Things weren't working out quite as

Things weren't working out quite as Lazlo had expected. He'd been in London for six months now and all his early optimism had almost disappeared. None of the galleries were interested in his paintings and he was tired of carrying die same pictures from one buyer to the next. The response was always the same: a shake of the head, some comment about portraits not being fashionable these days and a suggestion to try somewhere else, usually somewhere he had already tried. He was beginning to lose hope and was thinking of going back home. It would be difficult, and he would have to face his parents saying 'I told you so', but at least he could find a steady job.
He was sitting on a bench in a park one day considering this when he noticed a newspaper beside him. He glanced at it and the word 'artist" caught his eye. He picked the paper up and read more closely. It was a job advertisement. An advertising company was looking for a portrait artist to w7ork on a new advertising campaign. Lazlo ripped the advertisement out of the paper and started to look for a public phone. 'I won't be able to choose my subjects,' Lazlo thought to himself, 'but at least I'll be able to pay the rent, and that's a bit more important right now.' He spotted a phone, put a few coins in and dialed. After a few moments, a female voice answered. Lazlo explained who he was and that he was applying for the job. They arranged for him to go to their office the next day with some of his work. He went home excited and nervous.
That night, he chose three paintings from the dozens in his flat that he thought showed what he was capable of. He selected a self-portrait he had done a few years before; he thought it showed a thoughtful side to his work. He also chose a portrait of an old man that he had met in a cafe. It was simple but clear, and Lazlo thought that maybe mat was the style they would want for an advertising campaign. The third one was a painting of his mother. It had always seemed to him that that picture captured a lot of feeling that was difficult to put into words. A lot of people thought it was the best portrait he had ever done, and Lazlo knew that if anything was going to impress them, that painting would.
The next morning, he woke early and got ready. He rolled the pictures up, placed them in a large tube so that they wouldn't get damaged and set off towards the bus stop. There was a lot of traffic, but he arrived on time. When he got to the office, he saw mat another four people were waiting, each with a large tube of paintings just like his. The secretary asked him to take a seat.
Lazlo sat and waited for his name to be called. He knew that a lot depended on the next half an hour or so. With a job, he could begin to sort out his life, maybe doing his art in his spare time. He knew he would never completely give up on his dream, but he had also come to realize that he had to live in the real world, and talent doesn't pay bills. Without a job, he wouldn't survive the month; he had just about enough for the ticket home. The secretary picked up the phone and had a short, quiet conversation. She turned to Lazlo. 'You can go in now,' she said, smiling.

Результаты (русский) 1:

Вещи были не работает совсем, как ожидали Lazlo. Он был в Лондоне в течение шести месяцев теперь, и все его ранних оптимизм почти исчезли. Ни одна из галерей были заинтересованы в его картинах, и он устал от проведения умирают же картинки от одного покупателя к следующему. Ответ был всегда тот же: пожать голову, некоторые комментарии о портреты, не будучи модным в эти дни и предложение попробовать где-нибудь еще, обычно где-то он уже пробовал. Он был начинают терять надежду и думал о идти обратно домой. Было бы трудно, и он будет вынужден сталкиваться его родителей, которые говорят «Я сказал вам это», но по крайней мере, он мог найти постоянную работу.Он сидел на скамейке в парке в один день, считая это, когда он заметил газету рядом с ним. Он взглянул на него и слово «художник» привлекло его внимание. Он взял бумаги и более внимательно. Это был объявления. Рекламная компания ищет Портрет художника к w7ork на новой рекламной кампании. Lazlo разорвал рекламы из бумаги и начал искать общественного телефона. «Я не смогу выбрать моих подданных,» Лазло подумал, «но по крайней мере, я буду в состоянии платить арендную плату, и это немного более важно прямо сейчас.» Он запятнал Телефон, положить несколько монет в и набрали. Через несколько мгновений женский голос ответил. Lazlo объяснил, кто он и что он применяют для работы. Они организовал для него идти в их офис на следующий день с некоторыми из его работы. Он пошел домой возбужденных и нервной.That night, he chose three paintings from the dozens in his flat that he thought showed what he was capable of. He selected a self-portrait he had done a few years before; he thought it showed a thoughtful side to his work. He also chose a portrait of an old man that he had met in a cafe. It was simple but clear, and Lazlo thought that maybe mat was the style they would want for an advertising campaign. The third one was a painting of his mother. It had always seemed to him that that picture captured a lot of feeling that was difficult to put into words. A lot of people thought it was the best portrait he had ever done, and Lazlo knew that if anything was going to impress them, that painting would.The next morning, he woke early and got ready. He rolled the pictures up, placed them in a large tube so that they wouldn't get damaged and set off towards the bus stop. There was a lot of traffic, but he arrived on time. When he got to the office, he saw mat another four people were waiting, each with a large tube of paintings just like his. The secretary asked him to take a seat.Lazlo sat and waited for his name to be called. He knew that a lot depended on the next half an hour or so. With a job, he could begin to sort out his life, maybe doing his art in his spare time. He knew he would never completely give up on his dream, but he had also come to realize that he had to live in the real world, and talent doesn't pay bills. Without a job, he wouldn't survive the month; he had just about enough for the ticket home. The secretary picked up the phone and had a short, quiet conversation. She turned to Lazlo. 'You can go in now,' she said, smiling.

Результаты (русский) 3:

вещи не клеились так лазло ожидал.он был в лондоне уже полгода, и все его ранний оптимизм почти исчезли.ни в одной из галерей были заинтересованы в его картины, и он устал нести смерть же картинки из одного покупателя к следующей.ответ всегда был один и тот же: коктейль из головы,некоторые замечания по поводу портреты не модным в эти дни, и предложение попробовать где - нибудь еще, как правило, где - то он уже пытался.он начал терять надежду и думал вернуться домой.это будет трудно, и он мог бы встретиться с его родителями, сказав: "я тебе говорил", но, по крайней мере, он мог бы найти постоянную работу.
он сидел на лавочке в парке в один день, учитывая это, когда он заметил газете рядом с ним.он посмотрел на это и слово "художник" поймал его глаз.он выбрал этот документ и больше читать внимательно.это объявление.рекламная компания искала портрет художника w7ork по новой рекламной кампании.