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The First Kiss
It was a beautiful starry night. They were walking down the silent street. The city was sleeping. They could hear only their own steps and voices. They were young. They were beautiful . They were in love. They seemed to be happy and they really were.
They were dating for about a week. She met him six days ago. He was handsome, strong and very smart. She fell in love from the first glance at his face. He looked like a man of her dream. She was happy and a little afraid of him. She was afraid of losing him. He seemed to be so perfect and so strong. He was self-confident and there was nothing in the whole world he could be afraid of. But she was an ordinary girl, nice but not very beautiful, slim but not very attractive. "Why has he chosen me?" - she asked herself.
He liked her. She was a pretty girl, a little naive, a little clumsy, sometimes - funny, sometimes - silly. But she loved him. He knew this. He was older and more experienced. He was a good pretender. He told her that he loved her, but his feelings were not strong. She was just a new sweet toy for him.
This night he had a special plan. It was a night of their fir st kiss. He wasn"t in a hurry - he had planned everything. And now he was ready He looked at her. She was telling about her favourite book. Her eyes were shining, her voice was trembling. He stopped. He turned to her. He took her both hands. He looked in her eyes. He whispered - "Come closer". She did. She closed her eyes. She felt his breathing. His lips were somewhere near here. They touched hers...
It was a sweet kiss. It was a long kiss. It was their first kiss.
It was the last kiss for him.
Five minutes later he was lying on the ground breathless.
Good bye, my sweet handsome boy, I loved you so much - said she, wiping off his tasty warm blood from her lips.
Black Vodka
(story for adults)
One man liked to drink vodka. He drank vodka every evening. His wife didn"t like it. She didn"t know how to make him quit it. She tried a lot of things, but he drank again and again. Nothing could stop it. But she didn"t want him to drink and was ready to do everything for this.
After a plenty of failures she went to a famous woman for help. This woman was some kind of sorcerer. The sorcerer asked what exactly this woman wanted from her husband.
I want him to stop drinking vodka. I want him to love me every night. And I want to have a baby.
I see. You should do three things, they can seem strange, but don"t mix anything. Your husband will change. Will you admit it? Do you really want him to change?
Yes, I do! I will love him if he is changed.
He can be VERY changed.
I"m sure he"ll be better without vodka, and he"ll be happy to love me and to have children.
All right. Let"s get started. To stop him to continue drinking you must make the evening vodka black - put black ink into it, you must put a fat cockroach into the bottle. And if you want him to love you much - add one drop of your blood inside.
The woman rushed home, she did everything as she had been told.
When the husband was back home, he was surprised to get vodka from his own wife. Without asking he drank it and didn"t feel anything strange.
After 10 minutes he was sleeping deeply. She went to sleep too, expecting a happy life ahead.
She was awaken at night. Somebody was above her breathing hard.
She switched on a night lamp to see her husband.
Then there was a loud scream and she fainted.
Her husband was really changed.
He was ...
A huge cockroach.
THE STUPID MORAL OF THIS STORY IS LET THE MEN DRINK.
A hamster
Once we bought a hamster.
When we bought him, the seller said: "This hamster has a wonderful habit. He knows where he lives. While you are alive he will find you anywhere. You are his new master. And never change his sleeping box - he won"t like it."
He was so nice creature. He was small and funny. I liked to play with him very much. I liked him. He liked me. He could find his cage from any part of our big house. It was amazing. And he liked to sleep in the little dark sleeping box. It looked like a little coffin.
I often took him in my arms. He was so cute and fragile.
Once he bit me a little. It was nothing. I was bleeding for a second, it was one tiny drop of blood.
I didn"t pay any attention to this.
Next day he bit me again. Harder. Then - again. It happened every day. He was beating everyone. We decided to go to a vet with him, with our ex-nice hamster.
The vet told us: "Don"t worry. I"ll watch him and give him medicine. Come tomorrow. Everything will be all right."
We came next day.
The veterinary station seemed to be empty. We went to the room where we left our pet yesterday.
