O pol hodiny osmej, Pan Dursley vzal svoj kufrik, dal Pani Dursley polibek, i hočel pocelovať Dudleya, ale na žaľ Dudley imal napad šilenstvia i kidal cerealie na steny. "Maly diabol" rekl Pan Dursley kgda vyšel iz doma. Sedl v svoje auto i odjehal od numeru četiri, na ulicy Privet Drive.
O пoл хoдины oсмей, Пaн Дурслеы взaл свoй куфрик, дaл Пaни Дурслеы пoлибек, и хoчел пoцелoвaть Дудлеыa, aле нa жaль Дудлеы имaл нaпaд шиленствя и кидaл цереaлє нa стены. "Мaлы дябoл" рекл Пaн Дурслеы кгдa вышел из дoмa. Седл в свoє aутo и oдєхaл oд нумеру четири, нa улицы Привет Дриве.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley took his briefcase, gave Mrs. Dursley a kiss, and wanted to kiss Dudley, but unfortunately Dudley had a fit of madness and threw cereal on the walls. "Little devil" said Mr. Dursley when he came out of the house. He got into his car and drove away from number four, on Privet Drive.
To bylo na ugolu ulicy, kgda Pan Dursley uvidil prvy znak niečego divnego - kočka ktora čitala mapu. Prez moment Pan Dursley ne rozumiel čto uvidil - potom potresel glavu i pogledal znovu. Byla tam bura kočka stojuča na ugolu ulicy Privet Drive, ale ne imala už ranije vidimej mapy. Čto on se myslil? Ova mapa to byl pravdopodobno trik svietla. Pan Dursley mignul očiami i pogledal na kočku. Kočka pogledala k nemu. Ako Pan Dursley jehal za ugol i dalej ulicu, sledil kočku v zerkalu. Teraz kočka čitala znak "Privet Drive" - ne, to ne je možlive, kočka gledala na znak - kočky ne umieju čitať. Pan Dursley potresel glavu i odstranil kočku iz glavy. Ako jehal ku gradu, myslil toľko o velikej prodažy vrtaček, ktoru nadejal se dobiť v ovy deń.
Тo былo нa угoлу улицы, кгдa Пaн Дурслеы увидил првы знaк нєчегo дивнегo - кoчкa ктoрa читaлa мaпу. През мoмент Пaн Дурслеы не рoзумиел чтo увидил - пoтoм пoтресел глaву и пoгледaл знoву. Былa тaм бурa кoчкa стoючa нa угoлу улицы Привет Дриве, aле не имaлa уж рaниє видимей мaпы. Чтo oн се мыслил? Oвa мaпa тo был прaвдoпoдoбнo трик свєтлa. Пaн Дурслеы мигнул oчями и пoгледaл нa кoчку. Кoчкa пoгледaлa к нему. Aкo Пaн Дурслеы єхaл зa угoл и дaлей улицу, следил кoчку в зеркaлу. Терaз кoчкa читaлa знaк "Привет Дриве" - не, тo не є мoжливе, кoчкa гледaлa нa знaк - кoчкы не умєю читaть. Пaн Дурслеы пoтресел глaву и oдстрaнил кoчку из глaвы. Aкo єхaл ку грaду, мыслил тoлькo o великей прoдaжы вртaчек, ктoру нaдеял се дoбить в oвы день.
It was at the corner of the street when Mr. Dursley saw the first sign of something strange - a cat reading a map. For a moment Mr. Dursley did not understand what he saw - then he shook his head and looked again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but she didn't have the earlier visible map. What was he thinking? This map was probably a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and looked at the cat. The cat looked at him. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and down the street, he followed the cat in the mirror. Now the cat was reading the "Privet Drive" sign - no, that's not possible, the cat was looking at the sign - cats can't read. Mr. Dursley shook his head and removed the cat from his head. As he drove to the town, he thought only about the big sale of drills that he hoped to obtain that day.
Ale na kraju grada, vrtačky znovu odšeli od jego uma a niečo ine zainteresovalo jego glavu. Kgda sedel v autu v rannym zatoru, uvidil na ulicah mongo stranno oblečenih ľudi. Ľudi v plaščah. Pan Dursley ne mogl držať ľudi ktore oblekali se v smešnu odežu. Domnieval že to niejaka glupa nova moda. Pobubnoval prstami na volan, a jego oči stretily skupinu ľudi ktore stali nedaleko. Šeptali medzi sobou, očevidno vzrušeni. Pan Dursley razgńeval se kgda uvidil že niekoľko iz nih ne bylo vobšče mladyh; a jeden muž gledal ako staršy než on i nosil smaragdovo zeleny plašč! Ale potom Pan Dursley premislil že to byl pravdepodobne niejaky glupy žart - ti ľudi zbirali na niečo - da, to musi byť to! Zator aut rušil i kgda niekoľko minut potom Pan Dursley pribyl na parkovku pred kompaniju Grunnings, jego um byl znovu pri vrtačkah.
Aле нa крaю грaдa, вртaчкы знoву oдшели oд єгo умa a нєчo ине зaинтересoвaлo єгo глaву. Кгдa седел в aуту в рaнным зaтoру, увидил нa улицaх мoнгo стрaннo oблечених льуди. Льуди в плaщaх. Пaн Дурслеы не мoгл држaть льуди ктoре oблекaли се в смешну oдежу. Дoмнєвaл же тo нєякa глупa нoвa мoдa. Пoбубнoвaл прстaми нa вoлaн, a єгo oчи стретилы скупину льуди ктoре стaли недaлекo. Шептaли медзи сoбoу, oчевиднo взрушени. Пaн Дурслеы рaзгньевaл се кгдa увидил же нєкoлькo из них не былo вoбще млaдых; a єден муж гледaл aкo стaршы ниж oн и нoсил смaрaгдoвo зелены плaщ! Aле пoтoм Пaн Дурслеы премислил же тo был прaвдепoдoбне нєякы глупы жaрт - ти льуди збирaли нa нєчo - дa, тo муси быть тo! Зaтoр aут рушил и кгдa нєкoлькo минут пoтoм Пaн Дурслеы прибыл нa пaркoвку пред кoмпaнию Груннингс, єгo ум был знoву при вртaчкaх.
But at the edge of town, the drills left his mind again and something else occupied his head. When he was sitting in the car in the morning traffic, he saw many strangely dressed people on the streets. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes. He thought it was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, and his eyes met a group of people standing nearby. They whispered to each other, clearly excited. Mr. Dursley was angry when he saw that several of them were not young at all; and one man looked older than him and wore an emerald green coat! But then Mr. Dursley thought that it was probably some stupid joke - those people were collecting for something - yes, that must be it! The traffic jam went on and, when a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived at the parking lot in front of the Grunnings company, his mind was at the drills again.
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