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call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
"Но мы собираемся сделать
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
что -то особенное в
I particularly remember the rains of the
перерыв, "она продолжила,
depression era.
"И это будет
there wasn't any money but there was
веселье!"
plenty of rain.
Ну, мы все задавались вопросом
it wouldn't rain for just a night or
что это будет
a day,
быть
it would RAIN for 7 days and 7
И двухчасовое ожидание
nights
казалось много времени
and in Los Angeles the storm drains
Как миссис Соренсон
weren't built to carry off taht much
пошел
water
учит ее
and the rain came down THICK and
уроки.
MEAN and
Я посмотрел на маленькую
STEADY
Девочки, они выглядели так
and you HEARD it banging against
красиво и чисто и
the roofs and into the ground
тревога,
waterfalls of it came down
Они сидели неподвижно и
from roofs
прямой
and there was HAIL
И их волосы были
big ROCKS OF ICE
красивый
bombing
в Калифорнии
exploding smashing into things
солнечный свет.
and the rain
Зазвонили перерывы на перерывах
just wouldn't
и мы все ждали
STOP
веселье.
and all the roofs leakeddishpans,
Тогда миссис Соренсон сказала нам:
cooking pots
"Теперь, что мы собираемся
were placed all about;
Должно ли мы сказать
they dripped loudly
друг друга, что мы сделали
and had to be emptied
Во время ливня!
again and
Мы начнем в первом ряду
again.
И иди прямо!
the rain came up over the street curbings,
Теперь, Майкл, ты первым!. Полем . "
across the lawns, climbed up the steps and
Ну, мы все начали говорить
entered the houses.
Наши истории, Майкл начал
there were mops and bathroom towels,
И это продолжалось и продолжалось,
and the rain often came up through the
И скоро мы поняли, что
toilets:bubbling, brown, crazy,whirling,
Мы все лгали, а не
and all the old cars stood in the streets,
точно лжет, но в основном
cars that had problems starting on a
Ложь и некоторые мальчики
sunny day,
начал хихикать, а некоторые
and the jobless men stood
девушек начали давать
looking out the windows
они грязные взгляды и
at the old machines dying
Миссис Соренсон сказала,
like living things out there.
"Хорошо! Я требую
the jobless men,
Modicum молчания
failures in a failing time
здесь!
were imprisoned in their houses with their
Меня интересно, что
wives and children
ты сделал
and their
во время ливня
pets.
даже если ты
the pets refused to go out
нет! "
and left their waste in
Итак, мы должны были рассказать наше
strange places.
истории и они были
the jobless men went mad
истории.
confined with
Одна девушка сказала, что
their once beautiful wives.
Когда сначала радуга
there were terrible arguments
пришел
as notices of foreclosure
Она видела лицо Бога
fell into the mailbox.
в конце этого.
rain and hail, cans of beans,
Только она не сказала, какой конец.
bread without butter;fried
Один мальчик сказал, что он застрял
eggs, boiled eggs, poached
его рыбацкий полюс
eggs; peanut butter
из окна
sandwiches, and an invisible
и поймал немного
chicken in every pot.
рыба
my father, never a good man
и накормил его своим
at best, beat my mother
кот.
when it rained
Почти все сказали
as I threw myself
ложь.
between them,
Правда была просто
the legs, the knees, the
Слишком ужасно и
screams
смущение, чтобы рассказать.
until they
Затем прозвенел колокол
seperated.
и перерыв был
"I'll kill you," I screamed
над.
at him. "You hit her again
"Спасибо", сказала миссис
and I'll kill you!"
Соренсон, "это было очень
"Get that son-of-a-bitching
хороший.
kid out of here!"
и завтра по территории
"no, Henry, you stay with
будет сухой
your mother!"
И мы поместим их
all the households were under
использовать
seige but I believe that ours
снова."
held more terror than the
Большинство мальчиков
average.
приветствовал
and at night
И маленькие девочки
as we attempted to sleep
сидел очень прямо и
the rains still came down
все еще,
and it was in bed
выглядит так красиво и
in the dark
чистый и
watching the moon against
тревога,
the scarred window
их волосы красивые на солнце, что
so bravely
Мир может никогда не увидеть
holding out
снова.
most of the rain,
I thought of Noah and the
Ark
and I thought, it has come
again.
we all thought
that.
and then, at once, it would
stop.
and it always seemed to
stop
around 5 or 6 a.m.,
peaceful then,
but not an exact silence
because things continued to
drip
drip
drip
and there was no smog then
and by 8 a.m.
there was a
blazing yellow sunlight,
Van Gogh yellowcrazy,
blinding!
and then
the roof drains
relieved of the rush of
water
began to expand in the warmth:
PANG!PANG!PANG!
and everybody got up and looked outside
and there were all the lawns
still soaked
greener than green will ever
be
and there were birds
on the lawn
CHIRPING like mad,
they hadn't eaten decently
for 7 days and 7 nights
and they were weary of
berries
and
they waited as the worms
rose to the top,
half drowned worms.
the birds plucked them
up
and gobbled them
down;there were
blackbirds and sparrows.
the blackbirds tried to
drive the sparrows off
but the sparrows,
maddened with hunger,
smaller and quicker,
got their
due.
the men stood on their porches
smoking cigarettes,
now knowing
they'd have to go out
there
to look for that job
that probably wasn't
there, to start that car
that probably wouldn't
start.
and the once beautiful
wives
stood in their bathrooms
combing their hair,
applying makeup,
trying to put their world back
together again,
trying to forget that
awful sadness that
gripped them,
wondering what they could
fix for
breakfast.
and on the radio
we were told that
school was now
open.
and
soon
there I was
on the way to school,
massive puddles in the
street,
the sun like a new
world,
my parents back in that
house,
I arrived at my classroom
on time.
Mrs. Sorenson greeted us
with, "we won't have our
usual recess, the grounds
are too wet."
"AW!" most of the boys
went.
"but we are going to do
something special at
recess," she went on,
"and it will be
fun!"
well, we all wondered
what that would
be
and the two hour wait
seemed a long time
as Mrs.Sorenson
went about
teaching her
lessons.
I looked at the little
girls, they looked so
pretty and clean and
alert,
they sat still and
straight
and their hair was
beautiful
in the California
sunshine.
the the recess bells rang
and we all waited for the
fun.
then Mrs. Sorenson told us:
"now, what we are going to
do is we are going to tell
each other what we did
during the rainstorm!
we'll begin in the front row
and go right around!
now, Michael, you're first!. . ."
well, we all began to tell
our stories, Michael began
and it went on and on,
and soon we realized that
we were all lying, not
exactly lying but mostly
lying and some of the boys
began to snicker and some
of the girls began to give
them dirty looks and
Mrs.Sorenson said,
"all right! I demand a
modicum of silence
here!
I am interested in what
you did
during the rainstorm
even if you
aren't!"
so we had to tell our
stories and they were
stories.
one girl said that
when the rainbow first
came
she saw God's face
at the end of it.
only she didn't say which end.
one boy said he stuck
his fishing pole
out the window
and caught a little
fish
and fed it to his
cat.
almost everybody told
a lie.
the truth was just
too awful and
embarassing to tell.
then the bell rang
and recess was
over.
"thank you," said Mrs.
Sorenson, "that was very
nice.
and tomorrow the grounds
will be dry
and we will put them
to use
again."
most of the boys
cheered
and the little girls
sat very straight and
still,
looking so pretty and
clean and
alert,
their hair beautiful in a sunshine that
the world might never see
again.
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