Сколько ни жди ареста, он всегда пр

Сколько ни жди ареста, он всегда приходит неожиданно и всегда не вовремя. Арестовали меня только спустя семь месяцев после возвращения в Москву, то есть когда я уже и ждать перестал. Через одного своего приятеля познакомился я с женой американского корреспондента, был у нее в гостях и вдруг углядел на полке книгу, о которой давно слышал, но прочесть не пришлось. Увидя мой алчный взгляд, жена корреспондента стала показывать мне знаками, чтобы я вслух ничего не говорил -- дескать, все прослушивается. Сама же достала книжку и протянула мне, дав понять, что книжку нужно вернуть через день. Я просидел еще с полчаса, а потом ушел.
Глупо было читать впопыхах, перескакивая через страницы, и я решил быстренько сделать фотокопию, чтобы потом на досуге почитать не торопясь. Всю ночь впотьмах печатал снимки и только утром заснул. К вечеру нагрянул КГБ -- похоже, знали, за чем пришли.

Результаты (английский) 1:

How many nor wait for arrest, he always comes unexpectedly and always on time. I only was arrested seven months later after returning to Moscow, that is when I have and wait for stopped. Through one his friend met with the wife of the American reporter I was visiting her and suddenly spotted it on the book shelf, which long ago heard, but had not read. Having my avid gaze, the wife of reporter became show me signs, so I didn't say anything out loud-say, everything is bugged. She pulled out a book and handed me, making it clear that book to get through the day. I sat still with half an hour and then left. Silly was read in haste, jumping through the pages, and I decided to quickly make a photocopy, then at leisure to read slowly. All night vpot′mah printed pictures and only in the morning, asleep. Towards evening the arrival of KGB-seems to know what came.

Результаты (английский) 2:

No matter how much wait arrest, he always comes unexpectedly and always on time. They arrested me only seven months after his return to Moscow, that is, when I was stopped and waiting. Through one of his friend met me with an American correspondent's wife, she was with her ​​at a party and suddenly spotted a book on the shelf, which had long heard but had not read it. Seeing my avid glance, his wife correspondent began to show me signs that I did not say anything out loud - say, all is heard. Itself took the book and handed it to me, making it clear that the book should be returned the next day. I sat for half an hour and then left.
It was stupid to read a hurry, jumping through the pages, and I decided to quickly make a photocopy, then to read slowly at leisure. Throughout the night the dark printed pictures and fell asleep only in the morning. By the evening descended KGB - he seems to know for what came.