Никто не принимал во мне тогда боль

Никто не принимал во мне тогда больше участия, чем Роза Уотерфорд. Мужской ум соединялся в ней с женским своенравием, а романы, выходившие из-под ее пера, смущали читателей своей оригинальностью. У нее-то я и встретил жену Чарлза Стрикленда. Мисс Уотерфорд устраивала званый чай, и в ее комнатке набилось полным-полно народу. Все оживленно болтали, и я, молча сидевший в сторонке, чувствовал себя прескверно, но был слишком робок, чтобы присоединиться к той или иной группе гостей, казалось, всецело поглощенных собственными делами. Мисс Уотерфорд, как гостеприимная хозяйка, видя мое замешательство, поспешила мне на помощь.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Nobody took me then more participation than a rose of Waterford. The male mind connected with female svoenraviem, and novels that went out from under her pen, confused readers by its originality. It's something I and met Charles Strickland's wife. Miss a dinner suit Waterford tea and room nabilos′ chock-full of people. All lively chatted and I silently sitting on the sidelines, felt terrible, but was too timid to join one group or another, seemed to be fully absorbed by their own deeds. Miss Waterford as hostess, seeing my confusion, I hurried to help.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Nobody took me then more participation than Rose Waterford. Male mind it was connected with a woman's waywardness, and novels, came out of her pen, confused readers with its originality. She's what I met the wife of Charles Strickland. Miss Waterford suit tea party, and in her room crammed full of people. All animatedly chatted, and I sat quietly in a corner, feeling very badly, but I was too shy to join a particular group of guests seemed to be entirely absorbed by their own affairs. Miss Waterford, as the hostess, seeing my confusion, I hurried to the rescue.

Результаты (английский) 3:

no one took me so more participation than rose waterford. the male mind incorporated therein with the women"s своенравием, novels, выходившие from under her pen, confused readers for its originality. she and i met the wife of charles strickland. miss waterford threw a cup of tea, and its набилось room full of people. all a chatting, and i silently sitting on the sidelines, felt very badly, but i was too shy to join a group of guests seemed to devour their own affairs. miss waterford, the hospitable hostess, seeing my confusion, i rushed to my aid.