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  • Night walk

    Somehow time, late fall relatives from the neighboring village invited us, with my younger brother Patrick, to themselves to Halloween.

    Having properly drunk, having perfectly had a snack and having collected sweet trophies from all neighbors, and also having in plenty scared pretty girls, we with the Stalemate moved back.

    Was long after midnight, the full moon shone bright, deathly this world because of which shaggy branches which have low hung over the road, it seemed are cast from silver, places darkened from time.

    Air was saturated with moisture, the day before passed a heavy rain, but now the sky was cleared and stretched over us as the bottomless well entangled by a bright web of stars. It seemed, everything around sank into a sleep, wasn't audible even habitual singing of crickets, these tireless violinists of night.

    The road, slightly rising, I brought us to a ravine and I began to whirl along it, pressed to break by a shabby fencing of the old thrown rural cemetery.

    Loudly laughing and playing a trick the friend on the friend, we tried to drive away the sticky fear which is slowly creeping under a shirt.

    - And you know, speak, on this cemetery smith Jack is buried. That that the first cut out an awful muzzle in pumpkin and inserted there a candle, I told.

    - Lies, the Stalemate responded. Wasn't any smith, and this baize, the smart peasant that his pumpkins were on sale better thought up. They till fall couldn't be put.

    - And still, I wasn't appeased, speak, Jack frightened once of the pumpkin the devil. That so took offense that imposed on it a damnation: eternally on the night of November 1 to go on the ground with this foolish pumpkin and to frighten people.

    - Yes there was no Jack, I speak to you, there is nothing me here...

    But he didn't manage to finish, because of because of turn the stranger of average height with ease bearing two hands huge pumpkin from which awful grin bright orange light flew on the road seemed.

    - Fine, children what were frightened? Hey red, I look at you heart beats so that soon a hole in a paunch will punch and on the road will jump out, having loudly giggled the stranger to the Stalemate threw.

    I opened a mouth to answer, but here my look fell to the big pool dividing us and the stranger. In it the full moon and fiery pumpkin which was held by the stranger was reflected. But it as though hung in emptiness: her owner in a mirror of water wasn't reflected.

    - Sobering, I nudged Patrick, but wasn't in time.

    - Shut itself a mouth the devil's pumpkin, I squeezed out from myself the Stalemate.

    - And here you guessed it. Both about the devil, and about pumpkin, the guy cheerfully threw. It made any imperceptible movement, and the head at it disappeared as though there was no it at all. And on its place angry, suddenly become white fire, huge pumpkin began to shine. From her eyes burning light scattered, and orange teeth grinned in an awful smile.

    And over a ravine it was carried very loud, the deaf proceeding if not from pumpkin, it is exact not from a human throat, wild laughter.

    So quickly in the life I never ran. We jumped off in a ravine and rushed, sliding on a slope and breaking bushes. As there were whole our necks, for me still remains a riddle. Probably our death wasn't included into plans of that being that met to us on a track.

    Having run not less than a mile, we amicably stumbled about any snag and head over heels swept on a wet carpet of the fallen-down foliage.

    - That it was, panting asked the Stalemate.

    - And itself didn't see? I croaked.

    Strongly taking away to the right, we quickly потрусили there where there had to be a track. Soon, the gap between trees flashed and drunk voices were heard.

    We came to a footpath and saw cheerful couple: healthy fellow Bryan for whom went, writing out drunk a pretzel puny Conor.

    Even it is surprising as I was glad to see these drunk ugly faces.

    - The guys, a being broken voice I asked, you didn't see now anything unusual? Cheerful small, with fiery pumpkin instead of a head?

    - Aha, as, it still had goat hooves and a black tail.

    - Yes I is serious, and shout didn't hear?

    - Hear, Conor, here I call it to be drunk up very much, with drunk insight fat Bryan uttered, showing on us.

    Knowing its telltale tongue, and without wishing to pass for the idiot, I receded:

    - Well, Bryan, at you you will get nothing. I won't be surprised, if on the Last Judgement you брякнешь Supreme: "Hey daddy, it is good to toil with a nonsense, went we will pass on a glass!"




