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Stephen King
succeed [sqk'sJd], unconscious [An'kOnSqs], accuracy ['xkjurqsI]
On my second try I succeeded in getting up, and stood there swaying among the tombstones, knee-deep in mist. I turned around, saw the break in the rock wall and Ridge Road beyond it. I couldn't see my pack because the mist had overlaid it, but I knew it was there. If I walked out to the road in the left hand wheelrut of the lane, I'd find it. Hell, would likely stumble over it.
So here was my story, all neatly packaged and tied up with a bow: I had stopped for a rest at the top of this hill, had gone inside the cemetery to have a little look around, and while backing away from the grave of one George Staub had tripped over my own large and stupid feet. Fell down, banged my head on a marker. How long had I been unconscious? I wasn't savvy enough to tell time by the changing position of the moon with to the minute accuracy, but it had to have been at least an hour.
Long enough to have a dream that I'd gotten a ride with a dead man (достаточно долго, чтобы мне приснился сон, что я ехал с мертвецом). What dead man (каким мертвецом)? George Staub, of course, the name I'd read on a grave-marker just before the lights went out (конечно, имя, которое я прочитал на могильном надгробии как раз перед тем, как сознание отключилось: «свет выключился»). It was the classic ending, wasn't it (это было классическим финалом, не так ли)? Gosh-What-an-Awful-Dream-I-Had (черт-что-за-страшный-сон-мне-приснился). And when I got to Lewiston and found my mother had died (а если я приеду в Льюистон и узнаю, что моя мама мертва)? Just a little touch of precognition in the night, put it down to that (лишь маленькое касание предвидения в ночи, /можно/ свести все к этому;
