Cuando les vi desaparecer en la blackness, I felt a strange chill and I felt a sense of loneliness, but the driver gave me a cloak over his shoulders and a blanket over his knees, and said in excellent German:
"The night is cold, mein Herr and my master the Count has ordered me to take care of you. There is a bottle of slivovitz (plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you like.
not tried it but it was a comfort to know he was there, anyway. I felt a little strange, and quite scared. I think you have had any other choice, I would have used, instead of continuing this night journey did not know where. the carriage ran at full speed, then gave a full turn and veered down a narrow road. I thought we crossed over and over again the same places, so I took a few salient reference and found that it was. I would have liked to ask the driver what this all meant, but I dared not, for he thought, however, little would have earned my protests if he had decided to delay. Later, however, was curious to know how much time had passed, struck a match and looked at my watch the glow of the flame was a few minutes to twelve. This gave me a kind of shock, as recent experiences, I had become particularly sensitive about the general superstition about that time. I waited with an anxious sense of uncertainty.
At that moment, in some distant farm dog began to howl: it was a cry of anguish, time, such as fear. To this was added another dog, then another and another, until swept away by the wind now blew gently esfiladero eld, there was a chorus of howls that seemed to come from throughout the region, as impressed by the imagination in the blackness of night. The horses reared the first howl. The driver spoke to them gently, calmed down, but shivered and sweated and after a reckless. Then in the distance, and from lasmontañas of UNOY other hand, heard a howling, the strongest of wolves, which affected us the horses and me equally, because I wanted to jump from the buggy and run, whilst they reared again and bucked wildly, so that the driver had to make use of all forces to prevent the bolt. A few minutes later, however, my ears had become accustomed to the howls and the horses had died down, so the driver could descend and approach them. Caressed and soothed, whispering in her ear as do the trainers, which had an extraordinary effect, as after their caresses became manageable again, though still trembling. The driver again took his seat and shook the reins, rode off at speed. This time, to reach the other end of the gorge suddenly got a narrow road that twisted sharply to the right.
Shortly after we enter a place full of trees, which in some places were arch over the road, giving the impression that ran through a tunnel, and once again we were escorted by large and menacing cliffs that rose to both sides. Although the land was protected, I heard wind was rising, it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and rattled tree branches as we passed. The cold grew at times and snow began to fall a fine powder form, so that soon covered in white around us. The biting wind, but grew weaker amedida we went, trailing even the barking of dogs. The howls of wolves could be heard getting closer, as if we were surrounded on all sides. I was terribly frightened, and the horses shared my fear, but not altered elcochero least. From time to time turned his head left and right, although I could not see anything in the dark.
suddenly left, I saw the distant flicker of a flame flickering bluish. The driver saw it at the same time as me, held the horses immediately after they landed, he disappeared into the darkness. I do not know what to do and less with the howling of wolves ever closer, but while he hesitated, the driver reappeared, took his seat without saying a word, resume their march. I think I should fall asleep and dream the same incident, and now, to think of it, strikes me as a horrible nightmare.
Finally, the driver made a new stop and left more than other times, during his absence the horses began to shake violently and puffing and snorting of terror. I could not find the cause, but at that moment, and between black clouds, the moon emerged from behind the jagged crest of a rocky hill of pines, and found that we were surrounded by a circle of white wolves fangs red tongues hanging, long and sinewy legs and hair disheveled. There were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence when howling. I was paralyzed with terror. Only when man comes face to face with these terrors is the time to understand its true importance.
Suddenly, the wolves began to howl again as the moon s had exercised a strange influence on them. The horses reared, looking around so pitiful, but the terror of living fence around them everywhere and they were forced to remain within it. Shouted the driver to return, I found that our salvation was elc erco and help break up. I screamed and hit the side of the carriage, hoping to ward off wolves towards that side and give it the opportunity to come to the door. I do not know how he did it, but the fact is that I heard him raise his voice in a tone of authority, and looking in that direction onmóvil saw him in the middle of the road. He waved his arms like an obstacle sweeping impalpable and wolves were receding more and more. Just then crossed in front of the moon a dense cloud, and again sank everything in darkness.
When I got to distinguish the things again, the driver was climbing into the carriage and the wolves had disappeared. All this was so strange and mysterious that I felt overwhelmed, and I dared not speak or move. The time seemed interminable as we ran, now almost in complete darkness, as the restless clouds had obscured the moon. We kept going up. although occasionally a sudden came down, our journey was uphill. I suddenly realized that the driver drove the horses into the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, whose high and dark windows will not see a single flash and whose pared crumbling battlements jagged silhouette against the moonlit sky.
"The night is cold, mein Herr and my master the Count has ordered me to take care of you. There is a bottle of slivovitz (plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you like.
not tried it but it was a comfort to know he was there, anyway. I felt a little strange, and quite scared. I think you have had any other choice, I would have used, instead of continuing this night journey did not know where. the carriage ran at full speed, then gave a full turn and veered down a narrow road. I thought we crossed over and over again the same places, so I took a few salient reference and found that it was. I would have liked to ask the driver what this all meant, but I dared not, for he thought, however, little would have earned my protests if he had decided to delay. Later, however, was curious to know how much time had passed, struck a match and looked at my watch the glow of the flame was a few minutes to twelve. This gave me a kind of shock, as recent experiences, I had become particularly sensitive about the general superstition about that time. I waited with an anxious sense of uncertainty.
