Голод подступал еще сильнее, но Рай

Голод подступал еще сильнее, но Райан ничего не мог поделать, чтобы усмирить свою естественную нужду – запасы истощились. Он осмотрелся, пытаясь придумать что-то, чтобы не умереть от недостатка еды. Кругом располагались лишь практически “голые” дома, в которых шанс найти что-то съедобное был крайне невелик. Молодой человек решил не задерживаться и двинулся дальше вдоль дороги.
По мере того как солнце завоевывало уже не такое ясное, а скорее хмурое небо, становилось все жарче. Климат в Пустоши был явно сбит, поэтому утром и днем здесь было невозможно находиться, а вечером можно с легкостью замерзнуть до смерти. Райан предусмотрительно обрезал рукава своего комбинезона, чтобы окончательно в нем не свариться. Потратив несколько часов на блуждания по бесконечным пустыням, парень практически отчаялся, но неожиданно на горизонте появились очертания старой заправки.
Райан оживился, и через несколько минут он уже был совсем рядом со своей новой надеждой. Внешне заправка выглядела практически нетронутой: окна не были тщательно заколочены, двери плотно закрыты, что свидетельствовало о том, что в само здание мало кто заходил. Преодолев страх перед неизведанным, молодой человек подошел к первой бензоколонке и грустно оглядел ее, в следующую секунду вытирая пыль с маленького экранчика, где когда-то давно отображалась цена за один литр. Машин не было поблизости, поэтому Райан сделал вывод, что это место не было очень популярным среди водителей. Здесь стоял какой-то необычный, уникальный запах древности, будто заправка – это не что иное как руины человеческой цивилизации, и сам человек смотрит на свое прошлое, пытаясь представить, как жили его предки. Бесшумно Райан открыл дряхлую дверь магазинчика, тихо, как змея, проскальзывая в образовавшийся проем. Яркие солнечные лучи освещали небольшую комнату, подсвечивая клубившуюся в ней пыль. Картина, открывшаяся перед молодым человеком, была пропитана печалью, навевала воспоминания о былых временах. На стойке кассира до сих пор остались лежать старые довоенные деньги, оставленные последним покупателем, полки были повалены друг на друга, блокируя путь в другие части зала, вентилятор на потолке, призванный разгонять жаркий воздух, намертво застыл и больше никогда не продолжит свою работу. Райан обратил внимание на часы, висящие на стене, на циферблате которых осталось время их остановки – половина двенадцатого. Парень ухватил одну из полок и отодвинул ее, освобождая проход, от чего ему пришлось прокашляться от попавшей в легкие пыли. Тщательно обыскав помещение, он осознал, к своему великому сожалению, что срок годности еды уже давно истек. Единственным, что заставило его на мгновение улыбнуться, была мятая пачка сигарет с засунутой в нее зажигалкой, оставленная под прилавком забывчивым кассиром. Райану оставалось лишь наполнить бутылку грязной водой из умывальника, и он с тяжелым сердцем вышел из “гробницы”.
Встав под козырьком магазина, он зажег сигарету и сладостно затянулся, развеивая свои переживания и тревоги, уносясь вместе с летучим прозрачным дымом куда-то далеко, мыслями покидая бренную пустыню. Каждая затяжка помогала расслабиться, успокоиться, и именно благодаря такому короткому эффекту Райан в свое время и полюбил курение. На секунду он припомнил, как впервые стащил сигареты у отцовского помощника из стола и попытался выкурить хоть одну в туалете, но чуть не потерял сознание. А ведь тогда ему было всего десять. Но иллюзия покоя, в которой он так нуждался, все равно наступала, и молодой человек не смог отказаться себе во вредной привычке. Но, если она приносит ему положительные эмоции, разве она настолько пагубна?

Результаты (английский) 1:

Hunger came practically even stronger, but Ryan couldn't help it to subdue their natural need-depleted stocks. He glanced up, trying to come up with something, not to die from lack of food. The terms were only almost "naked" at home, where the chance to find something edible was extremely small. The young man decided not to linger and moved further along the road. As the Sun has already won is not clear, but rather gloomy sky was getting hotter. The climate in the wasteland was clearly brought down, so in the morning and in the afternoon it was impossible to be here and in the evening you can easily freeze to death. Ryan had the foresight to cut the sleeves of his suit to finally it does not svarit′sâ. Spending a few hours on the wandering through the endless deserts, the guy almost despaired, but suddenly on the horizon appeared the contours of an old gas station. Ryan perked up, and after a few minutes he was very close with their new hope. Externally, the filling looked almost intact: the window has not been thoroughly boarded up, doors tightly shut, indicating that the building itself is very few people came. Overcoming the fear of the unknown, a young man approached the first petrol station and sad looked around her, in the next second wiping dust off the small display, where once upon a time display the price for one liter. There were no cars nearby, so Ryan concluded that this place was not very popular among drivers. Here there was something unusual, unique smell of antiquity, though the filling is nothing like the ruins of human civilization, and the man himself looks at his past, trying to imagine how their ancestors lived. Silently opened the door drâhluû Ryan shop, quietly, like a snake, proskal′zyvaâ in the formed aperture. Bright rays covered the small room, highlighting klubivšuûsâ in her dust. The picture opened in front of a young man, was saturated with sadness, navevala memories of bygone times. The cashier's desk at the still lie the old pre-war money left by the last buyer, regiments were knocked down on each other, blocking the path to other parts of the Hall, ceiling fan to disperse hot air, it froze and never will continue its work. Ryan drew attention to the clock hanging on the wall, on the dial which time left stopping is half of twelfth. Guy has caught one of the shelves and pushed back her, freeing the passage from which he had to cough from rank in light dust. Thoroughly searching the premises, he realized, to his great regret, that the shelf life of food had long expired. The only thing that made him smile for a moment, was wrinkled with cigarettes zasunutoj cigarette lighter it left under the counter forgetful cashier. Ryan had only to fill a bottle of dirty water of the laver, and with a heavy heart, he came out of the "Tomb". Standing under the visor shop, he lit a cigarette and sweetly dragged on, dispelling their worries and anxieties, flying along with volatile transparent smoke somewhere far, thoughts on leaving the earthly desert. Each delay helped relax, calm down, and it is thanks to this short effect Ryan in his time and loved all. For a second he remembered first pulled a cigarette from his father's Assistant from the desk and tried to smoke at least one in the toilet, but almost lost consciousness. But then he was only ten. But the illusion of peace, in which he was still needed, and the young man was unable to refuse his bad habit. But if she brings him positive emotions, isn't it so harmful?

