Квартира Гумилева была полна крыс.

Квартира Гумилева была полна крыс. Ему объясняли, как от них избавиться, но Гумилев отвечал, что крысы у него домашние, разводит он их на случай голода, а с одной так и вообще за лапу здоровается. Он сидел по вечерам у камина, читал горничной стихи по-французски, горничная чистила ему картошку, и они мечтали, что наступят времена без большевиков, когда Гумилев разбогатеет, станет есть на ужин жареных уток и купит себе аэроплан.

Но пока всего этого не было, а была Аня Горенко, был сын Лёвушка, вот эта их квартирка, стихи, конечно, и еще - была Африка. В Африку Гумилев всякий раз ехал несмотря ни на что. Мог проснуться с температурой под 40, полдня бредить белыми кроликами - казалось бы, ну всё, помирает, но потом складывал вещички, выпивал рюмочку и бегом на поезд.

Из Африки Гумилев тащил всё, что только можно, дома у него стояло большое чучело черной пантеры, зимой он ходил в шубе из убитого им леопарда, Музей Этнографии пополнялся благодаря Гумилеву ценнейшими коллекциями - и все вроде счастливы, все, кроме самого Гумилева, которому всё равно чего-то не хватало и всё равно было одиноко.
- Путешествовать по Африке отвратительно, - говорил он. - Жара... Чем ближе к экватору, тем сильнее тоска. В Абиссинии я выходил ночью из палатки, садился на песок, вспоминал Царское, Петербург, северное небо и мне становилось страшно, вдруг я умру здесь от лихорадки и никогда больше всего этого не увижу.

Но не заболел он там никакой лихорадкой, не умер от жажды, не упал с верблюда, не погиб от копья бешеных сомалийцев, у которых только убившему безоружного человека разрешено жениться, не умер от тифа в конце концов, а ведь уж тифом-то в те годы кто только ни болел. Надежда Тэффи, например, болела. Она лежала в Париже в больнице, и её навещал Биншток. Ей было до того плохо, что она даже новости слушать не хотела.
- Я утомлять не буду, - говорил ей Биншток. - Я только одно. Новость. Гумилев расстрелян.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Apartment Gumilev was full of rats. He explained how to get rid of them, but Gumilyov answered that the rat he pets, breeding it in case of famine, and with one and in General for paw greets. He sat in the evenings by the fireplace, read poems in French maid, the maid was cleaning him potatoes, and they dreamed that the coming times without Bolsheviks when Gumilev become rich by eating roasted duck for dinner and buy yourself an airplane. But while all of this was not, and was Anya gorenko, was the son of Lëvuška, that's their choice, of course, and yet-was Africa. In Africa, Gumilev whenever rode in spite of everything. Could wake up with a temperature under 40, half-day rave White rabbits-it would seem, well, everything, pomiraet, but then put things, drank little and running the train. From Africa Gumilev lugging all that can house he stood a large effigy of the Black Panthers, in winter he walked in a fur coat out of them killed the Leopard, Museum of Ethnography has been replenished thanks to Gumilevu most valuable collections and everything seems happy, everything except the Gumilev, who still was missing something and was still lonely. -Travel to Africa is disgusting, he said. -Heat ... The closer to the equator, the more melancholy. In Abyssinia I went out at night from the tent, sat on the sand, recalled the Tsarist Russia, St.-Petersburg, the northern sky and I became scared, all of a sudden I'm going to die here from fever and never again do not see.But he didn't get sick there is no fever, died of thirst, fell from a camel, not killed by Spears mad Somalis who have just killed an unarmed man is allowed to marry, died of typhoid fever at the end of the day, but really something typhus in those years who only ill. Nadezhda Teffi, for example, was ill. She lay in a hospital in Paris, and her visit Binshtok. It was before the bad news that she did not want to listen. -I won't bore-Binshtok told her. -Am I the only one. News. Gumilyov shot.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Apartment Gumilyov was full of rats. He explained how to get rid of them, but Gumilev replied that the rat he home, he throws them in the event of famine, and with one or all of the paw greeting. He sat in the evenings by the fireplace, reading the maid of poems in French, the maid was cleaning his potatoes, and they dreamed that the time will come without the Bolsheviks, when Gumilev be rich, will have a dinner of roasted duck, and can afford to buy an airplane. But while all this was not and Anya was Gorenko, was the son of Lёvushka, so that their apartment, poems, of course, and yet - was Africa. In Africa every time Gumilyov was going no matter what. You could wake up with a temperature of under 40, half-delirious white rabbits - it would seem, well, everything dies, but then folded little things, drank a glass and run the train. From Africa Gumilyov dragged everything that can be, at home he was a large stuffed black panther in the winter he went to the coat of the murdered them leopard, Ethnography Museum replenished through Gumilyov most valuable collections - and everything seems happy, all except the ENU, which is still something was missing and it was still lonely. - Travel to Africa disgusting, - he said. - Heat ... The closer to the equator, the more melancholy. In Abyssinia, I went out at night out of the tent, sat down on the sand, remembering Tsar, St. Petersburg, the northern sky, and I felt terrible, suddenly I die here with fever and never just do not see it. But it is not ill, he there is no fever, died of thirst , I fell off the camel, was killed by a spear rabid Somalis, who only has killed an unarmed man is allowed to marry, died of typhus in the end, and after much typhoid something in those years who are just not sick. Hope Taffy, for example, ill. She was lying in a hospital in Paris, and her visiting Binshtok. It was so bad that she even did not want to listen to the news. - I will not bore - I told her Binshtok. - I have only one. News. Gumilev shot.