Sometimes the death it's only beginning. In the City was happened a cruel murder. What's next?
Genre: FICTION / Crime— When? — Darky impatiently scowled. The City was chilly. The Darky didn't love to visit here, he lived outside the city, on a bank of a river. Prickly and dirty snow creaked under the feet of scurrying people like broken glass.
— How wonderful, the trees in silver! I love winter fairy-tale so much! — a girl smiled, she went backwards and looked at a young man, a groom or a husband.
He smiled and remained silent…
Darky mentally chuckled, watching them contemptuously. Winter fairy-tale, she’d read too many statuses in social networks.
— Well, let him come round. The man was beaten to death, — told him a colleague just as bright, but lighter than his friend.
— Savages.
Slowly moved up the others, one by one, in pairs, in groups. Darky tore off a sprig of frozen berries, put it in the mouth, immediately spat out. Bitter. By the river the same trees were growing, the berries looked the same there, but were sweet, as if eating sweet ice. Everything in this City was like that — only looked like life. He glared at the walking couple. The girl grimaced, putting on poses from Instagram pictures one by one, the man stared at the sides, sometimes smeared his eyes on the girl. The man's gaze rested on Darky, he began to look closely, frowned as if trying to understand something. Darky turned away.
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French
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Translated by Mathieu Chopelet
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Author review: A very creative and responsible translator. Strongly recommend. |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Fernanda Neves Fernandes
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Author review: Strongly recommend! A great job and a responsible attitude. Great. |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Rafael Zarraga
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Author review: Awesome job! Strongly recommend! |
