Машина времени.Город отдыхал после

Машина времени.
Город отдыхал после жаркого дня, жадно вдыхая ночную прохладу. Здания подставляли свои массивные бетонные бока порывам ветра, и он уносил частицы тепла, накопленные ими за долгие двадцать четыре часа. За высокими заборами собаки протяжно выли на звезды, будто от страха, собравшиеся кучками на покатом куполе небосвода. Мерцание тысячи огней отражалось в безмятежном зеркале залива, огибающего небольшое поселение с восточной стороны.
Тусклый свет фонарей падал на покрытые дорожной пылью тонкие линии рельс. В пятидесяти футах от железных путей Марк чего-то выжидал, притаившись за широкими листьями папоротника. Матери он сказал, что ночует у Дина и Криса – их родители уехали на выходные, поэтому беспокоится не о чем.
Маленькие пальчики сжимают высокую траву, в светлых волосах запутались хвойные иголки. Земля дрожит по ногами, вода покрывается мелкой рябью, до обоняния доносится запах копоти огромной печи. Бушующий ветер выбивает поблекшие фантики, прошлогодние листья из-под грохочущих колес. Ураган проносится над заливом. Работает котел - горят угли, двигаются поршни - стучат колеса, мчится поезд – мир мчится вместе с ним. Дым серым облаком устремляется в бескрайнее небо, оставляя после себя длинный след в воздухе.
Город затих в ожидании чуда: мимо него проносится история – машина времени набирает свой ход. То, что еще вчера было где-то там, в прошлом: дышало вчерашним воздухом, ходило по вчерашней земле, теперь мчится навстречу неизвестности. В каждом купе четыре человека: кто-то везет с собой пряные специи из Индии, кто-то воспоминания о путешествиях в лесах южных стран, кто-то надежды на лучшее будущее. В каждом вагоне десятки таких людей. Весь поезд - тысяча огней – окон, и все они движутся на встречу далекому «завтра».
Город спал в объятьях прохладной ночи, в ожидании нового дня. За высокими заборами собаки укрылись в своих будках, сверху на них смотрели звезды, будто чьей-то легкой рукой, разбросанные по всей поверхности покатого купола небосвода. Мерцание тысячи огней отражалось в безмятежном зеркале залива, огибающего небольшое поселение с восточной стороны.
Яркий свет фонарей падал на еще разгоряченные тонкие линии рельс. В пятидесяти футах от железных путей Марк увидел чудо – настоящую машину времени. Мать уже дочитала последнюю страницу книги и теперь отдыхает, Дин и Крис давно заждались его на веранде – отсюда буквально десять минут, поэтому беспокоится не о чем.

Результаты (английский) 1:

The time machine.The city rested after a hot day, eagerly inhaling the night cool. Building tripped up its massive concrete Boca winds, and he took heat particles, accumulated over twenty-four hours. Behind the high fences dog howled at Star drawl as if from fear, gathered in groups on a gentle dome of the sky. The flicker of thousands of lights reflected in the tranquil mirror Bay, around a small settlement on the East side.Dim light fell on the road covered with dust, thin lines of Rails. Fifty feet from the rail ways to Mark something waited, hiding behind the broad leaves of the fern. He said that the mother staying at Dina and Chris-their parents went on holiday, so don't worry about anything. Tiptoes compress high grass, bright hair mess up pine needles. Earth shaking under your feet, the water is covered with shallow rippling, to smell the smell of soot comes a huge furnace. Raging wind knocks out the faded candy wrappers, last year's leaves from underneath the rattling wheels. Hurricane sweeps over the Gulf. Boiler works burning coals, moving Pistons-knock the wheel, hurtling train-the world hurtling along with him. Smoke grey cloud rushes into the endless sky, leaving a long trail in the air. The city has settled down in expectation of a miracle: past him through the story-time machine dials your move. What remains today was somewhere there in the past: breathed air yesterday went on yesterday's Earth now hurtling toward obscurity. Each compartment four person: someone luck with a spicy spices from India, someone memories of travels in the forests of southern countries, who hope for a better future. In each wagon to dozens of such people. The whole train-thousand lights-Windows, and all of them are moving to meet distant tomorrow.The city was asleep in the embrace of cool nights, waiting for a new day. Behind the high fences of the dog took refuge in their booths, on top of them watched the stars, though someone's light hand, scattered across the surface of the pokatogo dome of the sky. The flicker of thousands of lights reflected in the tranquil mirror Bay, around a small settlement on the East side. Bright light fell on another hot thin lines of Rails. Fifty feet from the rail ways Mark saw a miracle-a veritable time machine. Mother had already finished reading the last page of the book and now rests, Dean and Chris long waiting for him on the veranda-literally ten minutes, so don't worry about anything.

Результаты (английский) 2:

The Time Machine.
The city was resting after a hot day, greedily inhaling the cool night. Buildings tripped his massive concrete sides of the wind, and he was carrying a particle of heat accumulated by them for a long twenty-four hours. For dogs with high fences lingeringly howling at the stars, as if in fear, gathered in groups on the sloping dome of the sky. Blink thousands of lights reflected in the placid mirror of the Gulf, enveloping a small village on the east side.
Dim light lanterns fell on the thin line of the rail covered with road dust. Fifty feet from the railway tracks, Mark something waited, hiding behind the broad leaves of a fern. Mother said that sleeps Dean and Chris - their parents left for the weekend, so nothing to worry about.
Little fingers squeeze the tall grass, light hair tangled pine needles. The earth trembles at his feet, the water covered with small ripples, to smell the smell of smoke comes the huge furnace. Raging wind knocks faded wrappers, last year's leaves from under the rumbling of wheels. A hurricane sweeps over the bay. Boiler Works - burning coals, moving pistons - banging wheels, racing the train - the world races with him. Smoke gray cloud rushes into the vast sky, leaving behind a long trail in the air.
The town was quiet in expectation of a miracle: it sweeps past history - a time machine dials your turn. What yesterday was out there somewhere, in the past: yesterday breathed air, passed around on the ground yesterday, is now hurtling toward the unknown. Each compartment four people: some luck with a spicy spices from India, some memories of travels in the forests of the southern countries, some hope for the future. Each car dozens of people. The whole train - a thousand lights - windows, and they are moving to a distant meeting "tomorrow".
The city was asleep in the arms of the cool of the night, waiting for a new day. Behind high fences dogs took refuge in their booths, they looked down on the stars, if someone's light hand, scattered across the surface of the sloping dome of the sky. Blink thousands of lights reflected in the placid mirror of the Gulf, enveloping a small village on the east side.
The bright light lamps fell on the still flushed thin line rail. Fifty feet from the railway tracks, Mark saw a miracle - a real time machine. Mother had already finished reading the last page of the book and is now resting, Dean and Chris for a long time been waiting for him on the porch - just ten minutes away, so nothing to worry about.

Результаты (английский) 3:

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