Пишу для сравнения небольшой абзац на английском той сцены, которую у меня никак не получалось описать, и первую попытку хоть как-то передать то, что я вижу, на русском. Скажите, как вам больше нравится. Из-за того, что мне никак не давалась эта сцена, я даже писать перестала. Небольшой фрагмент, описанный по-английски, находится посредине русского текста.

Pointework

Madeline closed her eyes. A beautiful piano melody was flowing around her. She knew this music so well. It was an adagio prelude to a much faster piece. The composition started very slowly with a captivating piano fingering that gradually went faster and became a trill. The fingers of a player were flying over the keyboard, weightless and quick as fairies. They touched the keys so lightly, almost impossible to notice. The sound was gentle, warm, and trembling, like the most delicate pointework. Than she saw a ballerina. Elegant and slender, she was dressed in a leotard, tights and a fluid tutu. Everything she wore was the palest shade of pink except for the tights that were milk white.

Мэдлин затормозила очень резко, вывернув руль влево, так что машина сделала полукруг и остановилась по диагонали в нескольких метрах от вертолёта. Девушка выскочила из машины и побежала к Ричарду. Он не мог поверить, что она так легко сдалась. Ричард и не надеялся, что она выполнит своё обещание остановиться, если он приедет за ней лично. Он думал, она продолжить гонку, или, как минимум, откажется выходить из машины. Но вот она, несётся, что есть силы, к нему, подбегает, обнимает, и полушепотом на последнем дыхании говорит одно лишь слово:

— Живой!

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“I’ve promised to my father to be a good girl and to behave. This is my present for him tonight.”

“Why are you standing here alone in the cold?”

“There are some people in the party who I wish to punch, and I need to keep my promise. So I came here hoping that I would freeze to death, and then they would feel remorse till the end of their lives for torturing me so. Though I don’t know if they are capable of feeling anything at all.”

“Who is causing you so much pain? Let me deal with them.”

“My father invited Elene, so she came with the stupid boyfriend of hers whom I don’t want to see. How could he do that to me? I said I would not allow any one of them into my house. Apparently this is not my house anymore.”

The girl was almost crying.

“Do you want to get away from here?”

“Of course, I do. I just have nowhere to go.”

“I will take you away from this horrible place. However, you’ve promised me a dance. Can you keep this promise too?”

She spoke slowly weighing carefully every word.

“A dance? With all those people in the room... Watching, staring, wanting me to trip and fall. I don’t think that I can handle it tonight.”

“Don’t worry, dear. It is my job to make sure that nothing bad happens. I will catch you if you would start falling.”

He took her hand and leaded her away from the snowy garden to the warmth of brightly lit ballroom.

Strange, reckless girl with no instinct of self-preservation at all. She is not afraid to die, she is not afraid to drive at 190 mph, she is not afraid of a highly skilled and professional killer but she is afraid if Richard doesn’t eat, or get enough sleep, or work too much and have no rest.

Here he was. From the moment he walked into my life, even before I saw him, I could not help falling in love with him. He could not help breaking my heart. Again and again.

He was larger than life, dashingly handsome and oh-so unattainable. No matter how hard I tried it simply didn’t work. He couldn’t stand the idea of being captured by a woman. Any woman, but HER. What was so special about her? Why did he want to marry her? I would never know, and he’d never tell me.

Dark hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, the deepest and the darkest soul. He was the man who saved my life and broke my heart. Oh, God, where is now that merciful killer? Please, send me death for I can not bear this pain any longer!

“You will rule the world and control all the Universe if this is what you wish for. A mighty, powerful, unstoppable master, gaining all your goals, always getting what you want.

“Many women you will know. Yet you will be alone for so many millions of years. Then a girl will come who will turn your world upside down. She will see you inside out. She will look at you and know exactly what you are.

“She will appear in your life when you least expect it, fall into your arms like a heavenly gift. You will plunge into her soul, beautiful, light, and pure, and you will emerge a different man, the man you were in the beginning of this world. She will bring out the best in you, and you will turn away from evil.

“You will look into her eyes — hopelessly deep and impossibly green — and you will forget how to kill.”

Can you love your enemy? How can you possibly have feelings for somebody who was meant to kill you? Can you break a heart that has already been broken? Where are the limits to your pain?

Madeline was sitting by Richard’s bed in reanimation department hugging him gently, trying to conceal her tears. They were streaming in torrents down her cheeks not willing to hide at all.

He asked for an explanation.

“Why are you still here?”

Not any easy question to answer. It was very hard for Madeline to accept the things she was about to say. They tortured her greatly causing so much damage. It was not an easy revelation indeed. Richard was a person responsible for the death of her parents, and he nearly died trying to save her. Immortal creatures do not die. They stop to exist. As impossible as it seemed, he was still immortal though more human now than ever before, susceptible to pain, damage and destruction. The sound of her voice broke the silence. More fragile than ever, she was a pain to watch.

“I can not live in a world where you don’t exist.”

