Я стоял в совершенном спокойствии.

Я стоял в совершенном спокойствии. Я всегда был не таким как все. Окутанный странным предчувствием,я наблюдал уходившие вперед дни и ждал, когда наступит тот самый момент, когда я узнаю, что таит в себе мое предчувствие. Я знал двоих людей в своей жизни. Один был старик и имел стеклянный глаз с бельмом, а второй был моложе, полон энергии и странных эмоций. Он часто нервничал. А потом началось что-то совсем странное. Первая ночь, когда среди темноты комнаты старика появилась голова молодого друга старика в дверном проеме, мне не показалось таковой. Но вот все последующие шесть я уже начинал чувствовать сильнее и ярче то, что таилось внутри моей души. На восьмую ночь молодой человек задавил кроватью старика. Я не знаю, зачем. Но затем, он разрезал его тело на части. Я не знаю зачем. А затем приехали полицейские и молодой человек пошел открывать им дверь, провел их по дому и завел в комнату, в которой был я. Он поставил моих братьев для полицейских а меня поставил на половицы, прямо под которыми он положил расчлененное тело старика. Я не знаю зачем. А потом они все вместе начали шутить, болтать и смеяться. И я чувствовал негодование, потому что они смеются, сидя на костях моего хозяина. А потом молодой человек зачем-то встал, начал стучать мною об пол, кричать, бегать по комнате и в итоге сознался в убийстве. Я не знаю зачем. Я вобще ничего не знаю. Потому что я стул.

Результаты (английский) 1:

I stood in perfect tranquillity. I was always not so like everyone else. Enveloped in a strange presentiment, I watched withdrawing ahead and waited for days when the moment comes, when I learn that carries my hunch. I knew two people in his life. One was an old man and had a glass eye with a thorn, and the second was younger, full of energy and strange emotions. He is often nervous. And then I started something quite strange. The first night, when the darkness of the old rooms among head old man young friend appeared in the doorway, I thought so. But that's all the subsequent six I already started to feel stronger and brighter than what lurked inside my soul. On the eighth night, the young man crushed bed old man. I don't know why. But then, he cut his body into pieces. I don't know why. And then came the police and the young man went to open the door, held their home and got into the room, which I was. He put my brothers for police and I put it on the floorboards, straight underneath which he put the old man's body exploded. I don't know why. And then they all started joking, chatting and laughing. And I felt resentment because they laugh, sitting on the bones of my host. And then the young man for some reason got up started banging me on the floor, screaming, running around the room and eventually confessed to the murder. I don't know why. I do know nothing. Because I chair.

Результаты (английский) 2:

I stood in a perfect tranquility. I always was not like others. Enveloped by a strange foreboding, I watched the departure of the days ahead and waited for that moment will come when I find out that conceals my premonition. I knew two people in my life. One was an old man and had a glass eye with a cataract, and the second was younger, full of energy and strange emotions. He often nervous. And then it began something very strange. The first night, when there was a young friend of the old man's head in the doorway of the room among the old darkness, I did not seem such. But all the next six I was already beginning to feel stronger and brighter than what was hidden inside my soul. On the eighth night a young man knocked down the old man's bed. I do not know why. But then he cut his body into pieces. I do not know why. And then the police came and the young man went to open the door for them, led them around the house and started in the room where I was. He gave my brothers and me to the police put on the floorboards directly under which he put the old man's dismembered body. I do not know why. And then they all began to make jokes, talking and laughing. And I felt resentment because they are laughing, while sitting on the bones of my master. And then the young man for some reason, got up, started to knock me to the floor, screaming, running around the room and eventually confessed to the murder. I do not know why. I just do not know anything. Because I'm the chair.

Результаты (английский) 3:

i was very calm. i haven"t always been like that. with a hunch, i watched and waited for the уходившие forward days, when is the moment when i know that hides in my feeling. i knew two people in my life. one was an old man and had a glass eye with a cataract, and the second was a younger, full of energy and strange emotion. he often nervous. and then something really strange. the first night of the dark room, an old man appeared in the doorway, the old man"s young friend, i don"t think so. but here"s the next six i began to feel stronger and brighter, таилось inside of my soul. on the eighth night a young man ran into the old man"s bed. i don"t know why. but then, he cut his body into pieces. i don"t know why. and then the cops come and the young man went to open the door, put them around the house and into the room in which i was. he made my brothers for the police and i put on the floorboards, under whom he put the chopped up the body of an old man. i don"t know why. then they all started joking, talking and laughing. and i felt the anger, because they are sitting on the bones of my master. then, young man, what"s up, started to knock me on the floor, screaming, running around the room and eventually confessed to the murder. i don"t know why. i actually don"t know anything. because i"m a chair.