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Помогите пожалуйста! Переведите текст: I was travelling in India last september.One day I somehow caught the wrong bus while trying to get from Delhi to Agra to see the Taj Mahal.I ended up in a small village in the middle of nowhere "Next bus back to Delhi...tomorrow,"the bus driver told me.Just then,a man was passing by with an oxcart.The bus driver stopped him.Before I knew it,I was sitting on top of some sacks on the man`s cart,and we were heading back to the city.Most of the way,it was raining,and mosquitoes were buzzing around the ox and biting me.Sanjit only spoke Hindi,but he was smiling and laughing all the way,and he even shared his lunch with me.It was very spicy but delicious.It took us four hours to reach Delhi.Despite the rain and mosquitoes,it was a lot of fun.

Answer 1

Я ехал в сентябре прошлого года в Индии.Однажды я как-то попались на тот автобус, пытаясь добраться из Дели в Агру, чтобы увидеть Тадж-Махал.Я оказался в небольшой деревушке в глуши "автобус обратно в Дели...завтра,"водитель автобуса сказал мне.Только тогда человек проходил мимо с волов.Водитель автобуса остановил его.Прежде чем я знал это,я был сидя на вершине какие-то мешки на воз,и мы направляемся обратно в город.Большую часть пути шел дождь,и комары жужжат вокруг OX и укусил меня .Санджит говорил только на хинди,но он улыбался и смеялся всю дорогу,и он даже поделился со мной на обед.Это было очень острое, но вкусное.Нам понадобилось четыре часа, чтобы добраться до Дели.Несмотря на дождь и комаров,это было большое удовольствие.

Answer 2

I was traveling in India last September when something unexpected happened. One day, while trying to get from Delhi to Agra to see the majestic Taj Mahal, I somehow ended up catching the wrong bus. Instead of reaching my intended destination, I found myself in a small village in the middle of nowhere.

When I asked the bus driver about the next bus back to Delhi, he informed me that it would only be available the following day. Feeling a bit lost and unsure of what to do, I stood there contemplating my predicament.

Just then, a man passed by with an oxcart. The bus driver quickly stopped him and explained my situation. Before I knew it, I found myself sitting on top of some sacks on the man's cart, embarking on a journey back to the city.

As we made our way, rain started pouring down, and mosquitoes began buzzing around the ox and biting me. Despite the discomfort, the man named Sanjit, who only spoke Hindi, had a perpetual smile on his face. He laughed and seemed to be enjoying the journey. In a heartwarming gesture, he even shared his lunch with me.

The food he offered was incredibly spicy, but surprisingly delicious. It added a burst of flavor to my adventure. We spent four hours on the cart, enduring the rain and pesky mosquitoes, but it turned out to be an unexpectedly enjoyable experience.

Finally, we arrived in Delhi. I thanked Sanjit profusely for his kindness and bid him farewell. Although my detour may have been unplanned, it brought me an unforgettable encounter with a generous stranger and added a unique twist to my journey. Despite the rain and the mosquitoes, I couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected fun that unfolded during that eventful ride.