“For some magical reason I cannot say ‘no’ tonight when you call me ‘love’ with this charming British accent of yours.”

“I wish I had this intelligence in Paris. Then I would have escaped the heartbreaking ‘no’. Would the answer be any different if I asked you tonight?”

She laughed so sincerely.

“Don’t push you luck that far. There is not enough magic in the world to make me change my mind.”

He looked overwhelmingly sad again.

“Will you at least keep the car?”

“Of course, I will. But don’t be too excited. I have my own evil reasoning behind it.”

He looked happier now.

“Would you mind sharing your evil mastermind thoughts?”

“What kind of love of your life would I be if I don’t take the car? Your parents wouldn’t beleive it. And then they would not bother you till the end of eternity for losing such a wonderful girl.”

“I have enough time till the end of eternity to make you somehow change your mind.”

He sounded very serious about it. She laughed and kissed him good-bye softly.

“You are such an optimiste at times that you overestimate your persvasive powers.”

“Let’s go, love, you need some more rest before a new busy day begins.”

She followed him quietly.

Madeline came up to his large oak table cautiously. Her eyes caught a sight of a big crystal ash-tray there.

“Do you smoke?” she inquired.

A devilish look spread in Richard’s eyes and a dazzling wry smile lit up his face.

“No, but I have many other deadly addictions.” He said this phrase smugly as if it was some kind of virtue.

If only Madeline could hear his thoughts she would certainly comprehend what was so funny in her question but she could not. That explained a puzzled look in her eyes which entertained Richard so much he even bothered to clarify his words this time. Mainly he wanted to see how she would react to this bold statement of his.

“And you are most certainly one of them.”

Richard utterly enjoyed observing as different emotions crossed her face. He witnessed how amazement changed confusion. Her eyes were blinking fleetingly as if she was trying to process his information. Her long thick eyelashes were trembling like the wings of a butterfly. The next moment her eyebrows shoot up high and her velvet green eyes became unbelievably large. Always so expressive! Undoubtedly his words had startled her. Now all her figure conveyed an unspoken question ‘why?’

Richard chuckled.

The girl didn’t dare to ask about his previous phrase so she decided to address him with another question.

“Why are you laughing?”

Richard smiled even wider.

“I find you very amusing at times.”

Madeline shrugged her shoulders. At least he was in a good mood today. This observation encouraged her to express a daring request she had initially come here to ask for.

Trying to describe at least some action. I don’t know why it comes out so hard. The words are running away from me. Frank explains to Richard what he had missed.

“You should have seen her drive. I’ve never met anybody more graceful and fearless. It comes natural to her. It must be in her blood. She can never fail it. She feels the car and the road so well it makes her unstoppable.

“She was running away. Already in your car, she stopped for a mere moment that seemed like eternity. Like a diver stops before the jump she came to a halt and carefully looked around. She moved so slowly we though she had changed her mind that she would not go anywhere. Then she fired the ignition. She was calm, confident, smiling. She was gone in four seconds.”

“Never afraid,” Richard murmured. “No sense of self-defense. No protective instincts at all. Embracing danger as if it’s her best friend.”

“We got into the cars and drove after her. It was difficult to chase her. She was sliding, gliding, waltzing around us. There was a moment when we though we got her. We had blocked the road. She could go no further. She had to stop. Do you know what she did? She started to spin your car around. We though she would hit our cars but she stopped short for a second, less than half an inch away from our LandRovers. She smiled and I realized we should expect no good. She drove back on the full speed, placed the car in almost vertical position and slid on the two left wheels through a small gap between our cars on the other end of the road. And then she was gone. Why did she do it at all?”

“She didn’t want me to leave.”

“Probably you should’ve just stayed then. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch Formula 1 again. Who taught her to drive? We though she would break your DBS to pieces. Not a scratch.”

New part of the story. This is some kind of a trailer. I would not tell you completely who said what but it’s going to be interesting. And I would love to film it. The picture I see in my head is very beautiful and visually dynamic.

Richard was talking on the phone. His Chief of Security was telling him:

“She ran away!”

“She did what?” Richard couldn’t believe it was possible.

“She took your Aston Martin and left.”

“Why haven’t you stopped her?”

“Have you seen her drive? She is dancing around our cars that chase her. She said she would not stop until you come to get her yourself. And I’m starting to believe she will do exactly what she says. We are nowhere near her. She is a devil of racer.”

“I’m going to kill that girl!”

When you need to save the man you love how far will you go? She will go all the way at full speed his Aston Martin will allow her.

“I will not retreat. I will not stop until I see you standing on the road in front of me. Come and get me.”

“She feels the pain of every on of them. Normal people would not endure even a mere fraction of that pain. It’s a miracle she is still alive. Haven’t her father told you she is suicidal? The best psychiatrists could do nothing with her. Perhaps if you ever felt her pain you wouldn’t want to live too. Evacuate all the people out of the house! Do something before she erases half of the planet!”

“What should I do?”

“Give her a reason to live!”