письмо другу про необыкновенный сон на британском с переводом. Заранее спасибо)))

I had a bad dream. I was at my dacha. I had a well on the lot. Next to me lived a neighbor and had a dog. I asked him for his help. We decided to clean the well. At the bottom of one of the buckets we found a small photo-ceramics, which are usually installed on the monuments. It showed a woman of about thirty with long dark hair and very handsome face. After guessing how she could get into the well, and not coming to a certain conclusion, I just threw it into the rest of the slag. But a neighbor she was interested much more. And he told me it's not good to treat a find like that. He took it. I didn't object to that.
The next morning his legs were paralyzed and he was taken to the hospital by ambulance. A month later he returned home. As it turned out, there was no one to care for the disabled. My mother and I decided to help our neighbor to cook, to look after the house.
Somehow to him I went. Walking to the kitchen I heard a voice from the room. Coming closer, I saw that the old man was talking to the photo. And in conversation he мейд long pauses, nodding his head as if listening to the answer. It was the same photo ceramics! Ask what is happening to him, I received a reply in a harsh manner: supposedly, it's none of my business. After that incident when we with mother came to it, the neighbor hid the photo. I thought you were out of your mind. But he did not stop helping him. And in conversation he began to mention increasingly about marriage on some Lyudmila. And how she'll come back from far away. And my question about Luda he answered difficult or even kept quiet. And before that the unsociable person more and more left in itself.
I went to see him one evening. And just wanted to knock, how clearly you heard a loud female laughter. Knocked. Two minutes later I opened happy, smiling neighbor and said: what a pity you with Luda missed, she just walked out
I forgot after that why I came... when I Came home, I told my mother about it . With a smirk, she said, that I schizophrenia from grandfather contracted.
That night was hectic. There was a thunderstorm, but there was no rain, a strong wind blew. Morning was cloudy. Going out on the porch, I noticed that the dog is nowhere to be seen. Called the dog, no reaction. Peeking in the booth, saw Jack dead. With a piece of long black hair in his mouth. Went to the neighbor to see if he heard anything. Knocked. There was no answer. Knocked another five minutes, thinking he was asleep. I took the spare keys that were hidden in his bath. Opening the door and going into the room, I saw a neighbor sitting in an old chair, dressed in a ceremonial output suit. On the table stood a bottle of wine and two glasses. The neighbor showed no signs of life. I felt his pulse, and I knew he was dead. Called an ambulance, which ruled death by suffocation . During the search of his house was not found the same photo, which he cherished.