MUSHROOM RAIN

[Мими]

When we wake up early in the morning, I go to my nursery school, and father goes to his motor trade.
That day I woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head - but father was only sleeping. I didn't know why, and mother told me:
- Won't you, please, please, help me?
- But why me, not father?
- Father went to gather mushrooms. It was mushroom rain yesterday.
- But what's mushroom rain? Do mushrooms fall from the sky?
- No. Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines, it's useful for mushrooms?
- But why did father go alone?
- He went very far from here. Norwegian Wood, isn't it good? Besides, today it's a hard day's night.
- But how am I to help you?
- Take this red case with shirts and carry them to the laundry. Here's a lot of money. You know my name, look up the number. That's what I want.
- But would you let me go alone?
- Of course. The next year you'll go to school.
We came to the corner. There was a park in front of the road. Mother told me:
- Don't turn away from the long and winding road. There's a broad street behind the park. Don't cross it alone, but wait till an old man or woman comes up to you, and help them to cross the road.
- What old woman?
- This one, for example. Granny, let my son help you to cross the road.
- With pleasure, - the old woman smiled, took my hand, and I helped her.
I was so glad to run alone at the long and winding road.
And suddenly I saw a strange dog. A golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators was pulling it on a long strap. I'd never seen such a long dog before. It, too, had long nose, ears, and tail, but its curve paws were short and thick.
When the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned aside, the dog's head, curve paws, and front part of body, too, turned aside, but its back and tail still were at the long and winding road, so long it was.
At last, the whole dog turned aside, and I, too, followed it to see what it would do. I thought where those dogs live, what they eat, and who needs them.
I was looking at it, but the dog's golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned round and made me face. I, too, wanted to make her face, but so did the dog. I thought it was useless for me to make face to both, and ran away shaking my red case and singing. I didn't even look around.
Suddenly I saw a columned white round house. It was a park library. Its door was locked. There were empty benches and armchairs, and chess tables, but no people.
There was a large green fly on one of the tables. It was moving as a chess-knight - two squares ahead, one aside. The chess fly moved to the edge of the table, and then flew up around the columned house.
I followed it as if it were the sun. It flew around the house, then around a column. I was following it till felt light-headed, then sat on grass with eyes closed, not understanding what I see. When I felt better, I opened my eyes and stood up. There were trees, bushes, and grass, like in a forest - neither people, nor the columned white house. Even the fly disappeared.
I took my red case, and suddenly saw many mushrooms. I took the shirts out and filled my red case. But there were so many mushrooms that I wanted to fill the shirts with them. But I looked around and I noticed there were no shirts. They disappeared, and I understood that I got a trouble. I could go neither to the laundry, nor home, and mother might worry.
I cried, took my red case, and ran away. I was running and crying till saw an empty alley and a bench. The golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog was sitting there. I, too, sat on the bench and cried again.
- Cry, baby, cry, make your mother sigh, - she said thru her nose.
- Don't disturb me!
- But really, why do you cry, my lad? - she smiled.
- I got a trouble, don't you understand?
- If you got troubles then don't bring your troubles to me.
- But I'll do.
Her dog came to me and licked my knees, and I stopped crying and told the girl everything about shirts.
- I'm sorry for you, my lad, - she said. - But it isn't worth crying. Hey, Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better!
- But how do you know everything? - I asked. I didn't like how she was talking to me.
- Aren't you a pupil yet, my lad? - she said with French accent.
- I'll be a pupil the next year.
- It doesn't matter what you say, but I know you'll be a pupil anyway.
- But are you a pupil?
- But of course I am.
- But what form are you in?
- But second.
- But why aren't you doing your homework?
- But I did it the night before.
- But what's your dog's name?
- But Martha My Dear.
- But why's it so long?
- But it's a basset-hound.
- But why do you wear these blue jeans?
- But because the sky is blue it makes me cry.
- But do you, really, need these tinted aviators?
- But you don't know the reason why I wear them. Just steel and glass, that's all.
- You're a rutabaga! - I said. - Little but talkative!
She laughed so loudly that I was offended, remembered shirts and mother, and cried again - till heard that she told me:
- Don't cry, my lad! Let's walk with my dog. Pull it on the strap and be quiet. Don't cry, don't shed a tear just as long as you stand by me.
- So give me your dog, - I said.
We stood up and went to the alley; I pulled the long dog and got quiet and even happy.
- Let's forget shirts and laundry! A lot of money, that's what I've got. I'll buy you coffee and honey pies.
