One day in a London slum. Один день в трущобах Лондона
Шрифт:
Brandon and Robert sat on the grass on a small hill in the park, chatted and watched the high school athlete from Haggerston school. It was his second race, and this time he had to do a “triple front flip” on the springboard, which was highly spectacular and extremely dangerous: often in such cases the rider does not survive, even more often his bike does not survive – it is no joke to land from such a height onto the front wheel during a rapid rotation. But this is the sport. When the rider rapidly accelerated before the trick, the friends froze in anticipation, everyone’s adrenaline level rose – the athletes, the spectators in the stands, and the two spectators watching from behind the bushes. Brandon had never watched a dangerous stunt before: first he experienced a pain in his right ear, then an unknown force lifted him over the lawn and swivelled him around. He gasped in pain, but he could do nothing. He did not understand how he was face to face with Mrs Jane Keely, his teacher. Of course, she could guess where the students would be skipping classes at this time. Mrs Keeley stopped holding Brandon’s ear when she saw the fright of recognition in the boy’s eyes.
Брэндон
‘Brandon Palmer!’ Mrs Keely said clearly and loudly, as if issuing the final verdict, ‘I knew that you would not be stopped by my warnings! Oh, is it you, Robert? Still just loitering around?’
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