Решение. Было 100 кг грибов, 99 кг воды (99%) и 1 кг сухого вещества (1%).

Стало. 1 кг сухого вещества никуда не делся, а воды стало 98%.
100%-98%=2%
Т.е. 1 кг грибов теперь соответсвует 2% веса.
1 кг - 2%
х кг — 100%

х=1кг*100%/ 2%=50 кг.

Этот кусок из главы, которую я написала очень давно на русском. Это черновик, и чтобы он был в книге, его надо переписать на английском. Но прочитав его, становится понятно, почему мне нужно, чтобы кого-то, кто «не совсем человек», прострелили именно в сердце.

Остались только слёзы, и я плакала и не видела, как день сменился ночью, а ночь днём. Потом и слёз не стало. Осталась только пустота и боль. Мне казалось, что я в тот момент умерла. Вернее, умерла моя душа, а я осталась жить, корчась от боли, в мире, где смерть уже не казалась таким страшным злом, но избавлением.

Обычно, когда очень плохо, стоит подумать, что могло быть и хуже, и постепенно это мысль успокаивает. Мне тогда казалось, что хуже быть уже не может. Это было хуже всего. Жить с ним на одной планете, возможно, на одном континенте, быть может, даже в одном городе, и никогда больше не быть с ним вместе, не быть рядом. Я и представить себе не могла, как я тогда ошибалась. Я и не знала, что бывает ещё хуже.

Самое страшное — это не когда человек, которого любишь больше жизни, уходит под звуки твоего разбитого сердца, а ты стоишь на коленях и не можешь ничего сделать, чтобы его остановить. Жизнь меня научила, что нельзя быть такой глупой и опрометчивой. Хуже быть может.

Хуже — это когда сердце человека, которого любишь больше жизни, на твоих глазах пронзает пуля, а ты стоишь на коленях, он падает тебе на руки, ты его держишь и видишь, как он истекает кровью, и он от тебя уходит, его жизнь ускользает под мерный стук его пробитого сердца, а ты стоишь на коленях и ненавидишь себя и проклинаешь собственное бессилие, потому что уже ничего не можешь сделать, чтобы его остановить.

Это и есть самое страшное. Ты его обнимаешь, целуешь, а он никак не реагирует, и не потому, что он тебя не любит, а потому что ему уже всё равно.

Ты дышишь часто и прерывисто, твоё сердце бьётся аритмично через такт, и ты уже начинаешь захлёбываться переполняющими слезами. И тут приходит понимание, что человек, стрелявший в него, совершил невозможное по всем законам физики, логики и т.д. — одним выстрелом он пробил два сердца. Из них одно — человека, у которого нет сердца, и второе твоё, уже разбитое.

All of a sudden a new ingenious idea captivated Madeline. Eyes full of mischief scintillated with excitement, and a stunning smile kindled her face with warmth. The challenge inspired her. Madeline was laughing:

“Oh, I know the rules very well, thank you so much. This doesn’t stop me, however, from breaking some of them or even all of them at once. Still there is one rule that I never violate, the rule of perfect hair. No matter what you do your hair should not just look good, it should be flawless (as your always is) even if you jump from a plane on a snow-board during a terrible snow-storm. No excuses. This is the only rule Dany won’t let me break.”

“Who’s Dany?” Mary inquired cautiously.

“Dany is my hairdresser.” 

Why do we cause pain to the people we love? Why do we do things that we do not want that torture us more than anybody else?

This part of the story is very strange. I am not even sure if I want it to be in the book. It is part of a various little episodes entitled together "Strange Passages From The Second Part of The Book". I called this one "Love". This is how Richard preferred to call Madeline. In fact, he didn't like her name a lot. It irritated him at first as the pure essence of her character. Though with time it became very dear to him as the girl who wore it.

This episode takes place after Richard’s mother explained them the nature of their connection.

Madeline was ironing Richard’s shirts. She was musing:

“I wonder if I can have you and still love another man.”

The expression of utmost pain crossed Richard’s features. As usually he rearranged them into a calm  as fast as possible but not fast enough.

Madeline hang away one of his shirts and started ironing another one. He spoke in a broken voice:

“You know you don’t have to do it.”

Madeline looked up at him curiously. Yet she didn’t ask the question he expected to hear. She knew he was talking about the shirts this time. He didn’t allow himself any remarks about their relationship.

“I wonder why you do not call me ‘love’ any more? Have you changed your mind?” 

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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.”