- And I'll buy you diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel alright.
We found the shop, bought coffee and honey pies, fed the dog, and ourselves wanted to eat, but I saw a strange scene: a big fat sparrow flew up to a branch and sat down to it. And the branch shook up and down like a swing. Then, three more sparrows sat down to the same branch. I'd never seen anything of the kind.
The golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators asked me:
- Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see?
I told her everything. She answered:
- Is it really possible, my lad? It's very interesting. You tell me you've seen seven wonders but the bird can swing.
An old woman said:
- It's just wind, no else.
I answered:
- No wind. They shake themselves.
Some of them began to argue, but I was looking at the shaking sparrows not even touching my coffee.
And suddenly I saw another sparrow. It was sitting alone, but not shaking. All the sparrows' heads were colourful, but this one's was black. I felt so sorry for this sad sparrow that, again, looked at the shaking ones. There were many people, too, looking at them. Somebody said:
- They can't shake themselves unless wind.
- But you see they shake, - I said.
- So, it's the wind.
- But where? - I asked.
- Here, there, and everywhere, - the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators answered.
But suddenly the shop-girl shouted:
- Go off, nasty bird!
And I saw the sad black-headed sparrow sitting on my cup and drinking coffee. I shouted:
- Don't touch it! Allow it to drink!
But I myself frightened it so much that it flew away at once.
- May it also need cocoa or chocolate? - somebody asked.
The old woman said:
- I've got aquarium fishes and feed them with cucumbers.
- It wanted to drink the whole cup. Remains aren't useful for it.
- But how's it to drink remains? It's afraid to get into the cup upside down.
- It's yourselves who are afraid!
But suddenly I felt so upset because of the poor sparrow that remembered mother, put honey pies into my pocket, took my red case, and told the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators:
- Let's go from here!
- You mean soon we'll be away from here, step on gas and wipe the tears away, don't you? - she asked.
- No, I want to say let's go at once, but I can't go home!
- But I want to show you the ferrous wheel. It was opened two days ago.
The ferrous wheel was enormous. I was so astonished that forgot even the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog, tho they were near me. Everything around me was seen. I was just sitting and watching the wheel go round.
There was a bridge and a fountain where rocking horse people ate marmalade pies.
There were swans in the lake.
There was the shop with coffee. Sparrows were invisible, but the old woman having aquarium fishes was drinking coffee.
There was a small tram going towards my nursery school.
There was a boat on the river far away.
There was the motor trade where father works.
There was a horse near a shop.
There was the columned white library where the chess fly had confused me. I'd gathered mushrooms near it.
There was the laundry.
And, at last, there was my home - large, pink, with a tower on its top.
But suddenly, I felt badly. What was the matter with mother? I couldn't suffer any more.
When the ferrous wheel stopped I jumped out, and the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog followed me. I opened my red case, gave one mushroom to the girl, another to her dog, and asked:
- What's your name? I'm hurrying, do you understand?
- I'm Irene, - she said taking off her tinted aviators, and I first time saw her large blue eyes.
- And I'm Alex. See you tomorrow. Goodbye! - I answered, and ran away.
But I didn't forget that I'd promised mother to help an old man or woman to cross the road.
Suddenly, an old woman took my hand.
- Let's go! - she said helping me to cross the road.
- Who are you? - I asked.
She looked at me thru her granny glasses, and said:
- You aren't my boy. But where's mine?
And I ran home. I saw pale mother standing there, and cried again.
At home, I opened my red case, showed her mushrooms, and told everything.
- So, really, red is the colour that makes me blue, it's true, - mother said, and didn't talk to me at all till the evening.
But in the evening, father came. His large basket was almost empty. And he began to read newspaper at once.
- Your son's gathered a caseful of mushrooms in the park, - mother said, and I laughed. Then, she told me to go to bed, but I didn't sleep and listened how father and mother were talking. Soon, father came to me, sat down to my bed, and asked:
- Won't you show me tomorrow where mushrooms grow in the park?
- Of course I will, - I answered. - Besides, I've met the beautiful girl. Her name's Irene, she wears blue jeans and tinted aviators, and her dog's as long as our TV antenna. And let's go to the ferrous wheel. Okay?
- Okay. And now, go to bed, - he said, and went out turning off the light.
But I was lying in the dark and thinking of everything had happened that day. Then, I remembered the honey pies in my pocket, took out one of them, ate a little, went to bed, and fell asleep with the honey pie in my hand.
The next day, I went to the park with father. Irene wearing her customary blue jeans and tinted aviators with her basset-hound was there, too.
Since then, our appointments repeated every week-end during thirteen years - till we, at last, got married.
Let it be!

