- Выходит, я жив? – пробормотал он,

- Выходит, я жив? – пробормотал он, пытаясь ощупать голову, но, едва притронувшись, отдернул руку: голова болела – страх.
- Тише, тише! – встревожилась миссис Джейкобс. – Только резких движений не надо!
- Бандитов, значит, отогнали?..
- Нет, – покачала головой голубоглазая Мэллори Уивер, младшая сестра миссис Джейкобс. – Они забрали всё, что можно было унести: у нас нет ни оружия, ни патронов, ни груза. Воды – только чтоб ноги не протянуть. Странно даже, что её нам вообще оставили.
Такое рыцарство рейдерам было никак не свойственно. Однако, глава каравана думал сейчас не об этом.
- Сколько погибло наших?
- Шестеро. Я не знаю всех по именам… Только Эрика, – и она тихо заплакала, закрыв узкими ладонями своё нежное личико.
Только Эрика… Караванщик приподнялся на локтях, превозмогая боль. Каменная рука снова перекрыла ему дыхание, а сердце тянулось вниз, к земле, словно весило тонну.
- Раненые?..
- Все, кроме нас с Мэллори, – хрипло сказала миссис Джейкобс, готовая расплакаться вслед за сестрой. – Кто-то тяжелее, кто-то легче. Моему Янну тоже досталось будь здоров. А спирт забрали – ни боль облегчить, ни раны обработать.
- А вы… – робко спросил Джек. – Вы точно в порядке?..
- Пронесло. Она запретила нас трогать.
- Кто «она»? – раненый вздрогнул, словно речь шла о божией матери.
- Их предводительница, – ответила миссис Джейкобс. – Я ей пальнула в живот, когда она сунулась в повозку. Но та, видать, в бронежилете была. Живёхонька!
- В волчьей накидке и чудных таких очках?.. – Джек вспомнил рейдера, который его ранил.
Миссис Джейкобс кивнула.
- А с чего вы решили, что это «она»?
- Голос, поступь, движения… Женщина женщину распознает сразу.
- Надо было в голову стрелять. Баба-убийца – это ещё хуже, чем бандюга-мужик! – Джек почти задыхался от ярости. – Это мы созданы мочить друг друга, потому что дурные, а вы – поддерживать жизнь и беречь. Чёрт знает, что творится…
- И вот ещё что, – добавила миссис Джейкобс. – У бандитов были лошади.
«Лошади… – поразился Джек. – В первый и последний раз я видел коня в семнадцать лет!.. А эти твари раздобыли сразу нескольких! С ними можно стремительно нападать и так же стремительно смываться! И двигатели не шумят, и бензина, чёрт возьми, не нужно! Горы, ущелья – с лошадьми пройдёшь везде! Вот засада!»

Результаты (английский) 1:

-Goes, I'm alive? -he muttered, trying to like head, but hardly without writing too much, draw back the hand: head ache-fear.-Hush, hush! -concerned Mrs Jacobs. Only sudden movements!-Bandits, then driven off? ...-No,-shook her head blue-eyed Mallory Weaver, the younger sister of Mrs Jacobs. -They took everything that could be carried out: we have neither weapons nor ammunition, no cargo. Water-only to stretch their legs. Strange that us General left.Such chivalry Raiders was in no way peculiar to. However, the head of the caravan was thinking now is not about that.-How our died?-Six. I don't know all the names. Only Eric, and it cried quietly, closing the narrow Palms her gentle face.Only Eric ... Karavanŝik up on the elbows, the searing pain. Stone hand again blocked him breath, and the heart was crawling down to the ground, as if weighed a ton.-Wounded?-All except us with Mallory-hoarsely said Mrs Jacobs, finished a tearful sister followed. -Someone heavier someone easier. My Ioannou also went to be healthy. And alcohol seized is no pain relieve, no wounds treated. -Did you ...-timidly asked Jack. -You are exactly right? ...-Carrying. She forbade us to touch.-Who is she? -wounded shuddered, as if we were talking about the mother of God.-Their army, "replied Mrs Jacobs. I pal′nula her in the stomach when she aquire cart. But, see, the moment was. Živëhon′ka! -In Wolf mantle and such wonderful glasses? -Jack remembered the Raiders who were wounded.Mrs. Jacobs nodded.-And why you have decided that this is "it"?-The voice, pace, ... Woman woman recognizes immediately.-We had to shoot in the head. Baba-killer is even worse than a gangster-guy! -Jack is almost choking from rage. Is we are wet each other, because the bad and you-to support life and cherish. The devil knows what is happening ...And one more thing, "added Mrs Jacobs. -The bandits were horses."Horse ...-Jack was awed. -The first and last time I saw a horse at the age of seventeen! And these critters have gotten several! With them you can rapidly attack and as rapidly wash off! And engines are noisy, and gasoline, hell, you don't need to! Mountains, ravines with horses projdëš′ everywhere! Here's the ambush! "

