ALan Wake - âñå ðóêîïèñè

Ãëàâà 1: Êîøìàð.

Òåìíàÿ Ñóùíîñòü íå ñïèò. Äîëãîå âðåìÿ Òåìíàÿ Ñóùíîñòü ñïàëà; îíà áûëà ñëèøêîì ñëàáîé, âñåãî ëèøü ïîëóçàáûòûì êîøìàðîì, íåÿñíûì ñèëóýòîì, ÷òî ìåëüêàåò íî÷üþ â ëåñó, çàìåòíûé êðàåì ãëàçà, íå äîñòàòî÷íî ðåàëüíîé, ÷òîáû ñóùåñòâîâàòü ïî-íàñòîÿùåìó, íî äîñòàòî÷íî îñîçíàþùåé ñåáÿ, ÷òîáû íå ðàññåÿòüñÿ âîâñå. À òåïåðü îíà ïðîáóæäàëàñü è ÷óâñòâîâàëà ïðèñóòñòâèå ïèñàòåëÿ, êàê ïàóê â ñâîåì ëîãîâå ÷óâñòâóåò äðîæàíèå ïàóòèíû, â êîòîðîé áüåòñÿ óãîäèâøàÿ â íåå ìóõà. Îíà óæå çíàëà, ÷òî îí çäåñü, è çíàëà, êàê åãî èñïîëüçîâàòü. Åé áûë íóæåí ëèøü íåáîëüøîé ñòèìóë.
Ïåñ Òîáè. Òîáè óçíàë ýòîò çàïàõ: ýòî áûë òîò äîáðûé ÷åëîâåê, êîòîðûé âñåãäà óãîùàë âêóñíåíüêèì è íèêîãäà íå óñòàâàë èãðàòü ñ íèì. Òîáè çàâèëÿë õâîñòîì â ðàäîñíîì îæèäàíèè è âåñåëî çàëàÿë. À ïîòîì ïîÿâèëñÿ äðóãîé çàïàõ-íåïðàâèëüíûé çàïàõ-òàêîé ÷óæîé, ÷òî Òîáè îñòàíîâèëñÿ â çàìåøàòåëüñòâå è ãëóõî çàðû÷àë. Íåïðàâåëüíûé çàïàõ øåë îò äîáðîãî ÷åëîâåêà. Ñëåïîé æèâîòíûé óæàñ ñêîâàë ñîáà÷èé ìîçã çà ñåêóíäó äî óäàðà òîïîðîì.
Ïîêëîííèöà Ðîóç. Áàððè îòïèë åùå áîæåñòâåííîãî êîôå. Îí óëûáíóëñÿ Ðîóç. Î÷åâèäíî ýòî áûëà ëþáîâü. Ðîóç áîëòàëà áåç óñòàëè: "Ñåëäóþùàÿ áóäåò íàñòîÿùèì ùåäåâðîì, ÿ óâåðåíà! Ñêàæèòå åìó, ÷òîáû íå ñëóøàë íåäîóìêîâ, êîòîðûå òâåðäÿò íà ôîðóìàõ, áóäòî "Óõîä" íèêîãäà íå óâèäåò ñâåò. Ãëàâíîå, ïóñòü íå òîðîïèòñÿ, è äîâåäåò åå äî ñîâåðøåíñòâà. ß ïîäîæäó."

Ãëàâà 2: Îäåðæèìûå

Óýéí ñäàåòñÿ Òåìíîé Ñóùíîñòè. Òåìíàÿ Ñóùíîñòü êîñíóëàñü äåâóøêè, ÷òîáû çàìàíèòü ïèñàòåëÿ â ëîâóøêó. Òåïåðü áûëà íî÷ü, è îí ëåæàë, áåñïîìîùíûé, îäóðìàíåííûé, îñâåùàåìûé òîëüêî îòáëåñêàìè ïîìåõ ñ ýêðàíà òåëåâèçîðà. Òåíè ñãóùàëèñü â êîìíàòå, êîãäà Òåìíàÿ Ñóùíîñòü íàêëîíèëàñü ê ïèñàòåëþ, ãîòîâàÿ âíîâü êîñíóòüñÿ åãî: "Çà ðàáîòó, ïàðåíü".

