"Когда кончается сказка" на английском

Правда, пока только маленький кусочек первой главы, но все же... Так удивительно видеть свою историю, переведенную на другой язык! 🥰 

Еще более удивительно - именно эту историю... Спасибо Елене Райской за внимание к ней, это настоящее волшебство! Знаю, среди моих читателей много тех, кто свободно читает на английском, ваши отзывы будут нам особенно приятны

В день своего тридцатилетия я ожидала чего-то необыкновенного и прекрасного. Совершеннолетие для любой девушки особенный праздник, а для эльфийки - втройне! Свобода передвижения, общения, учеба...
Я ждала настоящей сказки, а получила - разрушенный дом, ворох семейных тайн и загадочного спутника в придачу!
Что ж, с необыкновенным у судьбы проблем не возникло, а вот прекрасное она мне явно задолжала. Не проблема, разберемся. Тем более, что мой странный компаньон, кажется, заинтересован в этом не меньше моего... Интересно, почему?

When the Fairy Tale Ends

Chapter 1

What could be more disgusting than icy rain in the middle of spring? These human lands are just terrible!

What could be more disgusting than icy rain in the middle of spring? This world is simply dreadful!

But, honestly, I knew there were many things worse than this. It’s just that nasty weather, which luckily kept me from focusing on them. Otherwise, I’d probably have gone absolutely crazy…

Meanwhile, my waterproof cloak barely protected me from the slushy downpour. The sharp, gusting wind, of course, still tried to toss wet clumps into my face, if not over my shoulder, then straight into my eyes. But the man riding beside me, clad in a leather jacket, already wore a cloak of his own. It was he who I had taken my cloak from, when, in a reckless act of gallantry, he offered to warm me.

He probably meant to turn onto the nearest permanent manor, but I still had some distance to go. So, learning from others’ mistakes, I wasn’t about to show mercy and return his clothing. The man, clearly regretting his altruistic impulse, shivered even more from the cold, but sat silently, grim-faced.

***

On my thirtieth birthday, I expected something extraordinary. For an elf girl, this was the age when she could finally start living her adult life: attending court, continuing her education, or mingling with the opposite sex.

I, of course, didn’t quite fit the classic ideal, but I still wanted a proper celebration with an "adult" hairstyle, a long gown, flowers everywhere, and enchanted glances. Our household often hosted receptions with dancing and proper balls. My parents weren’t the strictest supporters of ancient traditions, and our home was always filled with guests, festivities, and entertainment.

But this day was supposed to be special. The day when, by tradition, I’d receive a set of rules and duties fitting a young elf lady of my status. Naturally, there were many responsibilities, but I had no choice but to accept them. Born a noble elf I was expected to live up to it.

My contemplations were interrupted by a little fiery-haired whirlwind who burst into the room without knocking:

"Lady Iliara, here’s your dress! Come on, let’s go. Everyone’s already downstairs, waiting just for you!" the half-blood Alaris chattered nonstop, laying out the dress on my bed and instantly rushing to the vanity.

"They’ll wait a little longer, " I said uncertainly, giving a small smirk . "after all, it’s my celebration."

"Iliara," Alaris leaned against the door frame, giving me a sidelong look with her amber eyes. "I’ve known you for twenty years, and you won’t fool me. Are you afraid?"

" What?!" I looked away, realizing that my friend was right.

I was lying to myself. That faint premonition, the elusive feeling that something was wrong, had been gnawing at me since the morning. Nothing more than silly nerves…

Ну и, конечно, по такому случаю скидка на "Сказку" на русском