Find as many songs by the Beatles in this story as possible.

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А можно перевод? Пожалуйста...

[Леонид]

Предположим, задача такова, что обязательно должна быть на иностранном языке. Но как минимум нужно же сформулировать задание по-русски...

[Мими]

А вот вам и перевод. Битловские песни приведены в переводе Игоря Полуяхтова.

Утром мы глаза как открываем, я иду в детский сад, а папа идет на свой завод шин.
В тот день я проснулся, с кровати встал, волосы расчесал - а папа оставался только спящим. Я снова не поверил, и мама сказала мне:
- Я прошу, помоги!
- Отчего я, а не папа?
- Папа уехал собирать грибы. Вчера был грибной дождь.
- А что такое грибной дождь? Грибы падают с неба?
- Нет. Вам не слышно, дождь, солнце, свет и тьма - это полезно для грибов?
- А отчего папа уехал сам?
- Он уехал очень далеко отсюда. Какой прелестный Норвежский лес! Кроме того, сегодня тяжелый день.
- А как я буду тебе помогать?
- Возьми этот красный чемодан с рубашками и отнеси их в прачечную. Вот куча денег. Ты знаешь имя, найди-ка номер. Я этого хочу.
- А ты отпустишь меня одного?
- Конечно. В следующем году ты пойдешь в школу.
Мы вышли на угол. Перед дорогой был парк. Мама сказала мне:
- Не сворачивай с извилистого долгого пути. За парком находится широкая улица. Не переходи ее один, а жди, если старичок или старушка придет к тебе, и помоги им перейти дорогу.
- Какую старушку?
- Например, вот эту. Бабушка, мой сын поможет вам перейти дорогу.
- С удовольствием, - улыбнулась старушка, взяла меня за руку, и я помог ей.
Я был так рад, что бежал один по извилистому долгому пути.
И вдруг я увидел странную собаку. Золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами вела ее на длинном ремне. Я никогда не знал таких длинных собак прежде. Ее нос, уши и хвост тоже были длинные, а кривые лапы - короткие и толстые.
Когда золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами свернула в сторону, собачья голова, кривые лапы и передняя часть туловища тоже свернули в сторону, а спина и хвост всё еще были на извилистом долгом пути - такая она была длинная.
Наконец, вся собака свернула в сторону, и я тоже пошел за ней, чтобы посмотреть, что она будет делать. Я думал, где живут такие собаки, что едят, и для чего они нужны.
Я смотрел на нее, а собакина золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами повернулась и показала мне язык. И я хотел показать ей язык, но то же самое сделала и собака. Я подумал, что показывать язык обеим бесполезно, и убежал, размахивая своим красным чемоданом и напевая. Я даже не осматривал их.
Вдруг я увидел белый круглый дом с колоннами. Это была библиотека парка. Ее дверь была заперта на замок. Там были пустые скамейки и кресла, и шахматные столы, а людей не было.
На одном из столов была большая зеленая муха. Она двигалась ходом шахматного коня - две клетки вперед, одна в сторону. Шахматная муха добралась до края стола, а потом полетела вокруг дома с колоннами.
Я вышел за ней вслед, как будто это было солнце. Она облетела вокруг дома, потом вокруг колонны. Я шел за ней, пока у меня не закружилась голова, потом сел на траву, закрыв глаза, не различая ничего. Когда мне стало лучше, я открыл глаза и встал. Там были деревья, кусты и трава, как в лесу - ни людей, ни белого дома с колоннами. Даже муха исчезла.
Я взял свой красный чемодан, и вдруг увидел много грибов. Я вытащил рубашки и наполнил свой красный чемодан. Но грибов было так много, что мне захотелось наполнить ими рубашки. Я всё осмотрел, но нигде не попались мне рубашки. Они исчезли, и я понял, что попал в беду. Я не мог идти ни в прачечную, ни домой, а мама, может быть, уже волнуется.
