Перевести , не как в переводчике , более правдиво так скажем )) много my grans name is edwina blackadder. i think she is probably pretty old as she is going bald and her legs are thin as sticks though the rest of her is quite fat. her house is in station road, near the railway. you dont notice the trains much in the daytime ,but at night they shake the doors and rattle things in the cupboards. mum says it would drive her mad living there , she would never get a wink of sleep , but gran likes railway . she says its company . . with our mother , there were eight of us in that cottage , using rooms on its three large floors. there was the very big white attic where the girls used to sleep. on the floor below , mother and alice shared one bedroom ; jack,harold,and i had the other. but the house had been so often changed , since its building, that it was almost impossible to get to ones room without first passing through someone elses . so each night there was a procession of half-seen figures going sleepily to bed , until the last candle was blown out./ " and thats final , stephanie ! " the words echoed in stevie lakes ear long after her mother had closed her bedroom door. she knew her mother meant what she had said . when mrs lakes mind was made up , she was as stubborn as her daughter . stevie flopped onto her bed. "i hate it when she calls me stephanie ", she murmured. her cat ,madonna, settled down at the foot of the bed. absent-mindedly stevie stroked the cat . she had some serious thinking to do. her parents had told her that if she didnt improve her grades , she wasnt going on the horseback riding camp-out next month. ddd/ i don't think my mums fit to be a parent ,really i don't. every morning its the same , every single morning. im standing by the front door with my coat on ready to go. school starts at nine and its already eight-forty or even later , and she is not ready . she not even nearly ready . sometimes she isn't even dressed . " come on," i shout up the stairs. "we have to leave now. " "hang on a minute! ". "what are you doing up there". "cant find my shoes." "where did you take them off? " "i thought i look them off in the bathroom." / when i was 11 , my cat died. when i was 12 , my grandfather died. when i was 13, my father died . after that we were always having to move house . there were five of us, four sisters and a brother . i was the second eldest . our mother wrote children's stories to support us and i typed them out . i left school at 16 and worked as a journalist . what i most wanted to do was to live in a little cottage in the woods and grow strawberries and gooseberries. these days i do. // they were not railway children to begin with . i don't suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to zoological gardens , and madame tussauds. they were just ordinary red-brick-fronted villa , with coloured glass in the front door . there were three of them. roberta was the eldest . of course , mother nerer have favourites , but if their mother had had a favourite , it might have been roberta .

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