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Vladislav Krapivin. The Magic Carpet
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Описание:
"Ковер-самолет" Крапивина на английском
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Salyery
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24 марта 2017 в 22:28
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1 Vladislav Krapivin
The Magic Carpet
To my little drummer Pavlik
I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night feeling tremendously happy and then lie there staring at the ceiling, trying to remember why.
Why of course! Only a moment ago Vitalka was laughing here beside me. No, not that tall thin man by the name of Vitaly Andreyevich who recently came to stay: I mean the real Vitalka - a young lad in a blue tee shirt with shaggy fair hair, peeling sunburnt shoulders and scratched bony elbows.
2 Yes, only a moment ago we were flying over familiar streets together with our legs dangling from the carpet. The warm wind seemed to be beating its soft furry wings against our legs and the morning sun was warming our backs.
Drifting past down below were dark green clumps of poplars, brown iron roofs and the silver dome of the town circus. Rising out of the scanty yellow clouds and heading towards us was the white belfry, which looked like a fortress tower, and looming in its top windows were bells which had withstood the passage of time.
3 Its convex roof was made of rusty iron squares, some of which had come off and were sticking up as if the roof had been ruffled by the wind.
Vitalka and I sat with our arms round each other's shoulders and laughed. How funny that ruffled roof looked! How funny those small toy-like barges and launches were on the river below! How funny one of Vitalka's old canvas shoes had dropped off his foot! It was worn down at the heel and had developed a little hole in the part covering his big toe, so we did not bother chasing it.
4 After landing on the circus dome and swishing downwards like a toboggan down a slope, it jumped off the cornice as off a ski-jump and somersaulted into the dense poplars.
"Kick the other one off!" I yelled for what good was one shoe?
But Vitalka shook his head, got a reel of cotton out of his pocket and tied it to his shoe.
"I'll tow it!" he said.
We swooped sharply down towards the river and flew so low over the water that our feet dipped into it and swept up fountains of spray and foam.
5 Vitalka let go of his shoe and skimmed the water behind us as if it really was in tow. What fun that was!
"A hydrofoil!" I shouted and laughed so much I fell flat on my back and kicked my wet feet in the air.
The thread snapped and the shoe went on swimming along on its own. Sooner or later some unlucky fisherman was bound to fish it out instead of a gudgeon. What a joke! We flew under an old wooden bridge creaking under the weight of heavy lorries, and began climbing towards some old white walls and towers on a grassy slope...
6 ... My memories gradually fade but I still feel happy and lie there smiling in the dark because, you see, it all actually happened. And so what if it's over! What really matters is that it actually happened!
Yes, it really did.
Chapter One
I spent my childhood in a small northern town spreading on the bank of a large river. The houses were mostly made of wood with plank pavements running along their board fences and intricate patterns carved on their lopsided old gates.
7 And behind the gates stretched spacious yards covered with soft grass and dandelions with dense burdock and nettle patches around their edges. In the yards stood sheds and long stacks of pine and birch logs which smelt of forests and mushrooms.
What a lot of space there was. There was even enough for a game of football - unless some had hung out their washing on the lines.
Of course, there were new districts in the town as well, five-storey houses made out of multi-coloured blocks.
8 Here and there you came across old brick buildings with columns and patterned balconies, but most of the streets were lined with one and two-storey wooden houses, which, unlike peasant cottages, had large, two-metre-high windows.
The streets ran down to the steep riverbank where stood a stone monastery which had been built on the orders of Peter the Great. It opened and the Academy of Sciences founded.
9 (Tr.) was not only a monastery but also a fortress with high walls and towers with narrow loopholes.
Rising high over the walls and towers and church's domes was a white belfry with a huge round black clock, about three metres in diameter. It was a pity that the clock did not work.
It had stopped a very long time ago, in 1919, during the Civil War. Word has it that a machine-gunner climbed to the top of the belfry and kept half the town under fire for a long time.
10 Finally, a steam tug, which had been converted into a gunboat and named "World Revolution", chugged round Stony Cape and let rip at the belfry from its gun.
What happened to the machine-gunner is anyone's guess, but the clock was damaged and stopped ringing. Nobody tried to mend it. Its wooden beams and staircase were badly burnt and wrecked and so it was practically impossible to get near the clock.
 

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