned out thoroughbred and beautiful - understated masculine beauty.
- My name Waverley - he introduced himself. What a breath of old-fashioned by this name. Not even the pre-war times, and much more distant when some noble gentlemen were hunted with hounds dogs in their family estate. Making them parasites, there was nothing else ...
- Jack! - Caravan replied and shook hands.
When they left the bar, it was already past midnight. A man who identified himself as Waverly, firmly on his feet. Jack moved around the quaint curve, outstretched arms and clutching at that popadja, including most of Waverley. Street girls laughed at him.
- Wanamingo you customers! - Jack snapped.

Результаты (английский) 3:

his voice was quiet, cold and low, almost metallic. he took off her gloves, large, long fingers, hands, never knowing of heavy labor worker or peasant. however, a sharp eye караванщика immediately spotted a large, strong, well filled with knuckles is a sign of a person who has devoted many years единоборствам. miss jack and мозоля on the finger of the shooters. a hired killer, right?- you are to us what parts? - no, i just wondered караванщик folding joint.from the шэйди sands, is said to a newcomer. - i came to see you today, and it"s caught -- say, the bandits again raised their heads? and you even have suffered from them?- who says that?i came here from the hotel. and there it is:.- yes, bandits, is a караванщик. - with a gun, the mother of their leg, and horses. the boys said that they let each armor.- the guys talking about? - прищурился stranger. - and you at that time? ...jack has забинтованную head. curiosity, blond was on his nerves, and little good it is to talk about such a humiliating defeats.- tell me how it happened, "insisted a stranger. - and what you are, and what they"ve learned after...- what is it? you for the radio пустоши», news gathering?eye dry laugh.- you don"t believe in desire selfless assistance?i rather believe in santa claus.- right, me too. but you want to return to the caravan? and revenge?jack swallowed a whiskey when you today with the assistant of wright.- i"ll help you bring wright heads raiders, voice said the one eyed, as if угадав his thoughts. is because you want to clear the road of this disease. i have a business man working in contacts, on the supply of work... and they really help my plans. but i"ll need some information first hand! ... you can have another scotch, my treat!jack much doubt whether to trust this guy, much less something from him to take, but he held out his hand, even face the guest like frozen, and the ice man. despite the injury, it was branded and beautiful, but the male beauty.- my name"s waverly, introduces himself. something old-fashioned sounds from that name. don"t предвоенными even at times, and more далёкими when some noble lord hunting with beagles dogs in their ancestral имениях. to them, the parasites, there was nothing...- jack! is said караванщик and shook to shake hands.when they left the bar, it was already past midnight. a man calling himself waverly, firmly stand up. jack using the bizarre curve, растопырив hands and хватаясь for any missions, including for the waverley. уличны