Question

Срочно, переведите пожалуйста на английский язык, только без переводчика в интернете, там перевод не тот. Заранее спасибо. Умершая мать! Эту историю как-то рассказал наш сосед. Давно это было, он тогда только закончил десятилетку, пробовал поступить в мединститут, но не добрал пару баллов. Расстроился, конечно, но до следующего года устроился подрабатывать в Скорую фельдшером – у него сестра там работала. И вот как-то зимой сидят на ночном дежурстве. Вдруг – ночной вызов: в ближайшем поселке кого-то гипертонический криз. Ну, поехали. Едем, дорога темная, далеко не видно, да еще дождь заливает стекло... Проезжаем мимо кладбища и видим – мутная одинокая фигура на краю дороги стоит под дождем. Когда фары дотянулись до фигуры, увидели – стоит бледная молодая женщина в длинной белой сорочке и машет руками – останавливает, значит. Мы, говорит, тогда еще подумали, мол, что это она одна ночью под дождем стоит? Ну, вышли. А она как кинулась к нам, дрожит вся, и тихо так, но быстро шепчет, просит со слезами, чтобы скорее ехали в соседнюю деревню – мол, там грудной ребенок с сильной простудой лежит… Вот так шепчет быстро-быстро, с присвистом, а сама все ближе норовит подойти… Помню, говорит сосед, от нее таким холодом тянуло, не бывает так у обычных людей. Жуткое чувство тогда окатило их, но выслушали ее, только все время непроизвольно отодвигались от нее подальше, не давая ей приближаться. Не пойму, рассказывает, и жалко ее как-то было, и страшно тоже, но повернули в соседнюю деревню. Она-то не поехала, сказала, что здесь, при кладбище, ее дом. Приехали, стучим, нам навстречу мужчина выходит. Удивился, говорит, да, болеет дочь, но я ее сам лечу, врача не вызывал. Смотрим девочку – пневмония начинается… Говорим, что забираем ребенка. -Кто же вас вызвал? – спрашивает. И тут мы увидали ее, эту кладбищенскую женщину. Ее портрет смотрел на нас со стены в комнате – с черной траурной лентой… -А вот же она, - говорим, а самим так муторно стало. Смотрим - он тоже остолбенел. -Как? – вскрикнул мужчина. – Ведь это ее мать, которая умерла неделю тому назад!.. Когда обратно ехали, этой женщины на дороге уже не было. Но я оглянулся через заднее стекло – она стояла на ночной дороге, еле видимая сквозь стену дождя. Стояла и смотрела нам вслед…

Answer 1

Dead Mother

Our neighbour told us this story. It was many years ago. He had left school and tried to go to medical univercity, but he failed. He was really sad, but then he got a job the paramedic. Because his sister worked there. One day the call arrived on the night duty. Someone got hupertensive crisis. We went on the dark road. It was extremely rainy. Strange muddy figure stand near the cemetry. Pale young woman was waving hand in the light of headlights. It seemed strange to us and we went out of the car. Shivering woman came closer and started begging us to save little child in the village nearby. She was unusial cold. Not like a normal human. We were very scared and we wanted to run away. Nevertheless we regretted her and went to that willage. She left at the cemetry, at her home as she said. At this place he meeted a man with ill girl. He said that he did not calling them. We brought girl to hospital. She had pneumonia. He asked, who had called them. And then we saw portrait with black ribbon of that strange woman.We felt sick. Man said us that this woman died seven days ago. There was no woman on the road when we went home. But I looked back. She was standing and watching us.          

Answer 2

The Story of the Deceased Mother

Once upon a time, there was a neighbor who shared a story about a strange encounter. It happened a long time ago when he had just finished his tenth grade and was trying to get into medical school but fell short of a few points. He was disappointed but managed to find a job as an ambulance paramedic through his sister, who worked there. One winter night, they were on a night shift when they received an emergency call about someone experiencing a hypertensive crisis in a nearby village. They quickly responded and started driving towards the village. The road was dark, visibility was poor due to rain, and they passed by a cemetery. They noticed a figure standing alone in the rain at the edge of the road. As their headlights reached the figure, they saw a pale young woman in a long white gown waving her hands, signaling them to stop. They thought it was strange for someone to be standing alone in the rain at night. They stopped the ambulance, and the woman approached them, trembling and quickly whispering with tears, asking them to hurry to the neighboring village because a baby with a severe cold was lying there. They felt a chilling sensation, but they listened to her and decided to go to the neighboring village. The woman didn't join them, saying that her home was near the cemetery. They arrived at the village and knocked on the door of the house where the sick child was supposed to be. A man opened the door and expressed surprise, saying that his daughter was indeed sick with pneumonia, but he had been treating her himself and hadn't called for a doctor. They examined the girl and confirmed the diagnosis. They asked the man who had called them, and to their astonishment, they saw a portrait of the woman from the cemetery hanging on the wall with a black mourning ribbon. They pointed to the portrait and said, "Here she is," feeling a sense of exhaustion. They looked back through the rear window of the ambulance, but the woman was no longer there. The neighbor who shared this story mentioned that they couldn't explain the strange encounter and the feeling of coldness that surrounded the woman. They felt both sorry for her and frightened at the same time. They turned back, and the woman was standing on the night road, barely visible through the rain. She stood there, watching them as they drove away.

Note: The story provided does not have a specific source. It appears to be a fictional or anecdotal account.