TRANSLATIONS#1 The Jealous CloudA Story by Denis VodyakhinI wasn't the one to write the original in Russian, I only did the translation into Emglish.
He shouts my name in a sleep, - a girl noticed tranquilly, making an origami out of beige paper. Looks like an ice-cream, doesn’t it? " she added as she nodded at it.
- You don’t even know where he lives " said The Cloud doubtfully. - These curtains will fade soon, - she sighed, - what say I hang them inside? - Hey! " The Cloud was edgy now, - I still want an answer. - To something you never asked, - Alice evaded. - How does he know your name to shout it anyway? "It asked with a confused look. - I haven’t been feeling any blood down my lower limbs, and now that I shifted a position, they’re buzzing… like a train, - a sudden grin crossed her face. " He knows my name because he got it somehow! - When? " The Cloud asked quietly as it sipped on his broth. - Ignorance is bliss. " she exclaimed instructively whilst yawning and stretching. - Do I know him? " The Cloud winced as it dropped the bread crumbles down its throat. - The curtains are completely shabby, - she sighed as she leaned back in the chair. Bewildered, The Cloud was staring at her, making a grand effort to figure out a way to unbalance her. - It’s me, Alice.., - it whispered, - I’m the one you’re talking about. Alice kept going on silently with her origami paying no attention to its confession. Bursting into a room was a thin smart-looking youngster who gave the dumbfounded Cloud a handshake and came near to Alice rather timidly. The girl looked up at him warmly and put her work aside right away. - All set? " she inquired eagerly. He bowed affirmatively and used his hand to signal the porters… They came in in a minute carrying a wide wooden bed with a guy laying on it who kept rolling over unsettlingly as he slept. Slowly, Alice came up to him taking pleasure to squint. Shortly afterwards, the sleeper shouted: - Alice! Alice!! Aaaaaaliiiiice!!! The Cloud was quietly sobbing in a corner, the smart-eyed young man was walking the porters out, Alice was gazing down at the sleeper whilst whispering gently. - It’s okay. Calm down… I’m here… © 2016 Denis Vodyakhin |
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