There was a piece of paper with a note: "It"s strange. The hamster must be a vampire. Need to be careful."
Then we heard a noise ahead. We looked into the folding screen and we saw ... the vet. Dead. In the pool of blood.
In shock we rushed home. We closed all doors and windows. We were scared and didn"t know what to do.
We needed to be in a safe peaceful place.
Then I remembered: "While you are alive he will find you anywhere."
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THE OTHER MAN/ By Jan Carew
I was a writer. I wrote books. I write now, but nobody knows. Nobody can see me now. Something strange has happened to me. I will tell you about it.
In January I wanted to write a very long book. So I left my home and I found a little room.
‘This is a good room for a writer,’ I thought. ‘I’ll write my book here.’
It was a little room, but I liked it. It was very quiet. I began to work on my book and I was happy.
Then things began to happen - strange things.
One day I was at my desk with my pen in my hand. Suddenly I thought, ‘I want a coffee and I haven’t got any. I’ll have to go to the shop.’
I put my pen on the table and went out.
When I came back, I looked for the pen. It wasn’t on the table. I looked on the floor, on my chair and then on the table again. It wasn’t there!
‘I don’t understand it,’ I thought.
That night another strange thing happened. I was in bed and the room was very quiet. Suddenly, I opened my eyes,
‘What was that?’ I wondered.
Then I heard a voice – a man’s voice.
‘Who’s there?’ I cried.
There was no answer and there was nobody in the room! I couldn’t understand it, and I was afraid.
‘What can I do?’ I thought. ‘What was that?’
After that, strange things happened every day. But I had to finish my book, so I stayed there.
The room was very small. There were not many things in it; only a bed, a table and a chair. And there was a mirror on the wall. It was a very old mirror and I liked it. And then, one day, I looked in the mirror and – I saw him! The other man! It wasn’t me. This man had a beard, but I didn’t!
I shut my eyes and looked again. This time, I saw my face in the mirror.
‘That didn’t happen,’ I thought, ‘I was wrong. There wasn’t another man.’
I went for a walk that day, and I didn’t work on my book. I didn’t want to be in the room. I didn’t want to see or hear strange things.
At night, I went home again. The room was very quiet. I looked in the mirror and saw my face. But I wasn’t happy. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep.
‘I’ll leave here tomorrow,’ I thought. And after that, I slept.
But then another strange thing happened. The other man stood by my bed and spoke to me.
‘You will never leave here,’ he said. ‘You will stay with me.’
And then I opened my eyes. I was very cold and afraid. ‘I’ll leave now,’ I thought. ‘I can’t stay here for one more minute.’
Quickly, I put my things in a case. I wanted to go – now. I couldn’t forget the man, so I was afraid. But afraid of what? I didn’t know.
When my clothes were in the case, I thought, ‘I’ll leave the room now.’
I looked round the room, and I also looked in the mirror again. And then I suddenly felt colder and more afraid. I couldn’t see the other man in the mirror. Why? Because he wasn’t there. But I couldn’t see my face in the mirror! There was no face. Why not?
I tried to shout, but no sound came. I had no voice.
And then I saw him. I saw the other man - the man with the beard. But he wasn’t in the mirror. He was at the table, with my pen in his hand. He wrote my book with my pen! I was angry and I tried to speak. But I couldn’t, because I had no voice.
The other man didn’t speak. He smiled and wrote.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, and I heard a friend’s voice.
Are you there?’ my friend called. ‘I want to see you.’
I was very happy then. ‘My friend will help me,’ I thought. But I couldn’t move. The other man went to the door and opened it.
‘Come in,’ he said to my friend. ‘Come and see my room. I’m writing my book.’
My friend came into the room, but he didn’t see me. He smiled at the other man.
My friend said, ‘Oh, you have a beard now!’
Again and again, I tried to speak but I couldn’t. My friend couldn’t see me; he couldn’t hear me. He only saw the other man.
That is my story. The other man has my room. And he also has my face and my voice. He will finish my book, too.
