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I looked out of the window again and then back to the clock. ‘Typical Helen!’ I thought to myself, wondering what excuse she would try this time. We had had this arrangement for a year now. We took it in turns to drive to work, stopping along the way to pick the other up. It saved petrol and was better for the environment, which was something that Helen claimed to care about, although I had seen her empty ashtray out of the car window more than once. For me, the main advantage was the stress reduction. If I could avoid battling the city centre traffic a few days a week, I’d put up with any amount of meaningless gossip along the way.A car horn sounded and I looked up to see Helen waving from her car window and pointing at her watch as if to say, ‘Hurry up’. I’d deliberately sat down out of view and counted to thirty before picking up my jacket and bag and heading towards the car, locking the front door behind me.‘Sorry, Vanessa!’ Helen called. ‘Justin just wouldn’t get ready for school this morning.’ If Helen’s excuses were to be believed, then Justin was the most difficult child imaginable. He also seemed to be the unluckiest, having suffered from half a dozen different minor illnesses in the last month alone. It was strange that he never seemed to have any problems on mornings when it was my turn to drive.‘Never mind’, I replied, fastening a seat belt. ‘We should be okay’. Helen set off and we joined the rush hour traffic‘Did you read the report?’ she asked me after a minute and nodded. ‘What did you think?’ I had been expecting the question, but still I hesitated for a moment. I couldn’t say what I really thought, which was that Helen would be lucky to keep her job because the report was very critical of her department. Helen glanced at me.‘I know’, she said. It’s bad, isn’t it? I knew that Peterson was out to get me.’Carl Peterson was the area manager. The report was the result of a month-long study of the company and we had all been asked to read it over the weekend. I understood why Helen didn’t get on with him. Both were determined to get to the top in the company. The difference was that where Helen had no idea how to deal with other people and spent her time finding ways of avoiding blame, Carl was a talented manager.I’m sure that’s not the case, I said. ‘He’s just doing his job.’ Helen’s lips tightened.‘Hmmm,’ she said. After a moment, she continued. ‘Look. I know I’m not perfect, but it’s not my fault. I......’Just at the moment, a young child on a bicycle pulled out into the road in front of us. I shouted ‘Look out!’ and Helen slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel quickly. There was a crunch of metal as we hit the back of the car in front, which had stopped at the traffic lights. The boy glanced over his shoulder before quickly pedaling off. Stream began to rise from under the bonnet. Helen hit the steering wheel in anger and frustration.‘You okay?’ I asked.‘Yes, fine,’ she replied, and then I saw her expression change from anger to shock and she let her head fall forward onto the wheel. I followed where she had been looking and saw what she had seen. The driver of the other car had got out and was standing by car, looking at us with a fixed expression. It was Carl Peterson.

Результаты (узбекский) 1:

Men qaytib soat yana, keyin derazadan tashqariga qaradi. "Odatda Helen! Men, o'zimga deb o'yladi u, bu vaqt harakat qilaman kechirasiz nima hayron. Biz endi bir yil davomida bu tartibni edi. Biz boshqa Pick Up uchun yo'lda to'xtatish, ishga haydovchi aylanadigan oldi. Bu benzin najot va yaxshi Helen Men yana bir marta ortiq avtomobil oynasi uning bo'sh kuldon olib ko'rgan bo'lsa-da, haqida g'amxo'rlik da'vo deb biror narsa edi muhit uchun edi. Men uchun, asosiy afzalligi stress kamaytirish edi. Men bir hafta, shahar tashishda bir necha kun kurashayotgan oldini mumkin bo'lsa, men yo'lda ma'nosiz mish-mishlarning hech qanday miqdorda bilan qo'yish edim.
A Car shox yangradi va men Helen uning avtomobil derazadan silkitib va uni aytish bo'lsa, «Shoshiling" sifatida tomosha ko'rsatib ko'rish uchun qaradi. Men ataylab nuqtai chiqib o'tirdi va mening ko'ylagi va sumkachasini olib, avtomobil tomon, orqamdan old eshikni qulflash oldin o'ttiz sanab edim.
"Kechirasiz, Vanessa! Helen chaqirdi. "Jastin faqat bu ertalab maktabga tayyor olish emas edi. Helen ning bahona iymon uchun bo'lsa edi, u holda Jastin eng qiyin bola tasavvur edi. U, shuningdek, unluckiest tuyulardi yolg'iz o'tgan oy yarim o'nlab turli kichik kasalliklardan duchor bo'lganlaridan. Bu u haydovchi mening burilish bo'ldi ertalab hech qanday muammolar bor tuyulardi hech qachon begona edi.
"Hechqisi yo'q, men xavfsizlik kamarlaridan kuchli tezlashtirish, deb javob berdi. «Biz okay bo'lishi kerak. Helen yo'lga va biz Rush hour transport qo'shildi
«Agar hisobot o'qiganmisan?" u bir daqiqadan keyin so'radi va bosh irg'adi. "Siz nima deb o'ylaysiz?" Men savol kutgan edi, lekin hali ham men bir lahza ikkilandi. Men, albatta, xabar uning bo'limi juda muhim edi, chunki Helen uning ish tutish omadli bo'lishini bo'lgan, deb o'yladi, nima deb olmadi. Helen menga qaradi.
«Men bilaman», dedi u. Bu, yomon emas-ku? Men Peterson menga olish uchun tashqariga ekanini bilardi.
Carl Peterson maydoni menejeri edi. Hisobot kompaniya bir oy-uzoq o'rganish natijasi bo'ldi va biz barcha hafta davomida uni o'qish uchun talab qilingan edi. Helen u bilan olish emas, nega men tushundim. Har ikki kompaniya yuqori olish aniqlandi. Farq Helen qanday boshqa odamlar bilan shug'ullanish uchun hech qanday fikr bor edi va javobgarlikdan qochishga yo'llarini topish, uning vaqt sarf qaerda, Karl iste'dodli menejeri edi.
Men ishi emas, deb ishonch emasman, dedim. «U faqat o'z ishini bajarishdir." Helen ning lablarini tishladi.
"Hmmm," deydi u. Bir zum o'tgach, u davom etdi. "Qaranglar. Men mukammal emasman bilaman, lekin u mening aybim emas. Men ...... "
Faqat paytda, velosipedda bir yosh bola oldimizda yo'l kirib chiqardi. Men: «chiqib qara!» Deb qichqirdi va Helen tormoz yopdi va tez g'ildirakni o'girdi. Biz svetoforlar da to'xtadi oldida avtomobil orqa, urdi, deb metall siqilish bor edi. Bola tez off pedaling oldin uning yelkasiga qo'ydi. Oqim kaput ostida ko'tarila boshladi. Helen g'azab va alam bilan Rulda bosing.
'Siz yaxshisiz?' Men so'radim.
«Ha, yaxshi, u javob berdi, keyin men zarba g'azabidan uning ifoda o'zgarishlarni ko'rdim va u boshini g'ildirak ustiga oldinga tushib qilaylik. u qarab, u ko'rgan narsani ko'rdim edi qaerda men ergashdi. Boshqa avtomobil haydovchisi chiqib edi va bir qattiq so'z bilan bizga qarab, avtomobil turgan edi. Bu Karl Peterson edi.