He came into the room to shut the w

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked slowly as though it ached to move. "What's the matter, Schatz?"
"I've got a headache."
"You'd better go back to bed."
"No, I'm all right."
"You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed."
But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his forehead I knew he had a fever.
"You go up to bed," I said, "you're sick."
"I'm all right," he said.
When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"One hundred and two."
Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever, another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.
Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of the time to give the various capsules.
"Do you want me to read to you?"
"All right, if you want to," said the boy. His face was very white and there were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in the bed and seemed very detached from what was going on.
I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates, but I could see he was not following what I was reading.
"How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him.
"Just the same, so far," he said.
I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely.
"Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine."
"I'd rather stay awake."
After a while he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you."
"It doesn't bother me."
"No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you."
I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out for a while.
It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek.
At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room.
"You can't come in," he said. "You mustn't get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.
I took his temperature.
"What is it?"
"Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths.
"It was a hundred and two," he said.
"Who said so?"
"The doctor."
"Your temperature is all right," I said. "It's nothing to worry about."
"I don't worry," he said, "but I can't keep from thinking."
"Don't think," I said. "Just take it easy."
"I'm taking it easy," he said and looked worried about something.
"Take this with water."
"Do you think it will do any good?"
"Of course, it will,"
I sat down and opened the Pirate Book and commenced to read but I could see he was not following, so I stopped.
"About what time do you think I'm going to die?" he asked.
"What?"
"About how long will it be before I die?"
"You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you?"
"Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two."
"People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk!"
"I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two."
He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.
"You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz, it's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's a diflerent thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," I said. "It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?"
"Oh," he said.
But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

Результаты (русский) 1:

Он пришел в комнату, чтобы закрыть окна, в то время как мы были еще в постели, и я увидел, что он выглядел больным. Он бил озноб, его лицо было белым, и он шел медленно, как будто оно болело двигаться. «Что такое дело, Шац»?«У меня болит голова».«Вы бы лучше вернуться к кровати.»«Нет, я все в порядке.»«Вы идете спать. Я буду видеть вас когда я одет.»Но когда я пришел на первом этаже он был одет, сидя у камина, глядя очень болен и несчастный мальчик девять лет. Когда я положил руку на лбу я знал, что он имел лихорадку.«Вы идете вверх в постель», я сказал, «ты болен».«Я все в порядке»,-сказал он.Когда доктор пришел он взял мальчика температуры.«Что это?» Я спросил его.«Сто два.»На первом этаже доктор оставил три различных лекарственных средств в различные цветные капсулы с инструкциями для придания им. Один был принести вниз лихорадки, другой слабительного, третий преодолеть условие кислоты. Микробы гриппа может существовать только в состоянии кислоты,-пояснил он. Он, казалось бы знать все о гриппа и сказал, что там было нечего беспокоиться, если лихорадка не пошел выше сто четыре градуса. Это был легкий эпидемии гриппа и нет никакой опасности, если вам избежать пневмонии.Возвращаемся в комнату я написал мальчика температуры и сделал к сведению время, чтобы дать различные капсулы.«Вы хотите, я читать вам?»«Все правильно, если вы хотите,» сказал мальчик. Его лицо было очень белый, и там были темные области под глазами. Он лежал в кровати и казалось очень отсоединенной от происходящего.I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates, but I could see he was not following what I was reading."How do you feel, Schatz?" I asked him."Just the same, so far," he said.I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep, but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very strangely."Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine.""I'd rather stay awake."After a while he said to me, "You don't have to stay in here with me, Papa, if it bothers you.""It doesn't bother me.""No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you."I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the prescribed capsules at eleven o'clock I went out for a while.It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek.At the house they said the boy had refused to let any one come into the room."You can't come in," he said. "You mustn't get what I have." I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white-faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as he had stared, at the foot of the bed.I took his temperature."What is it?""Something like a hundred," I said. It was one hundred and two and four tenths."It was a hundred and two," he said."Who said so?""The doctor.""Your temperature is all right," I said. "It's nothing to worry about.""I don't worry," he said, "but I can't keep from thinking.""Don't think," I said. "Just take it easy.""I'm taking it easy," he said and looked worried about something."Take this with water.""Do you think it will do any good?""Of course, it will,"I sat down and opened the Pirate Book and commenced to read but I could see he was not following, so I stopped."About what time do you think I'm going to die?" he asked."What?""About how long will it be before I die?""You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you?""Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two.""People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to talk!""I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two."He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning."You poor Schatz," I said. "Poor old Schatz, it's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's a diflerent thermometer. On that thermometer thirty-seven is normal. On this kind it's ninety-eight.""Are you sure?""Absolutely," I said. "It's like miles and kilometers. You know, like how many kilometers we make when we do seventy miles in the car?""Oh," he said.But his gaze at the foot of the bed relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day it was very slack and he cried very easily at little things that were of no importance.

Результаты (русский) 3:

он вошёл в комнату, чтобы закрыть окна, когда мы еще были в кровати, и я видел, как он выглядел больным.он дрожит, его лицо было белым, и он шел медленно, как будто он заболело двигаться ".в чём дело, шац? "
"у меня болит голова."
", вам лучше вернуться в постель.": "нет, я в порядке."
"иди спать.увидимся, когда я одет. "", но, когда я спустился вниз, он был одет, сидя у костра,выглядит очень больной и несчастный мальчик девяти лет.когда я положил свою руку на лоб, я знал, что он был жар.
"ты идешь спать, я сказал," ты больной. ":" я в порядке ", - сказал он. -
, когда врач пришел он забрал мальчика температуры.
" что это? "я попросил его.
"сто".
внизу,доктор ушел три разных лекарства в разноцветных капсул с инструкциями для предоставления им.один был сбить жар, другой слабительными, третий по преодолению кислоты.микробы гриппа могут существовать только в кислоту, условие, - пояснил он.он, похоже, знает все о гриппе и сказал, что не о чем беспокоиться, если температура не выше ста четырех градусов.это был свет эпидемией гриппа и не существует никакой опасности, если ты не пневмония.
обратно в комнату, я написал мальчик температуры и записал время дать различным капсулы.
"хочешь, я почитаю тебе?"
"хорошо, если ты хочешь,"сказал, что мальчик.лицо его было очень белый, и там были тёмные под глазами.он лежал в кровати и, казалось, еще очень оторванными от того, что происходило.
я читать вслух говард куча книга пиратов, но я вижу, он не после того, что я читал.
", как ты себя чувствуешь, шац?"я попросил его.
"так же до сих пор", - сказал он. -
я сидела у кровати и читал сам, пока я ждал его на время, чтобы дать другой капсулу.было бы естественно для его спать, но когда я посмотрел, он смотрел на ногах кровати, выглядит очень странно.
"почему бы вам не попробовать спать?я буду тебя разбудил для медицины ".
", я бы предпочел остаться в сознании ".
через какое - то время он сказал мне:"ты не должен оставаться здесь, со мной, папа, если вас это беспокоит.": "это не беспокоит меня." "," нет, я имею в виду, ты не должна остаться, если это будет беспокоить тебя. "" я подумал, что возможно, он прозрел и после предоставления ему установленные в капсулах в 11 часов я вышел ненадолго.
было ярким, холодный день,