Я заплакал, схватил свой красный чемодан и убежал. Я бежал и плакал, пока не увидел пустую аллею и скамейку. Там сидела золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами и ее длинная собака. Я тоже сел на скамейку и снова заплакал.
- Плачь, детка, плачь, маму озадачь, - сказала она в нос.
- Не мешай мне!
- А на самом деле, отчего ты плачешь, мой друг? - улыбнулась она.
- Я попал в беду, понимаешь?
- Когда ты страдаешь, то хоть не рассказывай мне.
- А я все-таки расскажу.
Ее собака подошла ко мне и лизнула мои колени, а я перестал плакать и всё рассказал девчонке про рубашки.
- Мне жаль тебя, мой друг, - сказала она. - Но плакать не стоит. Эй, Джуд, смени настрой, песню спой, так чтоб стало лучше!
- А откуда ты всё знаешь? - спросил я. Мне не понравилось, как она со мной говорит.
- Ты еще не школьник, мой друг? - спросила она с французским акцентом.
- Я буду школьником через год.
- Но кто бы что ни говорил, хочу я, чтобы школьником ты был.
- А ты школьница?
- А как же!
- А в каком ты классе?
- А во втором.
- А отчего ты не делаешь уроки?
- А я сделала их еще в ту ночь.
- А как зовут твою собаку?
- А Марта Дорогая.
- А отчего она такая длинная?
- А это такса.
- А зачем тебе эти голубые джинсы?
- А поскольку в небе синь, я слезы лью.
- А тебе на самом деле нужны эти круглые очки с затемненными линзами?
- А ты, детка, знаешь, зачем я их ношу. Это просто стекло и металл, вот и все дела.
- Ты брюква! - сказал я. - Маленькая, а болтливая!
Она так громко засмеялась, что я обиделся, вспомнил про рубашки и про маму, и снова заплакал - пока не услышал, что она мне говорит:
- Не плачь, мой друг! Давай погуляем с моей собакой. Веди ее на ремне и успокойся. Ты не плачь, не проливай ни слезы до тех пор, пока мы рядом.
- Так дай мне свою собаку, - сказал я.
Мы встали и пошли по аллее; я вел длинную собаку и успокоился, даже обрадовался.
- Давай забудем рубашки и прачечную! Вот куча денег, я их имею. Я куплю тебе кофе и сладкие пирожки.
- А я куплю перстенек, дружок, чтобы было хорошо.
Мы нашли магазин, купили кофе и сладкие пирожки, накормили собаку и сами захотели есть, но я увидел странную сцену: большой толстый воробей взлетел и сел на ветку. Ветка качалась вверх и вниз, как качели. Потом еще три воробья сели на ветку. Я никогда не видел ничего подобного.
Золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами сказала мне:
- Посмотри повсюду, вид мне опиши!
Я рассказал ей всё. Она ответила:
- Так это действительно правда, мой друг? Это очень интересно. Видел ты 7 чудес света, кроме того, что птицы на качелях.
Одна старушка сказала:
- Это просто ветер и больше ничего.
Я ответил:
- Нет ветра. Они качаются сами.
Некоторые начали спорить, но я смотрел на качающихся воробьев, даже не притронувшись к кофе.
И вдруг я увидел еще одного воробья. Он сидел один, но не качался. У всех воробьев головы были пестрые, а у этого - черная. Мне стало так жалко этого грустного воробья, что я снова начал смотреть на качающихся. Там было много людей, и они тоже смотрели на них. Кто-то сказал:
- Они не могут качаться сами, если нет ветра.
- Но вы же видите, что они качаются, - сказал я.
- Значит, есть ветер.
- А где? - спросил я.
- Здесь, там, во всех местах, - ответила золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами.
Но вдруг продавщица закричала:
- Вон отсюда, противная птица!
И я увидел, что грустный черноголовый воробей сидит на моей чашке и пьет кофе. Я закричал:
- Не трогайте его! Пусть он пьет!
Но я сам так сильно его напугал, что он сразу же улетел.
- Может быть, он еще хочет какао или шоколада? - спросил кто-то.
Старушка сказала:
- У меня есть аквариумные рыбы, я кормлю их огурцами.
- Он хотел выпить всю чашку. Осадок его не устраивает.
