Over the back of therange shoulders, stillng and the wrinklesind his head fallenoldthe boy took the old blanket off the bed and spread it over the hechair and over the old man's shoulders. they were strange showpowerful although very old and the neck was still strong and thewere not seen so much when the old man was asleep and his headforward. his shirt had been patched so many times that it was like theand the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun theman's head was very old and with his eyes closed there was no life in hieface. the newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held itthere in the evening breeze. he was barefooted.the boy did not wake him and went away. when he came back the oldman was still asleep.«wake up, old man»), the boy said and put his hand on one of the oldman's knees.the old man opened his eyes and smiled.«what have you brought? »> he asked.«supper», said the boy. «we're going to have supper».«i'm not very hungry».«come on and eat. you can't fish and not eat».«i can»), the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper. inbegan to take off the blanket.«don't take off the blanket»), the boy said. «you will not fisheating while i'm alive».«then live a long time and take care of yourself, the old«what shall we eat? »> «black beans and rice, bananas and some meatthe boy had brought them in a metal container from the terrasets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket.«who gave this to you? > > yourself, the old man said.from the terrace. переведите текст, , ​