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Напишите , пожалуйста , страшную историю про “Хеллоуин” на английском языке , желательно , с переводом. Заранее , спасибо

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Напишите , пожалуйста , страшную историю про "Хеллоуин" на английском языке , желательно , с переводом.Заранее , спасибо.

  • Night walk

    Somehow time, late fall relatives from the neighboring village invited us, with my younger brother Patrick, to themselves to Halloween.

    Having properly drunk, having perfectly had a snack and having collected sweet trophies from all neighbors, and also having in plenty scared pretty girls, we with the Stalemate moved back.

    Was long after midnight, the full moon shone bright, deathly this world because of which shaggy branches which have low hung over the road, it seemed are cast from silver, places darkened from time.

    Air was saturated with moisture, the day before passed a heavy rain, but now the sky was cleared and stretched over us as the bottomless well entangled by a bright web of stars. It seemed, everything around sank into a sleep, wasn't audible even habitual singing of crickets, these tireless violinists of night.

    The road, slightly rising, I brought us to a ravine and I began to whirl along it, pressed to break by a shabby fencing of the old thrown rural cemetery.

    Loudly laughing and playing a trick the friend on the friend, we tried to drive away the sticky fear which is slowly creeping under a shirt.

    - And you know, speak, on this cemetery smith Jack is buried. That that the first cut out an awful muzzle in pumpkin and inserted there a candle, I told.

    - Lies, the Stalemate responded. Wasn't any smith, and this baize, the smart peasant that his pumpkins were on sale better thought up. They till fall couldn't be put.

    - And still, I wasn't appeased, speak, Jack frightened once of the pumpkin the devil. That so took offense that imposed on it a damnation: eternally on the night of November 1 to go on the ground with this foolish pumpkin and to frighten people.

    - Yes there was no Jack, I speak to you, there is nothing me here...

    But he didn't manage to finish, because of because of turn the stranger of average height with ease bearing two hands huge pumpkin from which awful grin bright orange light flew on the road seemed.

    - Fine, children what were frightened? Hey red, I look at you heart beats so that soon a hole in a paunch will punch and on the road will jump out, having loudly giggled the stranger to the Stalemate threw.

    I opened a mouth to answer, but here my look fell to the big pool dividing us and the stranger. In it the full moon and fiery pumpkin which was held by the stranger was reflected. But it as though hung in emptiness: her owner in a mirror of water wasn't reflected.

    - Sobering, I nudged Patrick, but wasn't in time.

    - Shut itself a mouth the devil's pumpkin, I squeezed out from myself the Stalemate.

    - And here you guessed it. Both about the devil, and about pumpkin, the guy cheerfully threw. It made any imperceptible movement, and the head at it disappeared as though there was no it at all. And on its place angry, suddenly become white fire, huge pumpkin began to shine. From her eyes burning light scattered, and orange teeth grinned in an awful smile.

    And over a ravine it was carried very loud, the deaf proceeding if not from pumpkin, it is exact not from a human throat, wild laughter.

    So quickly in the life I never ran. We jumped off in a ravine and rushed, sliding on a slope and breaking bushes. As there were whole our necks, for me still remains a riddle. Probably our death wasn't included into plans of that being that met to us on a track.

    Having run not less than a mile, we amicably stumbled about any snag and head over heels swept on a wet carpet of the fallen-down foliage.

    - That it was, panting asked the Stalemate.

    - And itself didn't see? I croaked.

    Strongly taking away to the right, we quickly потрусили there where there had to be a track. Soon, the gap between trees flashed and drunk voices were heard.

    We came to a footpath and saw cheerful couple: healthy fellow Bryan for whom went, writing out drunk a pretzel puny Conor.

    Even it is surprising as I was glad to see these drunk ugly faces.

    - The guys, a being broken voice I asked, you didn't see now anything unusual? Cheerful small, with fiery pumpkin instead of a head?

    - Aha, as, it still had goat hooves and a black tail.

    - Yes I is serious, and shout didn't hear?

    - Hear, Conor, here I call it to be drunk up very much, with drunk insight fat Bryan uttered, showing on us.

    Knowing its telltale tongue, and without wishing to pass for the idiot, I receded:

    - Well, Bryan, at you you will get nothing. I won't be surprised, if on the Last Judgement you брякнешь Supreme: "Hey daddy, it is good to toil with a nonsense, went we will pass on a glass!"




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