- А как он будет пить осадок? Он ведь боится лезть в чашку вверх ногами.
- Это вы сами боитесь!
Но вдруг я так расстроился из-за этого бедного воробья, что вспомнил про маму, положил сладкие пирожки себе в карман, взял свой красный чемодан и сказал золотоволосой девчонке в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами:
- Давай уйдем отсюда!
- Ты хочешь сказать, что скоро будем далеко, жми на газ, слезы давай утрем, не так ли? - спросила она.
- Нет, я хочу сказать, давай немедленно уйдем, но я не могу идти домой!
- А я хочу показать тебе колесо обозрения. Его открыли два дня назад.
Колесо обозрения было огромное. Я был так поражен, что забыл даже про золотоволосую девчонку в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами и ее длинную собаку, хотя они были рядом со мной. Мне было видно всё вокруг. Я сидел и смотрел, как вращается колесо.
Вот это мост у фонтана, где кони-качалки сиропный пирог едят.
Вот это лебеди в озере.
Вот это магазин, где кофе. Воробьев не видно, но старушка, у которой есть аквариумные рыбы, пьет кофе.
Вот это маленький трамвай, идущий в мой детский сад.
Вот это лодка на речке далеко отсюда.
Вот это завод шин, где работает папа.
Вот это лошадь у магазина.
Вот это белая библиотека с колоннами, где меня запутала шахматная муха. Я рядом собирал грибы.
Вот это прачечная.
И, наконец, вот это мой дом - большой, розовый, с башней наверху.
Но вдруг мне стало плохо. Что с мамой? Я больше не мог терпеть.
Когда колесо обозрения остановилось, я выскочил, а золотоволосая девчонка в голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами и ее длинная собака вышли за мной. Я открыл свой красный чемодан, дал один гриб девчонке, другой ее собаке, и спросил:
- Как тебя зовут? Я тороплюсь, понимаешь?
- Я Ирена, - ответила она, снимая свои круглые очки с затемненными линзами, и я впервые увидел ее большие голубые глаза.
- А я Алекс. До завтра! До свидания, моя любовь! - сказал я и убежал.
Но я не забыл, что обещал маме помогать старичку или старушке переходить дорогу.
Вдруг какая-то старушка взяла меня за руку.
- Пошли! - сказала она, помогая мне перейти дорогу.
- Кто вы? - спросил я.
Она посмотрела на меня через толстые стекла старушечьих очков и сказала:
- Ты не мой мальчик. А где же мой?
И я убежал. Возле дома я увидел там бледную маму и снова заплакал.
Придя домой, я открыл свой красный чемодан, показал ей грибы и всё рассказал.
- Действительно красный теперь - это цвет тоски, такой вот факт, - сказала мама и не разговаривала со мной до вечера.
А вечером пришел папа. Его большая корзина была почти пустая. Он сразу же начал читать газету.
- Твой сын набрал полный чемодан грибов в парке, - сказала мама, и я засмеялся. Потом она сказала мне идти спать, но я не спал, а слушал, как папа и мама разговаривали. Скоро папа пришел ко мне, сел на мою кровать и спросил:
- Ты мне покажешь завтра, где в парке растут грибы?
- Конечно, так и быть, - ответил я. - Кроме того, я встретил красивую девчонку. Ее зовут Ирена, у нее голубые джинсы и круглые очки с затемненными линзами, а ее собака длинная, как наша телевизионная антенна. И давай пойдем на колесо обозрения. Хорошо?
- Хорошо. А теперь иди спать, - сказал он и ушел, выключив свет.
А я лежал в темноте и думал обо всем, что произошло в тот день. Потом я вспомнил про сладкие пирожки в кармане, вытащил один из них, немного поел, лег и уснул с пирожком в руке.
На следующий день я пошел в парк с папой. Ирена в своих неизменных голубых джинсах и круглых очках с затемненными линзами и ее такса тоже были там.
С тех пор наши свидания повторялись каждый выходной в течение тринадцати лет - пока мы, наконец, не поженились. Да будет так!

