The Thing itself lay almost complet

The Thing itself lay almost completely buried in sand, among the scattered parts of a fir tree it had smashed to pieces on its way down. The uncovered part had the appearance of a huge cylinder, its outline softened by a thick coating. It had a diameter of about thirty yards. He approached the object, surprised at the size and even more at the shape, since most meteorites are rounded almost completely. It was, however, still so hot from its flight through the air that he couldn't touch it. A stirring noise within its cylinder he guessed was due to the uneven cooling of its surface; for at that time he had not thought that it might be hollow.He remained standing at the edge of the pit that the Thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, surprised mainly at its unusual shape and colour, and wondering even then why it had arrived on Earth. The early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards Weybridge, was already warm. He did not remember hearing any birds that morning, there was certainly no breeze stirring, and the only sounds were the faint movements from within the soot covered cylinder. He was all alone on the common.Then suddenly he noticed that some of the ashy coating that covered the meteorite was falling off the rounded edge of the end. It was dropping off in flakes and raining down upon the sand. A large piece suddenly came off and fell with a sharp noise that brought his heart into his mouth. He realised that he was sweating and his knees were knocking.For a minute he hardly realised what this meant, and, although the heat was excessive, he climbed down into the pit to see the Thing more clearly. He thought then that the cooling of the body might be the reason for this, but what disturbed that idea was the fact that the ash was falling only from the end of the cylinder.And then he noticed that, very slowly, the circular top of the cylinder was turning on its body. It was such a gradual movement that he discovered it only through noticing that a black mark that had been near him five minutes ago was now at the other side of the circumference. Even then he hardly understood what this meant, until he heard a grating sound and saw the black mark jerk forward an inch or so. Then the thing came upon him in a flash. The cylinder was artificial - hollow - with an end that screwed out!Something within the cylinder was unscrewing the top!"Good heavens!" said Ogilvy. "There's a man in it -men in it! Half roasted to death! Trying to escape!"At once, with a quick idea, in his mind he quickly linked the Thing with the flash upon Mars.The thought of the trapped creature was so dreadful to him that he forgot the heat and went forward to the cylinder to help turn it. But luckily the dull radiation stopped him before he could burn his hands on the still-glowing metal. At that he stood unsure for a moment, then turned, scrambled out of the pit, and set off running wildly towards Woking.

Результаты (английский) 1:

The Thing itself lay almost completely buried in sand, among the scattered parts of a fir tree it had smashed to pieces on its way down. The uncovered part had the appearance of a huge cylinder, its outline softened by a thick coating. It had a diameter of about thirty yards. He approached the object, surprised at the size and even more at the shape, since most meteorites are rounded almost completely. It was, however, still so hot from its flight through the air that he could not touch it. A stirring noise within its cylinder he guessed was due to the uneven cooling of its surface; for at that time he had not thought that it might be hollow.

He remained standing at the edge of the pit that the Thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, surprised mainly at its unusual shape and colour, and wondering even then why it had arrived on Earth. The early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards Weybridge, was already warm. He did not remember hearing any birds that morning, there was certainly no breeze stirring, and the only sounds were the faint movements from within the soot covered cylinder. He was all alone on the common.

Then suddenly he noticed that some of the ashy coating that covered the meteorite was falling off the rounded edge of the end. It was dropping off in flakes and raining down upon the sand. A large piece suddenly came off and fell with a sharp noise that brought his heart into his mouth. He realised that he was sweating and his knees were knocking.
For a minute he hardly realised what this meant, and, although the heat was excessive, he climbed down into the pit to see the Thing more clearly. He thought then that the cooling of the body might be the reason for this, but what disturbed that idea was the fact that the ash was falling only from the end of the cylinder.

And then he noticed that, very slowly , the circular top of the cylinder was turning on its body. It was such a gradual movement that he discovered it only through noticing that a black mark that had been near him five minutes ago was now at the other side of the circumference. Even then he hardly understood what this meant , until he heard a grating sound and saw the black mark jerk forward an inch or so. Then the thing came upon him in a flash. The cylinder was artificial - hollow - with an end that screwed out!

Something within the cylinder was unscrewing the top !

"Good heavens!" said Ogilvy. "There's a man in it -men in it! Half roasted to death! Trying to escape!"

At once, with a quick idea, in his mind he quickly linked the Thing with the flash upon Mars.

The thought of the trapped creature was so dreadful to him that he forgot the heat and went forward to the cylinder to help turn it. But luckily the dull radiation stopped him before he could burn his hands on the still-glowing metal. At that he stood unsure for a moment, then turned, scrambled out of the pit, and set off running wildly towards Woking.

