My name is Melancholy

[AVD]

Hello, and sorry my bad English. :rolleyes:


My name is Melancholy
Story in a few parts.

Part first

The failed stones squeezed the girl most densely than a possible. By miracle from under the heap of fragments it turned out to push a hand. Attempt to move with fingers caused pain.
- Movement is life! - the thought in her head flashed. - If I want to get out from here, I am should move!
But she can't move. Having despaired, the girl sadly sighed. She cried. On face of tears flowed. The face of the fair-haired beautiful blonde was turned to the sky. The firmament was absolutely black as if someone overturn on it a giant inkwell. Only enormous crimson disk of the Moon reminded of the past, about times when about skies people still composed verses and sang songs.
- Wait a moment, - someone's words sounded.
Instant, and situation changed in a root. The young lady did not lie any more under ruins. Now, standing at top of the steep rock, a look it threw the place surrounding it.
There was nothing familiar. Was not neither a grass, nor trees - only dry earth covered with cracks, and highly rising clubs of a dust and a caustic smoke. Here and there the surface of the earth corrupted, having opened wide breaks of improbable depth, and at their bottom the boiling lava. One small house soon fell into the abyss. Everything burned out, everything is destroyed.
Birds and animals left these places - the absolute silence was broken from time to time by the mysterious noise reaching from under the earth, and noise was similar to a thunder heavenly.
The small small river flew nearby. Waters in it sufficed only in order that just once scoop, but also that all red and dense, grown turbid and stench, reminded herself blood from veins of the dead person.
- Where am I? What's happening? - yelling girl.
- Be not afraid, girl. It's a dream … While just dream.
Having opened eyes, Julia convulsively looked round on the parties. She was in the room. Into a small cozy room with lilac wall-paper on the walls, located in penthouse of house. The lateral window had a telescope, through which else past evening the girl admired planets of Solar System and a small - stars. The kerchief which it accurately closed telescope, still slightly carelessly hanged down from the device. The laptop lying on a floor, was switched on, and Julia's page in one of social networks, nowadays the so popular there was open. It seems, it before going to bed loaded there video with Jupiter. On slightly dusty table, besides several stickers with marks, and a handbag and the mobile phone, one of favourite Julia's books - a hilarious detective book, in which the detective, trying to untwist the new lay, find himself and himself arrested.
Having breathed sigh of relief, the young beauty lifted up hands and smiled. What happiness that seen was dream!
- No more HG Wells before bedtime! - She muttered under her breath.
Having looked at clocks, which stand on a bedside table near a tiny figure of an angel, Julia was frightened - judging by time specified them, she overslept. For the first time in the life. It was inadmissible for the young lady from U.S., which trying to construct own life and to begin career.
Having gathered quickly and even having refused to herself this morning shower acceptance, she at full speed rushed off on a ladder down.
- My dear! Your breakfast cooled down! - the loving mother was indignant.
- Oh, mummy! I am late!
- Well that you, my little lady!
- I overslept!
- All right, the sleepyhead, but I will not release you, while you will not have breakfast! In a family Williams nobody leaves the house, without breakfast!
- Excuse me, mom! But I cannot...
Having caught reproach in mother's eyes, the girl was confused.
- It is possible I will take a breakfast with itself? - she asked, very strongly doubting that it will work.
- All right, so and to be, Julia, today I allow to take you your breakfast with self. But that it was last time!
- OK, mommy!
Having thrown in a backpack her breakfast carefully cooked by her mother, the girl at parting kissed beloved mother in a cheek.
- I love you, mom!
- I love you too, Julia, my honey. Come back rather.
At full speed the girl ran out from the house. At some instant her seemed, as if she has behind the back the most real jetpack, but soon was out of breath. Having replaced rate of movement, she decided to admire the hometown a little.
On the road to some ranks taxi cars were lined, behind them school buses, trucks, cars of citizens. To this moment through the road passed some mummers. Dressed to suits of known superheroes they transferred granny across the road. At the rest, anything remarkable for the young lady from U.S. on the street was not. Morning solar, slightly coldish - the 20th of December.
Girl tried to find out familiar faces in crowd, hoping to meet friends or acquaintances. And can be, right now any celebrity on foot reaches to a film studio? Alas, it was not lucky - known persons in crowd did not have.
Julia was beautiful, and almost made impression as if it other-wordly, but for completeness of this impression there was no little which she diligently tried to discover every day.
Gray faces of gray people moved down the street, and everyone lived the life, being hardly allocated from this crowd. But it was intends to be allocated and is much stronger, than usually. She going to today casting on one known film studio.