Ãëàâà 3: Âûêóï

Óýéê è "Íî÷íûå Êëþ÷è". Äàæå òåïåðü, êîãäà ïðîøëî ñòîëüêî âðåìåíè, ìóçûêàëüíàÿ òåìà "Íî÷íûõ Êëþ÷åé" âûçûâàëà ó ìåíÿ âñïûøêó ïðîòèâîðå÷èâûõ ÷óâñòâ. Ýòî áûëà ìîÿ ïåðâàÿ ðàáîòà ñöåíàðèñòà. Áàððè çíàë îäíîãî ïàðíÿ, êîòîðûé çíàë äðóãîãî ïàðíÿ,-è âäðóã ÿ îêàçàëñÿ ïðèãëàøåííûì àâòîðîì òåëåøîó. ß âñåãäà ñòûäèëñÿ ýòîé ðàáîòû, ÷óâñòâîâàë, ÷òî ýòî õàëòóðà. ß õîòåë çàíèìàòüñÿ òâîð÷åñêèì òðóäîì, ïèñàòü ðîìàíû. Êàê ÿ áûë òîãäà íàèâåí. Íåìàëî âðåìåíè ïðîøëî, ïðåæåäå ÷åì ÿ íàó÷èëñÿ ãîðäèòüñÿ ñâîèì òðóäîì.
Îñìîòð: Äîê, Áàððè è Ðîóç. Äîê ðóõíóë íà ñèäåíüå. Îí òîëüêî ÷òî îñìîòðåë Áàððè è Ðîóç. Áàððè óæå ïðèõîäèë â ñåáÿ, à âîò ñ Ðîóç áûëà äðóãàÿ èñòàðèÿ. Îíà íå òåðÿëà ñîçíàíèÿ, íî áûëà ãäå-òî íå çäåñü, ïî÷òè â áðåäó è ÿâíî íå â ñåáå. "Òðîíóëàñü", òàê ãîâîðèëè ðàíüøå. Äîê íå âïåðâûé ðàç âèäåë ïàöèåíòà â òàêîì ñîñòîÿíèè. Íî ïðåäûäóùèé ñëó÷àé áûë áîëüøå òðèäöàòè ëåò íàçàä. Äîê íàëèë ñåáå âûïèòü. Îí âñå ïåðåêðàñíî ïîìíèë.
Óýéê ÷èòàåò ñòðàíèöó. ß ïîäíåñ ñòðàíèöó ê ãëàçàì è ïðî÷åë. Òàì áûëî íàïèñàíî, ÷òî ÿ ïîäíåñ ñòðàíèöó ê ãëàçàì è ïðî÷åë. Òàì áûëî íàïèñàíî, ÷òî ÿ ïîäíåñ ñòðàíèöó ê ãëàçàì è ïðî÷åë. Òàì áûëî íàïèñàíî, ÷òî ÿ ïîäíåñ ñòðàíèöó ê ãëàçàì è ïðî÷åë. Òàì áûëî íàïèñàíî, ÷òî ÿ ïîäíåñ ñòðàíèöó ê ãëàçàì è ïðî÷åë.

Ãëàâà 4: Ïðàâäà

Ïðîïàâøàÿ íåäåëÿ Õàðòìàíà. Õàðòìàí íèêîãäà åùå òàê íå âîëíîâàëñÿ, êàê â òå÷åíèå íåäåëè ïîñëå òîãî, êàê Ìîòò óõèòðèëàñü ïîòåðÿòü Óýéêîâ. Èõ ìàøèíà ñòîÿëà ó òðîïû, êîòîðàÿ êîãäà-òî âåëà ê îñòðîâó Íûðÿëüùèêà. Õàðòìàí äóìàë î äîìå Òîìàñà Çýéíà, ïîãðóçèâøåìñÿ â ãëóáèíû îçåðà.Óýéê âîò-âîò íà÷íåò ïèñàòü. Èõ íóæíî íàéòè, è êàê ìîæíî ñêîðåå. Åäâà Õàðòìàí óñëûøàë íà ïîëèöåéñêîé âîëíå, ÷òî øåðèô Áðåéêåð çàäåðæàëà Óýéíà, îí ñðàçó ñåë â ìàøèíó è ïîì÷àëñÿ â ãîðîä.

