Был август, я смотрел в небо. Прикр

Был август, я смотрел в небо. Прикрыв глаза одной рукой, я различил сокола, парящего в потоках горячего воздуха. Он поднимался по спирали все выше и выше, пока, издав один странный возглас, не исчез.

Я почувствовал себя покинутым. «Почему ты летаешь без меня?» – горевал я. И моя душа сказала: «Путь сокола не единственный. Твои мысли свободны, словно птицы». Я закрыл глаза, и моя душа взвилась вверх, кружась в высоте как сокол, и даже выше, так что я видел внизу всю землю. Но что-то было не так. Почему мне было так холодно и одиноко?

« Ты вырастил крылья без меня, - сказало сердце. – Что хорошего в свободе без любви?» Тогда я подошел тихонько к кровати больного ребенка и спел ему колыбельную. Он уснул, улыбаясь, - и мое сердце взлетело, присоединившись к моей душе, и кружило над землей. Я чувствовал свободу и любовь, но что-то все еще было не так.

«Ты вырастил крылья без меня, - сказало тело. – Твой полет всего лишь воображение». Тогда я обратился к книгам, которыми пренебрег прежде, и прочел о святых, живших в разное время, которые действительно могли летать. В Индии, Персии, Китае, Испании (даже в Лос-Анджелесе!) сила духа наполняла не только сердце, но и каждую частицу тела. «Меня словно нес огромный орел, - сказала святая Тереза. – Мой восторг поднимал меня в воздух».

Я начал верить в этот удивительный подвиг, и впервые я не чувствовал себя покинутым. Я был соколом, и ребенком, и святым. В моих глазах их жизни стали священными, и истина пришла ко мне: если вся жизнь осознается как нечто божественное, у каждого вырастают крылья.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Was August, I looked to the sky. Shielding his eyes with one hand, I have discerned a Falcon, soaring in the flow of hot air. He was raised in a spiral higher and higher until, with a weird whoop,

is gone.I felt abandoned. "Why do you fly without me?"-he, I and my soul said: "the way of the Falcon is not the only one. Your thoughts are free like a bird ". I closed my eyes, and my heart jumped up, swirling in height as the Falcon, and even higher, so I saw at the bottom of the whole earth. But something wasn't right. Why I was so cold and lonely?

"you grew the wings without me," said the heart. -What good is freedom without love?"Then I went quietly to bed sick child and sang a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling-and my heart soared up by joining my soul, and kružilo over the land. I felt freedom and love, but something still was wrong.

"you grew the wings without me," said the body. -Your flight just imagination. Then I turned to books, which set aside before and have read about Saints who lived at different times, who really could fly. In India, Persia, China, Spain (even in Los Angeles!) the spirit filled not only heart, but every particle of the body. "I was like a huge Eagle," said Saint Teresa. To my delight I had raised in the air. "

I started to believe in this amazing feat, and the first time I didn't feel abandoned. I was a Falcon, and child and saints. In my eyes, their lives have become sacred, and the truth came to me: If all life is understood as something divine, every grow wings.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Was August, I saw in the sky. Some interesting facts about your eyes with one hand, I saw hopeful signs a falcon, парящего in hot air flows. He has been raised in a spiral and above all of the above, as long as, by issuing one strange feminine scream, has not disappeared.

I have felt themselves abandoned. "Why don't you летаешь without me?" - горевал i. And my soul said: "The way a falcon is not the only. Your thoughts are free, just like birds". I closed their eyes, and my soul взвилась upwards,Happy irresponsibility - in height as an eagle, and even above, so that I saw all the land at the bottom. But that was not the case. Why I was so cold and lonely Lord?" you suffocate during wings without me, - said the heart. Is that good for freedom without love?" Then I approached - mummy to the bed sick child and sang to him lullaby. He woke up with a smile, and my heart online bill presentment skyrocketed, joining to my soul, and кружило over land. I felt freedom and love,But that is still not the case.Lord "You suffocate during wings without me, - said the body. - Your flight only imagination". At that time I made an appeal to the books, which had neglected before, and have read about the saints, who were encamped at a different time,Who are truly able to fly. In India, Persia, China, Spain (even in Los Angeles!) the strength of the spirit of thine ears are not only the heart, but each particle body. "I am just like bears a huge eagle, - said the saint Teresa.- My excitement raised me in the air" .lord I began to believe in this amazing feat, and, for the first time I do not feel abandoned. I was fact, and the child, and holy. In my eyes their lives have become sacred,And the truth came to me: if all life is understood as something divine, each grow wings.