Русское воскрешение Мэрилин Монро. На 2 языках - стр. 26

Something that was painfully strained for months suddenly snapped and broke in him. He reached out his hand down to her bloody stain, but she at once threw herself back from his hand, and Rebrov saw closely her eyes. There was nothing in it but unconcealed stony fear. Rebrov let down the knife from his hand and it fell on the ground. Then he closed his face with both hands, turned and slowly walked away. Feet brought him down to the lake and he got into his boat. Something hard and tight suddenly squeezed his neck and a lump rose in his throat. He clamped both his hands to the eyes and his body violently shook all over. Soon his little brother came running after him. Rebrov leaned overboard, drew a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

Дома он собрал свою спортивную сумку, потряс за плечо, да так и не разбудил пьяного отца, и пошел в ночь за двадцать километров на станцию. Пассажирский поезд останавливался здесь раз в сутки. По четным дням – в сторону Питера, по нечетным – на Москву. Раннее утро оказалось нечетным, и Ребров уехал в Москву. Если бы утро оказалось четным, то поезд повез бы Реброва в Питер. Там жил и работал на заводе его дядька по матери, хороший и непьющий мужик. Он, когда приезжал в отпуск, всегда звал Реброва к себе, на свой завод.

Но выпал нечет. Ребров уехал в Москву и стал там сначала бандитом, а потом киллером. В свою деревню он никогда больше не вернулся.

At home Rebrov packed his sporting bag, tried to wake up his drunken father, but then hugged his brother and went in the light spring night to the railway station some fifteen miles away. Passenger train stopped there once a day. On even days of a month the train went to Sankt-Petersburg, and on the odd days to Moscow. If it would have had happened to be an even day the train would have taken Rebrov to Petersburg, where his uncle lived, a non-drinking cheery fellow. Every time he came for vacation, to see his sister when she was alive, he always lured Rebrov to come and work with him at metal works. However, early morning of that day in May happened to be odd. Rebrov went to Moscow, became there firstly a burglar, and then a professional killer. He never came back to his village.

Левко выбрал для ленча китайскую кухню. На первое суп из ласточкиного гнезда, – это из маленьких рыбок, которые китайские ласточки натаскали, чтобы построить свое гнездо, и чем-то вкусным их склеили. Второе было проще: утка по-пекински с ростками бамбука. Личного повара Левко завел еще в девяностых, когда открыл свой первый банк. Но тогда это было по необходимости: в те лихие годы, чем реже банкир светился в людных местах, тем дольше мог прожить.