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to be continued

[AVD]

* * *

- Excuse me, I was late, - Julia apologized.
- All right, so and to be, - one producer, gray-haired and shaggy agreed. - We are ready to give to you a little time.
Julia entered into an image, having presented itself on a place of the character of the plot, the first, which come to her mind.
- Oh, My God! I so dreamed to recover from my illness! - with an anguish in a voice exclaimed the girl, and from her eyes tears began to flow on the person which has been lit up by happiness. - And here, I made it! I touch your clothes, and from now on I am pure before the people!
With these words she fell face downwards on a floor, but stop tears could not any more - she so deeply endured the played role.
- My daughter! Your belief rescued you! Go in the world and be healthy from your illness, - the voice which has reached from a table of the commission answered her. It says producer with a gray-haired shaggy hair on the head, similar to the known scientist.
- Well, bravo! - he applauded to the girl. - We will consider you as candidate, and we will contact you.
Understanding that she failed do nothing, Julia felt an unpleasant deposit on soul, but do could nothing - eventually, here nobody nothing should her.
Wearing a backpack on his back, she left the studio.

***

- Well, how? - Asked Emma, while Julia was in the locker in the lobby of the college and was looking for a tutorial.
- Better not ask - she replied girlfriend. - Today I overslept and was late for much of the sample.
- Oh... - Emma was confused . - I'm so sorry...
- But they have agreed to allocate me a few minutes, and I played bleeding from the Bible.
- How does that come to mind? You could play Juliet, Hamlet, but at least a fool of that film, which on the face of steadily kept stone grimace. They said something?
- Yes, - hardened Julia. - Said.
- So what?
- I think you'll understand if I express my interpretation of their words. They have already found someone. I don't need them.
- Relax, friend. It happens to everyone. Converges to another studio, or in the theater there and start your career. And then they will regret that you refused.
- Thank you.
- Listen, we've got planned a small gathering of old friends. Come with us?
- Yes. But where and at what time?
- Immediately after school, near the old bridge in the park.
- OK, cool!

***

When lessons are over and the bell rang, boys and girls left the college building. Julie was with Emma. Light, cool breeze was blowing from the north. Clouds gathered in the sky.
- Wow! Just like before the storm! - Emma wondered, looking at the sky. And then he slipped out of the blue, but a friend just reacted and grabbed her arm to prevent falling.
- What was that? - Unhappy girl cried.
- I don't know...
Reflections were interrupted by the young American boy cry , to sell newspapers.
- Terror is booming! The President believes that the threat today is closer than it has ever been! They strike directly at our backs! Buy a newspaper! Fresh release!
Glancing collection of newspapers, which he kept the boy under his belt, Emma smiled grimly.
- Speculation on the emotions of citizens, scaring them with new attacks? - She protested. - Unheard of!
- I had nothing to do! - Cringed young newspaperman, hearing her indignation.
Julia looked at the sky blackened , and she became one of its kind at ease.
- Come on! - Voice girlfriend instantly snatched her from captivity hesitation.
Without saying a word, she followed Emma. Park is not far from here remained.

to be continued

[Calidore]

This reads like a Google translation. If it is Google, you should try writing it yourself--few people, even ESL students, have worse English than Google's output. If this is your own English, then you desperately need to learn the language much better before trying to write stories.

[AVD]

Yep. It's a promt + google. 0_o
Ok, I'll try translate this text manually. Thanks! =)

I have a few problems with translating. I'm sure - Americans can help. How to make my translation (and possible - writing) correct? Simple - subject of story. American girl in post-Soviet Russia. Mafia, who wish a global control on Earth. Terroristic acts, and another. It's a story of unlimited action.