At that moment, in some distant farm dog began to howl: it was a cry of anguish, time, such as fear. To this was added another dog, then another and another, until swept away by the wind now blew gently esfiladero eld, there was a chorus of howls that seemed to come from throughout the region, as impressed by the imagination in the blackness of night. The horses reared the first howl. The driver spoke to them gently, calmed down, but shivered and sweated and after a reckless. Then in the distance, and from lasmontañas of UNOY other hand, heard a howling, the strongest of wolves, which affected us the horses and me equally, because I wanted to jump from the buggy and run, whilst they reared again and bucked wildly, so that the driver had to make use of all forces to prevent the bolt. A few minutes later, however, my ears had become accustomed to the howls and the horses had died down, so the driver could descend and approach them. Caressed and soothed, whispering in her ear as do the trainers, which had an extraordinary effect, as after their caresses became manageable again, though still trembling. The driver again took his seat and shook the reins, rode off at speed. This time, to reach the other end of the gorge suddenly got a narrow road that twisted sharply to the right.
Shortly after we enter a place full of trees, which in some places were arch over the road, giving the impression that ran through a tunnel, and once again we were escorted by large and menacing cliffs that rose to both sides. Although the land was protected, I heard wind was rising, it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and rattled tree branches as we passed. The cold grew at times and snow began to fall a fine powder form, so that soon covered in white around us. The biting wind, but grew weaker amedida we went, trailing even the barking of dogs. The howls of wolves could be heard getting closer, as if we were surrounded on all sides. I was terribly frightened, and the horses shared my fear, but not altered elcochero least. From time to time turned his head left and right, although I could not see anything in the dark.
suddenly left, I saw the distant flicker of a flame flickering bluish. The driver saw it at the same time as me, held the horses immediately after they landed, he disappeared into the darkness. I do not know what to do and less with the howling of wolves ever closer, but while he hesitated, the driver reappeared, took his seat without saying a word, resume their march. I think I should fall asleep and dream the same incident, and now, to think of it, strikes me as a horrible nightmare.
Finally, the driver made a new stop and left more than other times, during his absence the horses began to shake violently and puffing and snorting of terror. I could not find the cause, but at that moment, and between black clouds, the moon emerged from behind the jagged crest of a rocky hill of pines, and found that we were surrounded by a circle of white wolves fangs red tongues hanging, long and sinewy legs and hair disheveled. There were a hundred times more terrible in the grim silence when howling. I was paralyzed with terror. Only when man comes face to face with these terrors is the time to understand its true importance.
Suddenly, the wolves began to howl again as the moon s had exercised a strange influence on them. The horses reared, looking around so pitiful, but the terror of living fence around them everywhere and they were forced to remain within it. Shouted the driver to return, I found that our salvation was elc erco and help break up. I screamed and hit the side of the carriage, hoping to ward off wolves towards that side and give it the opportunity to come to the door. I do not know how he did it, but the fact is that I heard him raise his voice in a tone of authority, and looking in that direction onmóvil saw him in the middle of the road. He waved his arms like an obstacle sweeping impalpable and wolves were receding more and more. Just then crossed in front of the moon a dense cloud, and again sank everything in darkness.
When I got to distinguish the things again, the driver was climbing into the carriage and the wolves had disappeared. All this was so strange and mysterious that I felt overwhelmed, and I dared not speak or move. The time seemed interminable as we ran, now almost in complete darkness, as the restless clouds had obscured the moon. We kept going up. although occasionally a sudden came down, our journey was uphill. I suddenly realized that the driver drove the horses into the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, whose high and dark windows will not see a single flash and whose pared crumbling battlements jagged silhouette against the moonlit sky.
II
Journal of Jonathan Harker (Continued)
May 5
I should fall asleep, as if it had been fully awake I would have realized that we were approaching this extraordinary place. In the darkness, the courtyard looked large, but as he departs for several hits under their arches, perhaps gave me the impression that it was greater than in reality. I have not seen daylight.
Stopping the buggy, the driver jumped the ground and held out his hand to help me lose. Again I had the opportunity to see his prodigious strength. His hand seemed truly a steel mechanism able to squeeze mine if I wanted. Then he took my luggage and put it on the floor beside me, before a huge door, old and studded with large nails, under a projecting stone portico. I could see, even in the dim light, the stone was carved in a stunning, but its sculptured ornaments seemed badly eroded by rain and time. The driver, meanwhile, jumped back into his seat and shook the reins, pulled the horses and the car disappeared down one of the dark arches.
