Автобусы. Зимой все автобусы начина

Автобусы.

Зимой все автобусы начинают грустить. Бывает, решишь в начале зимы покататься на автобусе - ждёшь, он подъезжает, останавливается, и ты слышишь, как он издаёт еле слышное "ох, как печально". Заходишь в автобус, едешь, а он на каждой остановке что-нибудь да вздохнёт - "ох-ох" или "ну как же так". И тогда самому становится печально и неприятно. Говорят, что автобусы так скучают по тёплому лету и по яркому Солнцу.
Я пытался поточнее узнать про эту историю сезонной грусти автобусов - ходил в автобусный парк, говорил с тамошним начальником. Но он всегда отвечает, даже не дослушав вопроса: "Мы ничего вам не можем ответить и никак не можем вам помочь. Вот, пожалуйста, возьмите календарик". И даёт календарик с автобусом за какой-нибудь позапрошлый год. На календарике лето.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Buses. In winter, all buses start to feel sad. Sometimes decide in early winter ride on bus-waiting for, he drives up, stops and you hear how it publishes barely slyšnoe "Oh, how sad." You come into the bus, driving, and at each stop he is anything but sorrow-"Oh-Oh" or "well how come". And then himself becomes sad and unpleasant. They say that the buses so miss the warm summer and bright sun. I tried to accurately learn about the story of seasonal sadness buses went to the bus fleet, spoke with the local chief. But he always answers, not even waiting for the question: "we have nothing you can't answer and cannot help you. So, please take the date navigator ". And gives the date navigator with a bus for any previous year. In the date navigator in the summer.

Результаты (английский) 2:

For a long time I went to school, then to university, for bread and milk, then for cigarettes and whiskey, for women, for a salary, the crowd at the holidays and in the subway, for new mail and clever books ... Everything has changed dramatically in the quiet December night, when it began to snow. I went out and followed him. Sometimes I think that I still have not returned.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Buses.

in winter all buses are beginning to love songs. Sometimes, elevated in early winter riding by coach - waiting, he man dressed, stops, and you hear, as he makes a scant victorious "oh, how sad". The bus Forum,You jerk, and it at each stop something yes вздохнет - "oh, oh" or "as". And then it becomes very sad and painful. It is said that the buses so mastery on warm summer and the bright sun.
I tried to very unusual to learn about this history seasonal sadness buses - went to a bus park, spoke with bidonville chief. But he is always responsible, even without listening question:"We have nothing but you cannot answer and cannot help you. That is, please take when she felt". And when she felt the coach for any insure per year. The календарике summer.