Unit 18PLEDGER’S WAY HOME(from The

Unit 18
PLEDGER’S WAY HOME
(from The Great Midland by A. Saxton)
Pledger gave part of his pay for a ticket to Chicago. Through the long night he lay asleep, with his head against the arm of his seat, thinking how it would be when he stepped down from the train and Sarah came towards him along the platform. The cold of the winter night came through the windows. Pledger wrapped himself up in his coat.
Towards morning the train stopped in an Indian town. He woke up and got down to the platform, where he began to walk up and down. He felt cold. He walked fast across the street from the station for a cup of coffee. A few people were in the restaurant eating breakfast and Pledger felt the American smell of coffee and toast and bacon. Smiling happily, he sat down at the counter and took the menu.
The counterman was standing over him, young, white and self-important.
“What do you want here?”
“Coffee and fried eggs”, Pledger said calmly.
“We do not serve coloured here”.
Pledger looked at the man attentively for a moment before he understood. Getting up from the chair, Pledger lifted his brown hands in the air. Then he let them fall. He was making an effort to control himself. He saw the other people in the restaurant watching him with expressionless faces. The door closed behind him. He was no longer hungry and now he did not even feel angry. He crossed the street and walked down to the end of the train.
He felt empty and bitter and hurt because of what had been done to him. For a moment he remembered that a Marshal of France had pinned to the flag of his regiment the Cross of War, he remembered the French girls who had kissed the Negro soldiers and cried over them, and the Mayor of New York standing with his hat in his hands. But now he was waking up; it seemed that the people who had been his friends had gone. He found himself alone in the winter daylight, among the snow-covered fields.
He got on the train and took his set. He sat deep in thought through the long hours as the train ran towards Chicago.

Результаты (узбекский) 1:

Birligi 18
PLEDGER yo'lida UY
(A. Saxton tomonidan Buyuk Midland dan)
Pledger Chikago yo'llanmasi uchun uning haq to'lanadigan qismini berdi. Uzoq kechasi bilan u pastga poezddan qadam va Sarah platforma bo'ylab unga tomon kelganida bo'lardi qanday fikr, uning o'rindiqning qo'li qarshi boshini, uxlab yotardi. Qish kechasi sovuq derazadan keldi. Pledger paltosi o'zini o'ralgan.
Poezd Hindiston shahrida to'xtab ertalab sari. U uyg'onib va u pastga yurib va boshladi platforma, pastga bor. U sovuq his qildi. U, bir chashka qahva uchun stansiyadan ko'cha bo'ylab tez yura boshladi. Bir necha kishi restoran ovqat nonushta edi va Pledger qahva va non va cho'chqa Amerika hidi his qildi. Baxtli jilmayib, u peshtaxta o'tirdi va. Menyusi oldi
sotuvchi uning ustiga turgan, yosh, oq va o'z-o'zini muhim.
"Bu erda nima istaysiz?»
», Pledger xotirjam dedi." Qahva va qovurilgan tuxum
"Biz "Bu erda rangli xizmat yo'q.
u tushunib oldin Pledger bir lahza diqqat odamga qaradi. Kafedra o'rnidan olish, Pledger havoda uning jigarrang qo'lini ko'tardi. So'ng ularni tushirib yuborishdi. U o'zini nazorat qilish uchun harakat qilayotgan edi. U, beziyo yuzlari bilan uni kuzatib restoranda boshqa odamlarni ko'rdim. Eshik uning orqasidan yopildi. U endi och edi va endi u ham g'azablangan his qilmadi. U ko'chani kesib va poezd oxirida pastga yurar.
U bo'sh va achchiq va, chunki unga qilingan edi nima zarar his qildi. Bir lahza u Fransiya bir Marshal urushi Cross, u habash askarlari o'pdi va ular ustidan qichqirishdi frantsuz qiz esladim, uning polk bayrog'iga qadab esladilar va Nyu-York meri bilan shlyapasini bilan turgan uning qo'llari. Lekin hozir u uyg'onish edi; uning do'stlari edi, odamlar ketdi, deb tuyulardi. U qorli sohalarda orasida, qish kunduzi o'zi yolg'iz o'tirgan ekan.
U poezdda bor va uning majmuini oldi. Poezd Chikago tomon yugurib, u uzoq soat orqali fikr chuqur o'tirdi.