I was quiet where he was, and he did not know what to do. There was no sign of knocker or bell, it was unlikely that my voice managed to go through these walls, these windows severe and in darkness. Seemed endless waiting and I was struck a pile of doubts and fears. What kind of place he had come, and among what kind of people were? What sinister adventure I had embarked? Was it a regular event in the life of a trainee lawyer, who sent him to explain to a foreigner the negotiations on the purchase of a property in London? Intern lawyer! Mina would not have liked. Advocate ... Because just before leaving London I learned that he had passed the exam, I am now attorney with all of the law! I started to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if he was awake. All this seemed like a horrible nightmare, and suddenly wake up and expect to be home with daylight filtering through the windows, as sometimes happened to me after a day of overwork. But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not mistaken. I was actually awake, and in the Carpathians. All I could do now was to be patient and wait for daylight.
Just when I came to this conclusion on the other side I heard heavy footsteps approaching the door, and through your cracks I saw the glow of a light approaching alike. Then came a sound of heavy chains and locks to be rolled back. He turned a key to the creaking sound made by a long disuse, and opened the door.
Inside was a tall old man, shaven face, but with a big white mustache, and dressed in black from head to foot, without a single note of color throughout. In his hand he held an antique silver lamp, which burned a flame, no tube or balloon to protect her, which cast long shadows trembling hesitation in the flow of the open door. The old man made a gesture of courtesy to the right hand and said in excellent English, albeit with a strange accent:
- Welcome to my home! Enter freely and of their own volition!
He made no gesture out to greet me, but stayed where he was like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome would have petrified. However, at the moment I crossed the threshold impulsively moved towards me and reaching out, I took mine with such force that I could not suppress a wince, a gesture that does not mitigate the fact that the cold had as ice ... so much so that I found it the hand of a dead one alive. Repeated,
"Welcome to my home. Among freely. Spend without fear. And leave it a little bit of happiness it brings!
The force with which I had shaken hands were so parecidaa of the driver, whose face he did that for a moment I thought if I was talking to the same person, so that, to make sure I said inquiringly:
- Count Dracula?
He nodded and said,
"I am Dracula. I welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Spend the night air is cold, and probably need to eat and rest.
Dracula Bram Stoker
Translation
Francisco Torres Oliver
Alianza Editorial, 1981
***
Stopping the buggy, the driver jumped the ground and held out his hand to help me lose. Again I had the opportunity to see his prodigious strength. His hand seemed truly a steel mechanism able to squeeze mine if I wanted. Then he took my luggage and put it on the floor beside me, before a huge door, old and studded with large nails, under a projecting stone portico. I could see, even in the dim light, the stone was carved in a stunning, but its sculptured ornaments seemed badly eroded by rain and time. The driver, meanwhile, jumped back into his seat and shook the reins, pulled the horses and the car disappeared down one of the dark arches.
I was quiet where he was, and he did not know what to do. There was no sign of knocker or bell, it was unlikely that my voice managed to go through these walls, these windows severe and in darkness. Seemed endless waiting and I was struck a pile of doubts and fears. What kind of place he had come, and among what kind of people were? What sinister adventure I had embarked? Was it a regular event in the life of a trainee lawyer, who sent him to explain to a foreigner the negotiations on the purchase of a property in London? Intern lawyer! Mina would not have liked. Advocate ... Because just before leaving London I learned that he had passed the exam, I am now attorney with all of the law! I started to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if he was awake. All this seemed like a horrible nightmare, and suddenly wake up and expect to be home with daylight filtering through the windows, as sometimes happened to me after a day of overwork. But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not mistaken. I was actually awake, and in the Carpathians. All I could do now was to be patient and wait for daylight.
Just when I came to this conclusion on the other side I heard heavy footsteps approaching the door, and through your cracks I saw the glow of a light approaching alike. Then came a sound of heavy chains and locks to be rolled back. He turned a key to the creaking sound made by a long disuse, and opened the door.
Inside was a tall old man, shaven face, but with a big white mustache, and dressed in black from head to foot, without a single note of color throughout. In his hand he held an antique silver lamp, which burned a flame, no tube or balloon to protect her, which cast long shadows trembling hesitation in the flow of the open door. The old man made a gesture of courtesy to the right hand and said in excellent English, albeit with a strange accent:
- Welcome to my home! Enter freely and of their own volition!
He made no gesture out to greet me, but stayed where he was like a statue, as though his gesture of welcome would have petrified. However, at the moment I crossed the threshold impulsively moved towards me and reaching out, I took mine with such force that I could not suppress a wince, a gesture that does not mitigate the fact that the cold had as ice ... so much so that I found it the hand of a dead one alive. Repeated,
"Welcome to my home. Among freely. Spend without fear. And leave it a little bit of happiness it brings!
The force with which I had shaken hands were so parecidaa of the driver, whose face he did that for a moment I thought if I was talking to the same person, so that, to make sure I said inquiringly:
- Count Dracula?
He nodded and said,
"I am Dracula. I welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Spend the night air is cold, and probably need to eat and rest.
Dracula Bram Stoker
Translation
Francisco Torres Oliver
Alianza Editorial, 1981
***
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