Результаты (английский) 2:

The Thing itself lay almost completely buried in sand, among the scattered parts of a fir tree it had smashed to pieces on its way down. The uncovered part had the appearance of a huge cylinder, its outline softened by a thick coating. It had a diameter of about thirty yards. He approached the object, surprised at the size and even more at the shape, since most meteorites are rounded almost completely. It was, however, still so hot from its flight through the air that he couldn't touch it. A stirring noise within his cylinder he guessed was due to the uneven cooling of its surface; for that time he had not thought that it might be hollow.

He remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, surprised mainly at its unusual shape and color, and wondering even then why it had arrived on Earth. The early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards Weybridge, was already warm. He did not remember hearing any birds that morning, there was certainly no stirring breeze, and the only sounds were the faint movements from within the soot covered cylinder. He was all alone on the common.

Then suddenly he noticed that some of the ashy coating that covered the meteorite was falling off the rounded edge of the end. It was dropping off in flakes and raining down on the sand. A large piece suddenly came off and fell with a sharp noise that brought his heart into his mouth. He realised that he was sweating and his knees were knocking.
For a minute he hardly realized what this meant, and, although the heat was excessive, he climbed down into the pit to see the thing more clearly. He thought then that the cooling of the body might be the reason for this, but what disturbed that idea was the fact that the ash was falling only from the end of the cylinder.

And then he noticed that, very slowly, the circular top of the cylinder was turning on its body. It was such a gradual movement that he discovered it only through noticing that a black mark that had been near him five minutes ago was now on the other side of the circumference. Even then he hardly understood what this meant, until he heard a grating sound and saw the black mark jerk forward an inch or so. Then the thing came upon him in a flash. The cylinder was artificial - hollow - with an end that screwed out!

Something within the cylinder was unscrewing the top!

""Good heavens!" " said Ogilvy. "There's a man in it -men in it! Half roasted to death! Trying to escape!

At once, with a quick idea, in his mind he quickly linked the thing with the flash on Mars.

The thought of the trapped creature was so dreadful to him that he forgot the heat and went forward to the cylinder to help turn it. But luckily the dull radiation stopped him before he could burn his hands on the still-glowing metal. At that he stood unsure for a moment, then turned, scrambled out of the pit, and set off running wildly towards Woking.

Результаты (английский) 3:

This is her own lay almost completely burned in sand, along the scattered parts of a fir tree it had smashed to pieces on its way down The uncovered part had the appearance of a huge cylinder，its outline softened by a thick coating. It has a conversation about thirty yards. He took the goal, set the goal, even in the shadow, because the most important method is round, the most complete. It's, however, still hot from her flight through the air and he can touch it. A stirring noise within its cylinder he guess was due to the even cooling of its surface; at that time, he didn't think it might be a hole
He also stands in the edge of painting, which is what he has done for himself, and starts in his own stretch appearance, guaranteed mainly in its unused shape and colour, and wants to know why it has been arraved on the earth. The early morning was very strange, and the sun, just cleaned up the west coast of the pine trees, was a war. He doesn't remember hearing any big mornings, there are some not breeze stirring, only the sound is from the sun to cover the significant motion of the cylinder. He is on the committee alone.
Then all of a sudden, he noticed that some asy covering that covered the metric was the rounded edge that fell behind. This is the sound of flash drives and strikes. Big piece suddenly left, feeling a sharp noise, letting his heart enter his mouth. He really thinks he's dreaming and he knows.
In a minute, it's hard for him to understand what it means, and, although his head is particularly difficult, he gets down and sees more clarity. He thinks it may be true, but what kind of idea is that in fact, the ash is only falling on the last candy.
Then he noticed, very slowly, that cylinder's circular top was turning to her body. It's a huge movement, and he found that it's just through a black marker that he had five minutes before on the other side of the circle conference. Even so, it's hard for him to understand what it means until he hears a soft voice and sees black mark jerk forward an inch or so. Then he's on a flash drive thing. Cylinder is artistic - Hollow - with an end, scream!
Things in cylinder don't include top!
"Good health." Say Ogilvy. " There's a man here - this is a man! half roasted to death！ "You need to hurry up."
At one time, a quick idea, in his heart, he quickly connected to the flash drive on Mars.
The thought of the trapped creature was so dreadful to him that he forgot the heat and went forward to the cylinder to help turn it. But before lucky dull radiation stopped him, he could put his hand on the metal that was still flashing. At this point, he has been looking for a movement, and then turns around, scrabbled out of the pit, and sets the running field to look at.