Найдите в этом рассказе как можно больше Битловских песен.

[General]

Вот, несколько:
It was mushroom rain yesterday.
A golden-plaited girl wearing
Besides, today it's a hard day's night.

Ну, и, конечно же -
- Take this red case with shirts and carry them to the laundry. Here's a lot of money. You know my name, look up the number. That's what I want.
- But would you let me go alone?
- Of course. The next year you'll go to school.
We came to the corner. There was a park in front of the road. Mother told me:
- Don't turn away from the long and winding road. There's a broad street behind the park. Don't cross it alone, but wait till an old man or woman comes up to you, and help them to cross the road.
- What old woman?
- This one, for example. Granny, let my son help you to cross the road.
- With pleasure, - the old woman smiled, took my hand, and I helped her.
I was so glad to run alone at the long and winding road.
And suddenly I saw a strange dog. A golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators was pulling it on a long strap. I'd never seen such a long dog before. It, too, had long nose, ears, and tail, but its curve paws were short and thick.
When the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned aside, the dog's head, curve paws, and front part of body, too, turned aside, but its back and tail still were at the long and winding road, so long it was.
At last, the whole dog turned aside, and I, too, followed it to see what it would do. I thought where those dogs live, what they eat, and who needs them.
I was looking at it, but the dog's golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned round and made me face. I, too, wanted to make her face, but so did the dog. I thought it was useless for me to make face to both, and ran away shaking my red case and singing. I didn't even look around.
Suddenly I saw a columned white round house. It was a park library. Its door was locked. There were empty benches and armchairs, and chess tables, but no people.
There was a large green fly on one of the tables. It was moving as a chess-knight - two squares ahead, one aside. The chess fly moved to the edge of the table, and then flew up around the columned house.

[Мими]

Извините, но это у меня не шифр, а Битлоподобный рассказ. Вот правильный ответ (автора песни нетрудно определить по цвету выделенных слов).