But the other man doesn’t know one thing. I can write - I can tell my story. And I’m telling it to you!
Другой
Я был писателем. Писал книги. Я и сейчас пишу, но никто об этом не знает и не видит меня. Однажды со мной случилось что-то странное, слушайте.
В январе я решил написать внушительную книгу, поэтому покинул дом и поселился в небольшой комнатке.
"Хорошее место для писателя" - я подумал. "Здесь я и напишу книгу".
Комнатка была миниатюрной, но симпатичной, очень тихой. Я приступил к работе и был весьма счастлив.
Затем начало происходить что-то странное. Однажды я сидел за столом с ручкой в ладони и решил попить кофе. "Кофе нет, придется идти в магазин..." - промелькнула мысль.
Оставив ручку на столе, я вышел, а когда вернулся, то пришлось искать ее - на столе ручки не было. Я осмотрел пол, кресло, снова взглянул на стол - пусто.
"Ничего не понимаю!" - опять промелькнула мысль.
Ночью снова случилось нечто странное. Я лежал в кровати, слушая тишину. Вдруг что-то заставило меня открыть глаза.
"Что такое?" - удивлению не было предела. Затем прозвучал мужской голос.
Кто там? - закричал я.
Ответа не было, комната казалась пустой. Ничего не понимая, я дрожал от страха.
"Что же делать? Что это?" - в голове пробегали мысли.
После этого странности начали происходить ежедневно, но книгу необходимо было дописывать, поэтому я остался в каморке.
В маленькой комнатке вещей было немного: кровать, стол да кресло. А еще имелось зеркало на стене. Оно было весьма древним. Однажды, когда я взглянул в него, то увидел силуэт. Там был другой человек, не я. У отражения была борода.
Я закрыл глаза и снова открыл их - на этот раз передо мной предстал мой обычный лик.
"Этого не было, нет. Это ошибка. Никакого другого человека в зеркале не было!" - оставалось лишь утешать себя.
В тот день я пошел на прогулку и не работал над книгой. В комнате сидеть не хотелось - слишком велик был страх снова увидеть или услышать странности.
Лишь ночью я вернулся. Комната встретила тишиной. Я взглянул в зеркало - там было отражение моего лица, но тревога осталась. Когда я прилег в кровать, то заснуть не мог.
"Завтра же уеду отсюда!" - пришла мысль. После этого навалился сон.
Но вновь произошло необъяснимое. Тот, другой человек, стоял у кровати, обращаясь ко мне.
Ты никуда отсюда не уйдешь. Ты останешься здесь. Навсегда.
Я открыл глаза, ощущая страх и холод. "Хватит. Сейчас же ухожу!" - пришло решение. "Ни минуты здесь не останусь".
Вещи были упакованы быстро - уйти очень хотелось. Образ мужчины не выходил из головы, а страх сковывал. Чего именно я боялся? Не знаю.
Когда вещи были собраны, я дал себе команду - ухожу.
Я оглядел каморку и вновь глянул в зеркало. Снова страх и холод проникли в душу. Нет, другого человека там не было. Но и моего отражения тоже не было видно!
Я попытался закричать, но безрезультатно - голос словно испарился. А затем я увидел его, другого мужчину с бородой. Только он был не в зеркале, а за столом, держа в ладони мою ручку. Ею он писал мою книгу! Я страшно обозлился и вновь попытался заговорить, но не мог.
Мужчина тоже не говорил, он лишь писал и улыбался. Вдруг за дверью раздался шум, и я услышал голос своего приятеля.
Ты там? Надо увидеться!
В душе забрезжил луч надежды. "Конечно, друг поможет!". Но я даже двигаться не мог! Тот, другой мужчина подошел к двери и распахнул ее.
Заходи, - обратился он к приятелю. - Заходи, посмотришь комнату, где я работаю над книгой.
Приятель шагнул внутрь, но меня не заметил. Он улыбнулся.
О, да у тебя теперь борода!
Снова и снова я пытался заговорить, но тщетно: друг не видел и не слышал, перед ним был лишь другой мужчина.