Ãëàâà 5: Ùåëêóí÷èê

 ãëàâå 5 íàõîäÿòñÿ äâà òåêñòà ïåñåí Old Gods of Asgard- âûìûøëåííàÿ ðîê-ãðóïïà, îáðàçîâàííàÿ â 1971 ãîäó áðàòüÿìè Àíäåðñîíàìè. Íà äåëå âñå ïåñíè ãðóïïû ïèñàëèñü è èñïîëíÿëèñü ôèíñêîé ãðóïïîé Poets of the Fall.
Ïåðâàÿ ïåñíÿ:
The Poet And the Muse (Àíãëèéñêàÿ âåðñèÿ)
There's an old tale wrought with mystery,
Of Tom the Poet and his muse
And a magic lake which gave a life
To the words the poet used.
Now, the muse she was his happiness,
And he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the blackened waves.
Till in the stillness of one dawn,
Still in its misty crown
The muse she went down to the lake
And in the waves she drowned.
And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch's cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
That's how you reshape destiny!
The poet came down to the lake
To call out to his dear,
When there was no answer,
He was overcome with fear.
He searched in vain for his treasure lost,
And too soon the night would fall,
Only his own echo would
Wail back at his call.
And when he swore to bring back his love
By stories he'd create,
Nightmares shifted in their sleep
In the darkness of the lake.
And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch's cabin key
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
That's how you reshape destiny!
In the dead of night she came to him
With darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown,
Sweet words as her disguise.
He took her in without a word
For he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence
Deep beneath the lake.
Now, if it's real or just a dream -
One mystery remains,
For it is said, on moonless nights
They may still haunt this place...
And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch's cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night
That's how you reshape destiny!
And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch's cabin key
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night
That's how you reshape destiny!
Ïîýò è Ìóçà (ïåðåâîä)
Åñòü ñòàðîå ñêàçàíèå, ïîêðûòîå òàéíîé,
Î Òîìå Ïîýòå è åãî ìóçå,
È ìàãè÷åñêîì îçåðå, ÷òî äàâàëî æèçíü
Ñëîâàì, ÷òî ðèôìîâàë ïîýò
Ìóçà áûëà åãî ñ÷àñòüåì,
Îí ïèñàë ñòèõè î å¸ êðàñå
È ðàññêàçûâàë åé èñòîðèè î ñîêðîâèùàõ,
Ñêðûòûõ íà äíå ìîðñêîì
Ïîêà â òèøè îäíîãî ðàññâåòà,
 ñâîåé òóìàííîé êîðîíå
Ìóçà íå ïîøëà ê îçåðó
È óòîíóëà â åãî âîëíàõ
È òåïåðü, ÷òîáû óâèäåòü òâîþ ëþáîâü ñâîáîäíîé,
Òåáå ïîíàäîáèòñÿ êëþ÷ îò õèæèíû âåäüìû.
Íàéäè äàìó ñîëíöà, ñîøåäøóþ ñ óìà íî÷üþ,
Ëèøü òàê èçìåíèøü òû ñóäüáó!
Ïîýò ñïóñòèëñÿ ê îçåðó,
×òîáû ïîçâàòü ñâîþ ëþáèìóþ,
È êîãäà îòâåòà íå ïîñëåäîâàëî,
Ñòðàõ îâëàäåë èì
Îí òùåòíî èñêàë ñâîå óòðà÷åííîå ñîêðîâèùå,
È âñêîðå îïóñòèëàñü íî÷ü,
Ëèøü òîëüêî åãî ñîáñòâåííîå ýõî
Îòâå÷àëî íà åãî çîâ
È êîãäà îí ïîêëÿëñÿ âåðíóòü ñâîþ ëþáîâü