When we wake up early in the morning, I go to my nursery school, and father goes to his motor trade.
That day I woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head - but father was only sleeping. I didn't know why, and mother told me:
- Won't you, please, please, help me?
- But why me, not father?
- Father went to gather mushrooms. It was mushroom rain yesterday.
- But what's mushroom rain? Do mushrooms fall from the sky?
- No. Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines, it's useful for mushrooms?
- But why did father go alone?
- He went very far from here. Norwegian Wood, isn't it good? Besides, today it's a hard day's night.
- But how am I to help you?
- Take this red case with shirts and carry them to the laundry. Here's a lot of money. You know my name, look up the number. That's what I want.
- But would you let me go alone?
- Of course. The next year you'll go to school.
We came to the corner. There was a park in front of the road. Mother told me:
- Don't turn away from the long and winding road. There's a broad street behind the park. Don't cross it alone, but wait till an old man or woman comes up to you, and help them to cross the road.
- What old woman?
- This one, for example. Granny, let my son help you to cross the road.
- With pleasure, - the old woman smiled, took my hand, and I helped her.
I was so glad to run alone at the long and winding road.
And suddenly I saw a strange dog. A golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators was pulling it on a long strap. I'd never seen such a long dog before. It, too, had long nose, ears, and tail, but its curve paws were short and thick.
When the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned aside, the dog's head, curve paws, and front part of body, too, turned aside, but its back and tail still were at the long and winding road, so long it was.
At last, the whole dog turned aside, and I, too, followed it to see what it would do. I thought where those dogs live, what they eat, and who needs them.
I was looking at it, but the dog's golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators turned round and made me face. I, too, wanted to make her face, but so did the dog. I thought it was useless for me to make face to both, and ran away shaking my red case and singing. I didn't even look around.
Suddenly I saw a columned white round house. It was a park library. Its door was locked. There were empty benches and armchairs, and chess tables, but no people.
There was a large green fly on one of the tables. It was moving as a chess-knight - two squares ahead, one aside. The chess fly moved to the edge of the table, and then flew up around the columned house.
I followed it as if it were the sun. It flew around the house, then around a column. I was following it till felt light-headed, then sat on grass with eyes closed, not understanding what I see. When I felt better, I opened my eyes and stood up. There were trees, bushes, and grass, like in a forest - neither people, nor the columned white house. Even the fly disappeared.
I took my red case, and suddenly saw many mushrooms. I took the shirts out and filled my red case. But there were so many mushrooms that I wanted to fill the shirts with them. But I looked around and I noticed there were no shirts. They disappeared, and I understood that I got a trouble. I could go neither to the laundry, nor home, and mother might worry.
I cried, took my red case, and ran away. I was running and crying till saw an empty alley and a bench. The golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog was sitting there. I, too, sat on the bench and cried again.
- Cry, baby, cry, make your mother sigh, - she said thru her nose.
- Don't disturb me!
- But really, why do you cry, my lad? - she smiled.
- I got a trouble, don't you understand?
- If you got troubles then don't bring your troubles to me.
- But I'll do.
Her dog came to me and licked my knees, and I stopped crying and told the girl everything about shirts.
- I'm sorry for you, my lad, - she said. - But it isn't worth crying. Hey, Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better!
- But how do you know everything? - I asked. I didn't like how she was talking to me.
- Aren't you a pupil yet, my lad? - she said with French accent.
- I'll be a pupil the next year.
- It doesn't matter what you say, but I know you'll be a pupil anyway.
- But are you a pupil?
- But of course I am.
- But what form are you in?
- But second.
- But why aren't you doing your homework?
- But I did it the night before.
- But what's your dog's name?
- But Martha My Dear.
- But why's it so long?
- But it's a basset-hound.
- But why do you wear these blue jeans?
- But because the sky is blue it makes me cry.
- But do you, really, need these tinted aviators?
- But you don't know the reason why I wear them. Just steel and glass, that's all.
- You're a rutabaga! - I said. - Little but talkative!
She laughed so loudly that I was offended, remembered shirts and mother, and cried again - till heard that she told me:
- Don't cry, my lad! Let's walk with my dog. Pull it on the strap and be quiet. Don't cry, don't shed a tear just as long as you stand by me.
- So give me your dog, - I said.
We stood up and went to the alley; I pulled the long dog and got quiet and even happy.
- Let's forget shirts and laundry! A lot of money, that's what I've got. I'll buy you coffee and honey pies.
- And I'll buy you diamond ring, my friend, if it makes you feel alright.
We found the shop, bought coffee and honey pies, fed the dog, and ourselves wanted to eat, but I saw a strange scene: a big fat sparrow flew up to a branch and sat down to it. And the branch shook up and down like a swing. Then, three more sparrows sat down to the same branch. I'd never seen anything of the kind.
The golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators asked me:
- Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see?
I told her everything. She answered:
- Is it really possible, my lad? It's very interesting. You tell me you've seen seven wonders but the bird can swing.
An old woman said:
- It's just wind, no else.
I answered:
- No wind. They shake themselves.
Some of them began to argue, but I was looking at the shaking sparrows not even touching my coffee.