Такова моя история. В моей каморке теперь живет тот, другой. У него мое лицо и мой голос. И мою книгу теперь пишет он.
Но чужак не знает кое-что. Я могу написать свою историю. И вот она, перед вами!
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A Scary StoryСтрашная историяThis story happened to me when I was 9 years old. It was a Halloween night and we had some guests over. There were my uncle with his wife and my cousins: Arthur and Ian. Some of my school friends were also around, so we decided to play hide-and-seek. Arthur suggested playing in the basement, as it’s more intriguing. He secretly told me that he wanted to scare his little brother. Everybody agreed, so we went downstairs. Our basement was rather spacious and full of old junk. It was easy to find the place for hiding. The game had started and I was supposed to count to twenty. While I was counting, I suddenly heard a scream. I knew it was Ian, so I didn’t pay any attention. Surely, I thought it was Arthur’s plan. However, he wouldn’t stop screaming and one of my schoolmates joined him. I asked them what’s wrong and Ian, who was hiding behind the old bureau, said that he saw a ghost. My schoolmate Tim confirmed. Everybody left their hiding spots and ran to me. We were now afraid to move. Ian said there was something white moving towards the door. Tim also saw it. I asked Arthur whether it was his trick, but he persistently denied it. He said he wouldn’t play such scary tricks. In a minute we heard a strange noise at the basement door. Tim agreed to check who or what was it. When he approached the door, he started screaming again. There was something or someone small hiding there. It was wearing white garments. We decided that it was a ghost of a child. As nobody wanted to go alone, we decided to go there all together. Imagine how surprised we were to find out that it was my 6-year old sister Helen under a white sheet. She just wanted to scare us to death. Well, in case with Ian and Tim she had definitely succeeded.
Страшная история.
Это произошло, когда мне было 9 лет. В ночь Хэллоуина у нас было несколько гостей. Был мой дядя с женой и мои кузены: Артур и Ян. Некоторые из моих школьных друзей гуляли поблизости, поэтому мы решили все вместе поиграть в прятки. Артур предложил играть в подвале, так как это более увлекательно. Он по секрету сказал мне, что хочет напугать своего младшего брата. Все согласились, и мы спустились вниз. Наш подвал довольно просторный и полон старого хлама. Было легко найти место для укрытия. Игра началась, и я должен был сосчитать до двадцати. Пока я считал, я вдруг услышал крик. Я знал, что это Ян, поэтому не обращал внимания. Я был уверен, что это был план Артура. Тем не менее, он не прекращал кричать, а один из моих одноклассников присоединился к нему. Я спросил их, что случилось, и Ян, который прятался за старым комодом, сказал, что видел привидение. Мой одноклассник Тим подтвердил. Все вышли из своих укрытий и подбежали ко мне. Теперь мы все боялись пошевелиться. Ян сказал, что видел, как что-то белое двигалось к двери. Тим также видел это. Я спросил Артура, не его ли это злая шутка, но он упорно отрицал все. Он сказал, что не стал бы так шутить над нами. Через минуту мы услышали странный шум около двери подвала. Тим согласился проверить, кто или что это. Когда он подошел к двери, он начал снова кричать. Там в укрытии было что-то небольшое, или кто-то. Оно было полностью в белом одеянии. Мы решили, что это был призрак ребенка. Так как никто не хотел идти в одиночку, мы решили пойти туда все вместе. Представьте себе, как мы удивились, узнав, что это моя 6-летняя сестра Елена под белой простыней. Она просто хотела напугать нас до смерти. Ну, в случае с Яном и Тимом у нее определенно это получилось.
Я хочу рассказать жуткую историю. Однажды ночью мне
показалось что в моей комнате есть кто-то кроме меня. Я открыл глаза и увидел у
окна тень. Она была очень высокая, худая и протягивала ко мне руки. Мне стало
страшно и я закричал так громко как только мог. Я сидел на кровати и кричал.