Èñòîðèÿìè, ÷òî îí íàïèøåò,
Îí ïîòðåâîæèë ñîí êîøìàðíûõ ñîçäàíèé
Ïîä òåìíîé ãëàäüþ îçåðà
È òåïåðü, ÷òîáû óâèäåòü òâîþ ëþáîâü ñâîáîäíîé,
Òåáå ïîíàäîáèòñÿ êëþ÷ îò õèæèíû âåäüìû.
Íàéäè äàìó ñîëíöà, ñîøåäøóþ ñ óìà íî÷üþ,
Ëèøü òàê èçìåíèøü òû ñóäüáó!
Ãëóáîêîé íî÷üþ îíà ÿâèëàñü åìó,
Ìðàê â å¸ ãëàçàõ,
Îäåòà â òðàóðíîå ïëàòüå,
Ñëàäêèå ñëîâà - å¸ ïðèêðûòèå
Îí ïîíÿë åå áåç ñëîâ,
Èáî îí óâèäåë ñâîþ áîëüøóþ îøèáêó
È ïðåäàë èõ îáîèõ òèøèíå
Ãëóáîêî íà äíå îçåðà
×òî æ, ïðàâäà ýòî èëü âñìûñåë -
Ëèøü çàãàäêà îñòàëàñü,
Èáî ñêàçàíî, â áåçëóííûå íî÷è
Îíè ïî-ïðåæíåìó ìîãóò áðîäèòü ãäå-òî ðÿäîì...
È òåïåðü, ÷òîáû óâèäåòü òâîþ ëþáîâü ñâîáîäíîé,
Òåáå ïîíàäîáèòñÿ êëþ÷ îò õèæèíû âåäüìû.
Íàéäè äàìó ñîëíöà, ñîøåäøóþ ñ óìà íî÷üþ,
Ëèøü òàê èçìåíèøü òû ñóäüáó!
È òåïåðü, ÷òîáû óâèäåòü òâîþ ëþáîâü ñâîáîäíîé,
Òåáå ïîíàäîáèòñÿ êëþ÷ îò õèæèíû âåäüìû.
Íàéäè äàìó ñîëíöà, ñîøåäøóþ ñ óìà íî÷üþ,
Ëèøü òàê èçìåíèøü òû ñóäüáó!
Âòîðàÿ ïåñíÿ:
Children of the elder God(Àíãëèéñêàÿ âåðñèÿ)
Warriors, torchbearers, come redeem our dreams.
Shine a light upon this night of otherworldly fiends.
Odin's might be your guide, divorce you from the sane.
Hammer's way will have its say, rise up in their name.
Yeah, memory and thought,
Jet black and clawed.
Oh children of the Elder God
Oh scourge of light upon the dark
Scratching hag, you can rake your claws
And gnash your crooked teeth.
You've taken slaves like ocean waves
Now feel the ocean seethe.
Father Thor, bless this war
Between the dark and light.
In their songs let their wrongs
Bring dissolution's night.
Oh, memory and thought,
Jet black and clawed
Oh children of the Elder God
Oh scourge of light upon the dark
Äåòè äðåâíåãî Áîãà(ïåðåâîä)
Âîèíû, ôàêåëüùèêè, ïðèäèòå, ÷òîáû âåðíóòü íàøè ìå÷òû.
Îçàðèòå ñâåòîì ýòó íî÷ü ïîòóñòîðîííèõ äåìîíîâ.
Ìîãóùåñòâî Îäèíà ïîâåäåò âàñ, áóäåò âàì ïðîâîäíèêîì â áåçóìèè.
Ïóòü ìîëîòà çàÿâèò î ñåáå, ïîäíÿòûé âî èìÿ íèõ.
Äà, âîñïîìèíàíèå è ðàçìûøëåíèå,
Îáëà÷åííûå â ÷åðíîå è âîîðóæåííûå.
Î, äåòè Äðåâíåãî Áîãà
Î, ñâåò ñëîâíî õëûñò âî òüìå.
Âåäüìà, òû ìîæåøü ðûòü çåìëþ ñâîèìè êîãòÿìè
È ñêðåæåòàòü ñâîèìè êðèâûìè çóáàìè.
Òû çàáèðàëà ðàáîâ, ñëîâíî îêåàíñêèå âîëíû
Ñåé÷àñ ïî÷óâñòâóé, êàê ïîäíèìàåòñÿ îêåàí.
Òîð, îòåö, îñâÿòè ýòó âîéíó
Ìåæäó òüìîé è ñâåòîì.
Ïóñòü â èõ ïåñíÿõ âîñïåòûå îøèáêè
Îçíàìåíóþò êîíåö óïàäêà.
Î, âîñïîìèíàíèå è ðàçìûøëåíèå,
Îáëà÷åííûå â ÷åðíîå è âîîðóæåííûå.
Î, äåòè Äðåâíåãî Áîãà
Î, ñâåò ñëîâíî õëûñò âî òüìå.

Ãëàâà 6: Êîíåö

Ñòèõîòâîðåíèå Çýéíà.  ïåðâûå ÿ óñëûøàë ýòî ñòèõîòâîðåíèå âî ñíå-îíî çâó÷àëî èç ñòðàííîãî íåçåìíîãî ñâåòà. Ñíîâà ÿ ïðî÷åë åãî â äîìå, â êíèãå Òîìàñà Çýéíà.
Èáî îí íå çíàë
×òî çà îçåðîì,
Êîòîðîå äîìîì çâàë
Ëåæèò îêåàí,
Òåìåí è ãëóáîê
Ãäå è âîëíû áóøóþò
È áåçìÿòåæíàÿ ãëàäü
 åãî ïîðòàõ ÿ áûâàë
 åãî ïîðòàõ ÿ áûâàë.

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