Результаты (английский) 2:

- It turns out that I'm alive? - He muttered, trying to feel the head, but barely touching, pulled his hand away: headache - fear.
- Hush, hush! - Alarmed Mrs. Jacobs. - Only the sudden movements do not!
- Bandits, then driven away? ..
- No, - Mallory shook her head in blue-Weaver, the younger sister of Mrs. Jacobs. - They took everything that could carry out: we do not have any weapons or ammunition or cargo. Water - only that the legs do not stretch. Strangely, even that she left us at all.
Such chivalry raiders were not typical. However, the head of the caravan is now thought not about that.
- How many were killed ours?
- Six. I do not know all the names ... Only Eric - and she began to cry softly, closing his narrow hands gentle face.
Just ... Eric caravan up on his elbows, his pain. Stone hand again blocked his breathing and his heart dragged down to the ground, as if weighed a ton.
- Wounded ..?
- All but me and Mallory - Mrs Jacobs said hoarsely, ready to burst into tears after her sister. - Someone heavier someone easier. My Yann got to be healthy, too. And alcohol is taken - no pain relieve or treat the wounds.
- And you ... - timidly asked Jack. - You are exactly right ..?
- Carried. It is forbidden to touch us.
- Who is "she"? - The wounded man shuddered, as if it was about the Mother of God.
- Their leader - said Mrs. Jacobs. - I fired her in the stomach, as she put it in the cart. But that, you see, in body armor was. Zhivёhonka!
- The wolf cloak and wonderful these glasses? .. - Jack remembered raider, who wounded him.
Mrs. Jacobs nodded.
- And why did you decide that this is "it"?
- The voice, gait, movements ... Woman Woman recognize immediately .
- We had to shoot in the head. Baba-killer - it's even worse than the bandit-man! - Jack almost choked with rage. - That we were created to wet each other, because the bad, and you - to sustain life and to cherish. God knows what's going on ...
- And another thing, - added Mrs. Jacobs. - At the criminals had horses.
"Horses ... - Jack marveled. - The first and last time I saw a horse seventeen years .. And these creatures got hold of several! They can quickly and attack as quickly washed off! And the engine noise, and gasoline, hell, it is not necessary! Mountains, gorges - the horses will pass everywhere! That's an ambush! "

Результаты (английский) 3:

- so am i alive? - he muttered, trying to ощупать head, but barely притронувшись, отдернул hand: migraine is fear.- shh, shh, shh! is tweaked out mrs. jacobs. - just don"t make any sudden moves.bandits, so great? ...- no, just shook her head, blue eyed mallory weaver, the younger sister of mrs. jacobs. they took everything that can carry away: we don"t have any weapons or ammunition, or cargo. water is not only to extend the legs. it"s weird that she left us all.such gallantry raiders was not good. however, the head of the caravan of thought is not the point.- how much of our lives?- six. i don"t know all the names, but erica, she quietly cry, shutting down the narrow hands your gentle face.only eric... караванщик man pulled himself up, elbow"s pain. stone hand again blocking his breathing and heart on and on, down to earth, and weighed a ton.- casualties? ...- everybody but us with mallory, hoarsely said mrs. jacobs, ready to burst into tears after her sister. - somebody as somebody better. my янну too good cheers. and alcohol took no pain relief, and wound treatment.- you... - you said jack. are you sure you"re okay? ...- that was close. she forbade us to touch.who is "she"? is a flinch, as it was of the mother of god.their предводительница, said mrs. jacobs. - she shot her in the stomach when she сунулась wagon. but the one i was in kevlar. живёхонька!- wolf"s cape and quirky such glasses? ... - jack remembered raider who hurt him.mrs. jacobs nodded.- what makes you think it is "she"?- voice, pace, movement, woman woman knows immediately.- you should head to shoot. the lady killer is worse than a thug is a man! - jack, almost choking with rage. - we have to kill each other, because the evil, and you are to keep alive and cherish. god knows what"s going on...- oh, and - added mrs jacobs. - the bandits were a horse."the horse, was impressed with jack. in the first and the last time i saw a horse in seventeen years. ... and these things get more! they can be rapidly attack and so rapidly flushed. and do not make noise, and gasoline, goddamn it, don"t need to! mountains, valleys, with the horses go everywhere! oh, wait! "