Вдруг в комнату вбежали мои родители. Они были очень напуганы. Папа включил
свет, и я перестал кричать. Оказывается, днем мама принесла из зала в мою
комнату огромную пальму в большом горшке и поставила ее за штору. Ночью была
полная луна и мне показалось, что это женщина... Мне никогда не было так
страшно как в ту ночь......
I would like to tell you a horrible story. One night it seemed to me
that there was someone besides me in my room. I opened my eyes and saw a
woman"s shade at the window . She was very tall, thin and she stretched out her
arms to me. I was scared and I screamed so loud as I could. I was sitting on
the bed and crying. Suddenly my parents ran into my room. They were very
frightened. Dad turned on the light, and I stopped screaming. It turned out
that in the afternoon, my mother brought a huge palm tree in a large pot from
the hall into my room and she put it behind the curtains. That night there was
full moon, and it seemed to me that it was a woman... I have never been so bad as that night......
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Приближается Хэллоуин, а значит самое время начинать читать страшные истории про духов, привидения и призраков. Сегодня предлагаем прочитать легенду о происхождении тыквы-фонаря, самого главного атрибута праздника. Эту тыкву-фонарь еще называют фонарь Джека. Кстати, первоначально словом Jack-o-Lantren называли блуждающие огни на болотах (ignis fatuus) . По мере приближения к ним они отдалялись, и ходило поверье, что это души отвергнутых у врат ада скитаются по земле в поисках пристанища, освещая себе дорогу тыквой, в которой лежит кусок угля от адского пламени.
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An Irish Legend about Jack-o-Lantern (Легенда о тыкве-фонаре)
According to an Irish tale, an old man named Jack was scurrying home along a country road when the devil suddenly appeared beside him. Jack knew the devil had come to claim his soul, for he had been a stingy, mean, and selfish man. As the two walked along, they came to a tree heavy with big, red apples.
«Wouldn’t an apple taste good right now?» Jack suggested to the devil.
«They’re fine looking apples, for sure,» said the devil. «But they all grow too high for me to reach.»
«Then stand on my shoulders.» Jack said. «Surely you’ll be able to reach them, then.»
So the devil climbed up onto Jack’s shoulders, swung himself onto a branch of the tree, and began picking the biggest, the reddest fruit he could find. Suddenly, Jack whipped out his pocket knife and carved the sign of the cross on the tree trunk. That made it impossible lor the devil to climb down out of the tree.
«Get me down from here,» cried the devil, «and I won’t claim your soul for ten years!»
But Jack was far too smart to fall for that. «I’ll let you down only if you promise NEVER to claim my soul,» he said. And the devil, desperate to get down, agreed.
But Jack wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. Before the next Halloween, his body wore out, and his soul needed a place to rest. He was turned back from the gates of heaven because of his stingy, mean ways on earth. When he got to hell, the devil shouted, «Go away! You tricked me into promising I’d never claim your soul. I must keep my word. You cannot enter into hell!»
«But where then shall I go?» Jack asked.
«Back from where you came,» the devil replied.
«I’ll never find my way back to earth in the dark,» Jack cried. So the devil threw him a chunk of coal from the very furnaces of hell. Jack caught the glowing ember and placed it inside a turnip he was gnawing on. He has been wandering around the earth with this first jack-o’-lantern in search of a resting place ever since!
Легенда о старом Джеке и тыкве-фонаре (страшная история на английском языке с переводом на русский язык)
В одной старой ирландской легенде говорится, что однажды старик Джек торопился домой по проселочной дороге, как вдруг дьявол преградил ему путь. Джек был скрягой, ничего хорошего людям в жизни не делал, только о себе всегда думал. Увидев дьявола, он понял, что тот пришел за его душой. Пошли они вместе. Вскоре они подошли к яблоне, которая была усыпана большими спелыми яблоками. Джек захотел задобрить дьявола и спросил, не хочет ли он попробовать сочных красных яблок. Дьявол сказал, что не против, но яблоки висят очень высоко и ему их не достать. «Ну, тогда встань ко мне на плечи и достанешь», -предложил Джек.