And suddenly I saw another sparrow. It was sitting alone, but not shaking. All the sparrows' heads were colourful, but this one's was black. I felt so sorry for this sad sparrow that, again, looked at the shaking ones. There were many people, too, looking at them. Somebody said:
- They can't shake themselves unless wind.
- But you see they shake, - I said.
- So, it's the wind.
- But where? - I asked.
- Here, there, and everywhere, - the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators answered.
But suddenly the shop-girl shouted:
- Go off, nasty bird!
And I saw the sad black-headed sparrow sitting on my cup and drinking coffee. I shouted:
- Don't touch it! Allow it to drink!
But I myself frightened it so much that it flew away at once.
- May it also need cocoa or chocolate? - somebody asked.
The old woman said:
- I've got aquarium fishes and feed them with cucumbers.
- It wanted to drink the whole cup. Remains aren't useful for it.
- But how's it to drink remains? It's afraid to get into the cup upside down.
- It's yourselves who are afraid!
But suddenly I felt so upset because of the poor sparrow that remembered mother, put honey pies into my pocket, took my red case, and told the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators:
- Let's go from here!
- You mean soon we'll be away from here, step on gas and wipe the tears away, don't you? - she asked.
- No, I want to say let's go at once, but I can't go home!
- But I want to show you the ferrous wheel. It was opened two days ago.
The ferrous wheel was enormous. I was so astonished that forgot even the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog, tho they were near me. Everything around me was seen. I was just sitting and watching the wheel go round.
There was a bridge and a fountain where rocking horse people ate marmalade pies.
There were swans in the lake.
There was the shop with coffee. Sparrows were invisible, but the old woman having aquarium fishes was drinking coffee.
There was a small tram going towards my nursery school.
There was a boat on the river far away.
There was the motor trade where father works.
There was a horse near a shop.
There was the columned white library where the chess fly had confused me. I'd gathered mushrooms near it.
There was the laundry.
And, at last, there was my home - large, pink, with a tower on its top.
But suddenly, I felt badly. What was the matter with mother? I couldn't suffer any more.
When the ferrous wheel stopped I jumped out, and the golden-plaited girl wearing blue jeans and tinted aviators with her long dog followed me. I opened my red case, gave one mushroom to the girl, another to her dog, and asked:
- What's your name? I'm hurrying, do you understand?
- I'm Irene, - she said taking off her tinted aviators, and I first time saw her large blue eyes.
- And I'm Alex. See you tomorrow. Goodbye! - I answered, and ran away.
But I didn't forget that I'd promised mother to help an old man or woman to cross the road.
Suddenly, an old woman took my hand.
- Let's go! - she said helping me to cross the road.
- Who are you? - I asked.
She looked at me thru her granny glasses, and said:
- You aren't my boy. But where's mine?
And I ran home. I saw pale mother standing there, and cried again.
At home, I opened my red case, showed her mushrooms, and told everything.
- So, really, red is the colour that makes me blue, it's true, - mother said, and didn't talk to me at all till the evening.
But in the evening, father came. His large basket was almost empty. And he began to read newspaper at once.
- Your son's gathered a caseful of mushrooms in the park, - mother said, and I laughed. Then, she told me to go to bed, but I didn't sleep and listened how father and mother were talking. Soon, father came to me, sat down to my bed, and asked:
- Won't you show me tomorrow where mushrooms grow in the park?
- Of course I will, - I answered. - Besides, I've met the beautiful girl. Her name's Irene, she wears blue jeans and tinted aviators, and her dog's as long as our TV antenna. And let's go to the ferrous wheel. Okay?
- Okay. And now, go to bed, - he said, and went out turning off the light.
But I was lying in the dark and thinking of everything had happened that day. Then, I remembered the honey pies in my pocket, took out one of them, ate a little, went to bed, and fell asleep with the honey pie in my hand.
The next day, I went to the park with father. Irene wearing her customary blue jeans and tinted aviators with her basset-hound was there, too.
Since then, our appointments repeated every week-end during thirteen years - till we, at last, got married.
Let it be!

[General]

Интересно, вот эти, к примеру, не слышал:
motor trade.
That day I woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head
Это из какого альбома?

[Мими]

Именно того, который вы составили из отдельных букв. Это не названия песен, а цитаты из них.
Вот одна:

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins,
Silently closing her bedroom door,
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more,
She goes downstairs
To the kitchen clutching her handkerchief,
Quietly turning the backdoor key,
Stepping outside she is free.

She (We gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (We gave her everything money could buy),
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years.

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing-gown,
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs,
She breaks down
And cries to her husband, "Daddy, our baby's gone!
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly,
How could she do this to me?"

She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years.

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made,
Meeting a man from the motor trade.

She (What did we do that was wrong?)
Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years.

She's leaving home. Bye-bye.

А вот другая:

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head,
Found my way downstairs
And drank a cup,
And looking up
I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
Made the bus in seconds flat.
Found my way upstairs
And had a smoke,
And somebody spoke,
And I went into a dream.