РОЗЫ У букета роз короткий век... Д

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У букета роз короткий век... День — и краски уже не те, второй день — и Вам уже грустно смотреть на то, что радовало Вас своей красотой.
В давние времена, в одном маленьком английском городке Олдтауне жил-был Алхимик, который, как это обычно у алхимиков бывает, искал эликсир бессмертия. Весь день он только тем и занимался, что смешивал разные растворы и записывал какие-то формулы в своей толстой тетради. Но вот однажды в дверь к Алхимику постучали. Алхимик торопливо спрятал тайную тетрадь. Удивленный Алхимик, что к нему в дверь кто-то постучал, поспешно открыл дверь. На пороге стоял знакомый всей округе почтальон с букетом роз в руках. Растерявшийся Алхимик расписался и переспросил почтальона, не ошибся ли он. Но почтальон сказал ему, что это не ошибка. Растерявшийся Алхимик вернулся в комнату и долго гадал, как и откуда был ему прислан столь странный подарок. Он был очень малообщительным человеком, у него почти не было друзей. И посуды-то специальной ни¬какой нет — одни колбы да пробирки... Наконец Киместриус нашел какую-то древнюю банку. Он по¬ ставил цветы на подоконник, а сам сел рядышком, размышляя, кто бы это мог так над ним подшутить. А цветы были действительно прекрасны. Алхимик отвлекся от своих мыслей и невольно залюбовался цветами. День шел, за окном темнело, свет менял оттенки, и казалось, что розы танцевали какой-то медленный танец. Так и просидел весь вечер Алхимик у букета роз. «Вот она, жизнь. Эликсир, который я искал, где-то здесь...» — невольно прошептал он и сам не заметил, как уснул.
Утром розы потускнели, увяданием веяло от былой красоты. Алхимик поспешил к своим растворам, но остановился... Весь день он был около роз. Менял воду, опрыскивал их ле¬пестки и даже пел им песни... И розы ожили. Особенно пре¬красны они были вечером, на закате — они словно вспыхнули и ярком пламени своего медленного танца... Жизнь вернулась. А на следующее утро Алхимик заметил, что розы немного подросли...
Прошла неделя, другая, прошел год... Алхимик все так же бережно ухаживал за цветами, и они отвечали ему какими-то новыми оттенками своих красок, своего аромата, своей жизни. .За год букет превратился в пышный розовый куст, который занимал теперь весь подоконник. Но самое странное произошло с самим Алхимиком. Люди заметили, что он стал приветливее, все чаще его лицо озарялось улыбкой, а запавшие было морщинки совсем исчезли. Вы скажете, может быть, все дело в старинной банке, в которой росли розы. Не знаю, может быть, и так, но Алхимик точно гак не думал. Он нашел свой эликсир.

Результаты (английский) 1:

ROSES Bouquet of roses have a short life. Day and paints are not the same, the second day — and you've had a sad look at what pleased you with its beauty.In ancient times, in one small English town there lived a Oldtaune Alchemist, which, as it usually happens, the alchemists have searched the elixir of immortality. All day he only and that mixed the different solutions and jot down any formulas in his thick notebook. But once the door to knock Alchemist. Alchemist hurriedly hid a secret notebook. Surprised by the Alchemist to the door someone knocked, hastily opened the door. Standing on the threshold of a familiar all over the neighbourhood postman with a bouquet of roses in his hands. Rasterâvšijsâ Alchemist signed and asked postman if he was not mistaken. But the postman told him that this is not an error. Rasterâvšijsâ Alchemist returned to the room and long wondered how and from where was it sent such a strange gift. He was a very maloobŝitel′nym person, he has almost no friends. And dishes-special no ¬ what no-one bulb Yes tubes ... Kimestrius finally found some ancient Bank. He put flowers on the windowsill ¬ and sat side by side, reflecting who it might as well play a trick on him. And the flowers were really beautiful. The Alchemist was distracted by his thoughts and inadvertently zalûbovalsâ flowers. The day was coming, it was getting dark outside the window, the light changed colors, and it seemed that the roses were dancing some slow dance. And spent the entire evening at the Alchemist bouquet of roses. "That's it, life. Elixir, which I was looking for somewhere here. "— unwittingly whispered and he didn't notice as he fell asleep. Morning rose has faded, wilt wafted from a bygone beauty. Alchemist hurried to their solutions, but stopped ... All day it was about roses. Changed the water, their opryskival Le ¬ ginger and even sang them songs. And rose came alive. Especially Prez ¬ red they were evening at sunset — if they broke out and a bright flame of its slow dance ... Life has returned. The next morning the Alchemist noticed that rose a bit grown up. Last week, another year has passed ... Alchemist still carefully nursed the flowers, and they answered him, some new shades of their colors, their aroma, their lives. . Per year bouquet turned into lush Rosebush, who was now the whole windowsill. But the strangest thing happened with the Alchemist. People noticed that he became more friendly, more often his face was lit by a smile, and sunken was wrinkles disappeared completely. You say, maybe it's all in the old Bank, which grew roses. I don't know, maybe so, but exactly not GAK Alchemist thought. He found its Elixir.

