Переведите , просто я на планшете(переводчик трудно искать)( "grandpa, why do you always look so sad when you look at that big gold ring with snakes on? " my little grandson mark asked me today. i can't tell him now the story is sad. but i am old, my time is coming. when mark is eleven, he will get the ring and this letter. then he will understand. i was born in rome in ad 41 and, to me, it was the best place in the world. but when i was fifteen, my family moved to britain - a dangerous island, full of wild celts. we lived near cambridge in a small house. not far from our house there was a big wall. roman territory ended there. the wall was very long. a celtic tribe, the iceni, lived behind it. they were not enemies, but they were not friends either.