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Stephen King
“I know (я знаю).” I kissed her on the corner of the mouth again (я снова поцеловал ее в уголок рта). “I'm going, ma, but I'll be back tomorrow (я ухожу, мама, но я вернусь завтра).”
“Don't... hitchhike... dangerous (не едь… автостопом… опасно).”
“I won't (не буду). I'll catch a ride in with Mrs. McCurdy (я поеду с миссис МакКурди). You get some sleep (тебе надо поспать).”
collar ['kOlq], extremely [Iks'trJmlI], dangerous ['deInGrqs]
“Al? There's blood on your collar.” Her eyes rolled closed, then came slowly open again. I imagined her lids must feel as heavy to her as my sneakers had to me, out in the hall.
“I bumped my head, ma, it's nothing.”
“Good. Have to... take care of yourself.” The lids came down again; rose even more slowly.
“Mr. Parker, I think we'd better let her sleep now,” the nurse said from behind me. “She's had an extremely difficult day.”
“I know.” I kissed her on the corner of the mouth again. “I'm going, ma, but I'll be back tomorrow.”
“Don't... hitchhike... dangerous.”
“I won't. I'll catch a ride in with Mrs. McCurdy. You get some sleep.”
“Sleep... all I do (я только и делаю, что сплю: «спать — /это/ все, что я делаю»),” she said. “I was at work, unloading the dishwasher (я была на работе, разгружала посудомоечную машину;
“You're fine (ты в порядке),” I said. I got up, then took her hand (я встал, потом взял ее руку). The skin was fine, as smooth as watered silk (ее кожа была тонкой/нежной, гладкой, как шелк;
“I dreamed we were at that amusement park in New Hampshire (мне снилось, что мы были в том парке развлечений в Нью-Хэмпшире),” she said.
I looked down at her (я посмотрел на нее), feeling my skin go cold all over (чувствуя, что моя кожа вся похолодела). “Did you (правда)?”
“Ayuh. Waiting in line for the one that goes... way up high (ждали в очереди на то, что поднимается… очень высоко). Do you remember that one (ты помнишь эту штуку)?”
unload ['An'lqud], headachey ['hedeIkI], amusement [q'mjHzmqnt]
“Sleep... all I do,” she said. “I was at work, unloading the dishwasher. I came over all headachey. Fell down. Woke up… here. She looked up at me. Was a stroke. Doctor says... not too bad.”
“You're fine,” I said. I got up, then took her hand. The skin was fine, as smooth as watered silk. An old person's hand.
“I dreamed we were at that amusement park in New Hampshire,” she said.