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Переведите пожалуйста(только не вбивайте в переводчик) Нам задали перевести отрывок из любой книги на английском He was relieved beyond telling that he hadn’t shifted in all the stress. She was still safe from his terrible secret. Narrowing his eyes at Scott, Allison’s father put a hand on her shoulder. Chris Argent was the leader of the werewolf hunters, and he had shot Scott through the arm with a crossbow bolt the very first night Scott had shifted. Derek had rescued Scott and told him about the hunters. It had been a terrible shock when Scott had discovered that Mr. Argent was also Allison’s father. So far, though, Mr. Argent hadn’t realized that Scott was the werewolf he had nearly caught just a few short weeks before. Now, in the parking lot, Allison took one last look at Scott, as if she were memorizing what he looked like, and then father and daughter walked toward Allison’s car. Mr. Argent opened the passenger side door and Allison got in. Obviously he was going to drive her car home, and Allison’s mom would take their SUV back to their house. As Mr. Argent shut the car door, he turned and gave Scott a last, long, hard, so-very-pissed-off stare. But it was only the look of a protective father angry with a boy for encouraging his daughter to ditch school. We’re so busted, Scott thought. It was not the perfect ending he had imagined for the perfect birthday for Allison. It was just that she’d looked so stricken when all those balloons from Lydia had floated out of her locker this morning. Scott hadn’t even known it was her birthday. Turned out she hated celebrating her birthday at school. Scott hadn’t known Allison was seventeen, a year older than the other kids in their class— older than him—and didn’t want anyone to know. It was because of all the moving around. But people in other towns had assumed all kinds of things—that she was dumb, that she’d had a baby. He’d wanted to protect her from a day like that. So they’d taken off. And the day had been magical. Once darkness had fallen, she’d said she never wanted it to end. And then she’d told him that she wished she could spend the night with him
Mr Winkle on the ice (after Charles Dickens) "The Pickwick Papers" is Charles Dickens first novel. It was published in 1837 and was a great success. It has been translated into many languages since then and is read with interest all over the world. Everybody enjoys the amusing adventures of Mr Pickwick, his servant Sam Weller and the members of the famous Pickwick Club. Here is an extract from the novel. One fine winter day Mr Wardle, in whose house Mr Pickwick and his friends were staying, said: "What dyou say to an hour on the ice?" Everybody thought it was a good idea. "You skate, Winkle, dont you?" (Mr Wardle had often heard Mr Winkle say that he went in for sports.) "Ye — yes, oh yes", replied Mr Winkle. "But I — I — am rather out of practice." "Oh, do skate, Mr Winkle," said one of the ladies. "I do so like to watch people skating." "Oh, its so graceful," said another young lady. A third young lady said it was very elegant. "I should be very happy, Im sure," said Mr Winkle, reddening, "but Ive got no skates." Hearing this, one of Mr Winkles friends immediately promised to lend him his own pair. "You neednt trouble about skates," somebody added. "There are lots of them downstairs." Mr Winkle said he was very pleased, but looked rather uncomfortable. Old Wardle led the way to a very nice skating-rink on a small lake near his house. The snow had already been swept away. The younger guests immediately put on their skates. Old Wardle soon joined them and they successfully performed a dance on the ice. All this time, Mr Winkle, blue with cold, was trying to put on his skates. After this had been done, Mr Winkle was raised to his feet by Sarn Weller. "Now, sir," said Sam. "Show them how to do it!" "Stop, Sam, stop," said Mr Winkle, trembling and catching hold of Sams arm with the grasp of a drowning man. "How slippery it is, Sam!" "Not an uncommon thing with ice, sir," answered Mr Weller. "Hold up, sir." "These — these are very bad skates, arent they, Sam?" asked Mr Winkle. "Now, Winkle," cried Mr Pickwick, who did not know what was the matter. "Come, the ladies are waiting for you." "Yes, yes," replied Mr Winkle, "Im coming." "Well, sir, start off!" said Sam, trying to free himself from Mr Winkle. "Wait a minute, Sam," said Mr Winkle. "I remember Ive got two coats at home that I dont want, Sam. You can have them, Sam." "Thank you, sir", replied Mr Weller, touching his hat. "Never mind touching your hat, Sam,," said Mr Winkle hurriedly. "You neednt take your hand away to do that. I intended to give you five shillings this morning, Sam. Ill give it to you this afternoon, Sam." "Youre very good, sir," replied Mr Weller. "Please hold me at first, Sam, will you?" said Mr Winkle. "I shall soon learn how to do it. Not too fast, Sam, not too fast." But at that moment Mr Pickwick suddenly shouted from the opposite bank, "Sam!" "Sir?" said Mr Weller. "Here. I want you." "Let me go, sir", said Sam. "Cant you hear Mr Pickwick calling me?" and taking no notice of the unhappy Mr Winkle, Mr Weller tried to free himself and in doing so pushed him. The latter fell on the ice and sat there, trying to smile. Mr Pickwick ran up to Mr Winkle, very angry. "Take Mr Winkles skates off", he said to Sam Weller. "But Ive only begun..." said Mr. Winkle weakly. "Take his skates off", repeated Mr Pickwick. When the skates had been taken off, Mr Pickwick said to Sam, "Lift him up." Sam helped Mr Winkle to rise. Then Mr Pickwick walked a short distance away from the rest of the party, asking Mr Winkle to follow him, and said in a low voice: "You are a great liar, sir." With these words Mr Pickwick turned slowly away from Mr Winkle and joined his friends.
Составьте 5 вопросов по тексту:) One day MrEarnshaw came back from a long journey. He had travelled sixty miles to Liverpool and back on business, and was very tired. “Look what I have brought you!” he said. His children, Catherine and Hindley, were expecting presents and they rushed eagerly to see what it was. They were very disappointed to see only a dirty, black-haired gipsy child. “I found him all alone in the busy street of Liverpool”, MrEarnshaw explained to them, “and I couldn’t leave him to die. He can sleep in your room, children.” But Catherine and Hindley were very angry because they hadn` t received any presents, and refused to let the strange child share their room. However, MrEarnshaw insisted and, and little by little the boy became accepted by the family. He was called Heathcliff, as a first and last name. No one ever discovered who his parents were. Catherine and he became great friends, but Hindley hated him, and was often cruel to him. Old MrEarnshaw was strangely fond of that gipsy child, and frequently punished his son for behaving badly to Heathcliff. Hindley began to be jealous to his father’s feelings for Heathcliff, and saw them both as enemies. This situation couldn’t last. As MrEarnshaw grew old and ill, Heathcliff became even more his favourite, and Hindley often quarrelled with father. When Hindley was sent away to study, everybody hoped that they would have peace in the house