Результаты (английский) 2:

Starvation looms even more, but Ryan could do nothing to quell his natural need - supplies dwindled. He looked around, trying to think of something that does not die from lack of food. The circle is a little "bare" house in which the chance of finding something edible was extremely small. The young man decided not to stay and moved on along the road.
As the sun conquered is not so clear, but rather a gloomy sky, becoming hotter. The climate in the wasteland was obviously shot down, so in the morning and in the afternoon it was impossible to stay here, and in the evening you can easily freeze to death. Ryan prudently cut the sleeves of his suit to finally it does not boil. After spending hours wandering through endless deserts, man almost desperate, but suddenly appeared on the horizon the outline of the old filling.
Ryan perked up, and after a few minutes he was very close to her new hope. Externally dressing looked virtually untouched: the windows were not boarded up carefully, the doors are tightly closed, indicating that few people went into the building itself. Overcoming the fear of the unknown, the young man walked up to the first gas station and sadly looked at her, in the next second, wiping the dust from the tiny screen, where once upon a time, shows the price per liter. Machines were not around, so Ryan concluded that the place was not very popular among drivers. There was an unusual, unique smell of antiquity, like dressing - it is nothing like the ruins of human civilization, and the person looking at the past, trying to imagine how his ancestors lived. Silent Ryan decrepit door opened shop, quietly, like a snake slipping into the resulting opening. The bright rays of the sun illuminated the small room, illuminating the club in her dust. Painting, which opened before the young man was soaked with sadness, evokes memories of old times. On the front of the cashier still remained to lay the old pre-war money left by the last buyer, shelves were knocked down on each other, blocking the way to the other side of the hall, a ceiling fan, designed to disperse hot air, stood perfectly still and never will continue its work. Ryan pointed at the clock hanging on the wall, on the dial that remains during their stop - half past eleven. The guy grabbed one of the shelves and pulled her free passage, from which he had to clear his throat of dust trapped in the lungs. Thoroughly searched the room, he realized, to his great regret, that the shelf life of food has long expired. The only thing that made ​​him smile for a moment, was a crumpled pack of cigarettes with lighter shoved into it, left under the counter cashier forgetful. Ryan could only fill a bottle of dirty water from the sink, and he with a heavy heart went out of the "tomb."
Standing under the peak store, he lit a cigarette and sweet long, dispelling their experiences and concerns, carried away with volatile transparent smoke somewhere far away, mortal thoughts of leaving the desert. Each puff helps to relax, calm down, and it is thanks to this short Ryan effect at the time and loved smoking. For a moment, he remembered the first time I pulled a cigarette from his father's assistant from the table and tried to smoke even one in the toilet, but nearly fainted. But then he was only ten. But the illusion of peace, which he needed, still advancing, and the young man could not refuse myself in a bad habit. But if she brings him positive emotions, unless it is so detrimental?

Результаты (английский) 3:

hunger подступал harder, but ryan couldn"t do anything to gain control of its natural need, stocks have declined. he looked around, trying to think of something not to die from lack of food. there were only a little "naked" house in which a chance to find something to eat was extremely low. the young man decided not to stay and moved further along the road.as the sun завоевывало already is not clear, but rather long and getting hotter. the climate in the badlands was apparently shot down, so in the morning and in the afternoon it was impossible to be a night can easily freeze to death. ryan had cut the sleeves of his uniform, and it is not boiling. after a few hours of wandering in the endless wilderness, the guy almost desperate, but suddenly on the horizon were the old gas station.ryan was broken, and in a few minutes he was already close to its new hope. surface dressing looked virtually intact, the windows were boarded up carefully, the doors closed tightly, indicating that the building itself, few people came. overcoming the fear of the unknown, the young man walked up to the first gas station and sad i, the second dusting with little экранчика where long ago shows up for the price of one liter. car was nearby, so ryan concluded that this place was not very popular among drivers. there was a peculiar, unique scent of antiquity like gas station is not that other, as the ruins of human civilization, and the man looks at the past, trying to imagine how his ancestors lived. ryan opened the door noiselessly that cougar store, quiet, like a snake, проскальзывая in the doorway. the bright sunlight on a small room подсвечивая клубившуюся in dust. the painting, which started before the young man was wrapped up in sorrow, навевала memories of old times. on the counter, the cashier, there are still based on the old pre war money left by the buyer, the shelves were повалены each other, blocking the way to other parts of the ceiling fan to scatter the hot air, is frozen and never will continue its work. ryan drew attention to the clock hanging on the wall, on the dial which left them stop time is half past eleven. the boy grabbed one of the shelves and took her by the passage, from which he was getting ready to clear my throat than in lungs from dust. carefully strewn around the room, he found, to his great regret, that the shelf life of food has been long overdue. the only thing that made him an instant smile, was crushed in a pack of cigarettes with засунутой lighter, oh