Dracula

Bram Stoker

Dracula

czytamy

Retold by Ian Edward Transue

w oryginale

Chapter I

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The Count

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Jonathan Harker’s Journal
3 May – Bistritz
Before leaving forTransylvania to do
business with a nobleman of this country,
I did some research and found that the
district the Count directed me to was in
the middle of the Carpathian Mountains;
one of the wildest and least known parts
of Europe. I also read that every known
superstition in the world is collected here.
If this is true, my stay here should be very
interesting.
It was evening when we got toBistritz,
which is a very interesting, old place. Count
Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden
Krone Hotel, and when I got near the door of
the hotel, I faced a cheery-looking landlady.
She smiled and gave a message to an elderly
man who was standing next to her. He left,
but immediately returned with a letter:
„My Friend,
Welcome to the Carpathians. At three tomorrow
the coach willstart for Bukovina. At the Borgo
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Pass my carriage will be waiting for you and will
bring you to me. I trust that your journey from
London has been a happy one, and that you will
enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.
Your friend, Dracula.”
4 May
Just before I was leaving, the landlady
came up to my room and went down on her
knees begging me not to go. She seemed
very worried for me,but there was business
to be done, and I could allow nothing to
stop me. She then stood up, took a crucifix
from her neck and put it round my neck.
„For your mother’s sake,” she said and went
out of the room.
When I got on the coach, I saw the driver
talking to the landlady. They were evidently
talking about me, for they occasionally
looked over at me, and I could hear a lot of
words oftenrepeated. I must say they didn’t
sound too cheering to me, for amongst
them were: Satan, hell, witch and vampire.
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After a time our driver cracked his big whip
over his four small horses, and we set off on
our journey. The road was rough, but we still
seemed to fly over it. The driver was clearly
losing no time in reaching our destination.
When it grew dark there seemed to
be someexcitement amongst the other
passengers, and the mountains seemed to
come nearer to us on each side as we were
entering the Borgo Pass. As we slowed to
a stop, I looked out for the next coach that
was to take me to the Count, but all was
dark, and there was no sign of a vehicle.
I was thinking what I should do, when,
suddenly, the horses began to act strangely
and jump about wildly. Then acoach with
four horses appeared beside us. I could
see from the flash of our lamps that the
horses were black as night and driven by
a tall man with a long beard and a great,
black hat, which seemed to hide his face
from us. I could only see the shine of a pair
of very bright eyes, which seemed red in
the lamplight, and sharp-looking teeth as
white as snow.
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I got into theother coach, and, without
a word, the strange driver shook his reins,
and we drove into the darkness of the pass.
I looked at my watch and saw it was within
a few minutes of midnight. As we rode
further and further into the Pass, I began
to hear the sound of the howling of wolves.
The sound came nearer and nearer, as
though they were closing round on us from
every side. I grew terribly...