Результаты (английский) 2:

ROSES
have a bouquet of roses short century ... Day - and paint are not the same, the second day - and you have a sad look that delight you with its beauty.
In the old days, in a small English town Oldtown lived the alchemist who as it usually happens in the alchemists, looking for the elixir of immortality. All day he had just that and doing that mix different solutions and recorded some formula in his thick notebook. But once the door to knock Alchemist. Alchemist hurriedly hid a secret notebook. Surprised alchemist that his door someone knocked, opened the door quickly. On the threshold stood a familiar throughout the district postman with a bouquet of roses in hands. The confused Alchemist signed and the postman asked him if he made ​​a mistake. But the postman told him it was not a mistake. The confused Alchemist returned to the room for a long time wondered how and where it was sent so strange gift. He was very unsociable man, he had almost no friends. And something special dishes ni¬kakoy no - one bulb tubes yes ... Finally Kimestrius found some ancient jar. He po¬ put flowers on the windowsill, and sat side by side, wondering who it could well play a trick on him. And the flowers were really beautiful. The Alchemist was distracted from his thoughts involuntarily admiring the flowers. Day walked outside it was getting dark, the light of changing shades, and it seemed that Rose danced some slow dance. So I spent the whole evening at the Alchemist bouquet of roses. "Here it is, life. Elixir, which I was looking around here somewhere ... "- whispered involuntarily he did not notice how he fell asleep.
Rose in the morning faded, withering emanated from her former beauty. Alchemist hurried to their solutions, but stopped ... The whole day was about roses. Change the water, he sprayed them le¬pestki and even sang their songs ... and the rose alive. Especially pre¬krasny they were in the evening, at sunset - they seem bright flame flashed and his slow dance ... Life returned. The next morning the Alchemist saw that rose a little grown up ...
A week passed, another year has passed ... Alchemist still takes care of flowers, and they answered him with some new shades of its color, its flavor, its life . .For The year has become a lush bouquet of rose bush, which now occupied the entire window sill. But the strangest thing happened with the Alchemist himself. People have noticed that it has become friendlier, more and more of his face shone with a smile, and was sunken wrinkles disappear altogether. You say, maybe the whole thing in an old bank, which grew roses. I do not know, maybe so, but exactly Alchemist hook thought. He found his elixir.

Результаты (английский) 3:

rosesbouquet of roses with a century... the day - and the colors are not the same, the second day you are sad to look at what was you its beauty.in ancient times, a small english town олдтауне there was an alchemist who, as usual with the alchemists, is looking for the elixir of immortality. all day he only did that to mix different solutions and recorded any formula in its thick notebooks. but once the door to алхимику knocked. alchemist hastily hid a secret notebook. curious, alchemist, to his door someone knocked, hastily opened the door. on the threshold stood a familiar around the mailman with a bouquet of roses in his hand. растерявшийся alchemist signed and made her repeat it a little, don"t mistake it. but he said it wasn"t a mistake. растерявшийся alchemist returned to the room and have long wondered how and from where he was sent as a gift. he was very малообщительным man, he has almost no friends. and dishes is special ни¬какой no - one bulb and tube. finally киместриус found some ancient bank. he по¬ put flowers in the window, and sat down next to me, now, who could then play a trick on him. and the flowers were really beautiful. the alchemist was distracted from his thoughts and makes залюбовался flowers. the day came, outside the window it was getting dark, the light changed tones, and it seemed that the roses dance a slow dance. and spent all night alchemist is a bouquet of roses. "that"s life. elixir that i was looking for somewhere "- also said he didn"t see how he fell asleep.morning rose, they seem dull, as felt from the former beauty. alchemist hurried to their solution, but stopped. all day he had some roses. changing the water, sprayed them ле¬пестки and even sang their song... and the roses come alive. they were particularly пре¬красны evening at sunset - they like out bright flame and its slow dance... life back. the next morning the alchemist noticed that rose a bit older...a week later, another year has passed. alchemist still gently took care of the flowers, and they said to him some of his new shades of color, its fragrance, its life. .за year bouquet into a rosebush, who was now the whole window. but the strangest thing happened by the alchemist. people noticed that he was nicer, more озарялось smile his face and sunken wrinkles at all was gone. you say maybe it"s an old bank, which grew roses. i don"t know, that may be so, but the alchemist"s hook not thought. he found his elixir.