Помогите перевести пожалуйста! OF THE PARENTS OF THOMAS WINGFIELD Thomas Wingfield was born here in the very room where I write today. My grandfather had only one son – my father. His great wish was to make a priest of him, b...

Помогите перевести пожалуйста! OF THE PARENTS OF THOMAS WINGFIELD Thomas Wingfield was born here in the very room where I write today. My grandfather had only one son – my father. His great wish was to make a priest of him, but my father did not like the idea. Still he could not disobey his father and was obliged to go to a convent and prepare for his profession. But he behaved so badly that the prior at last begged my grandfather to take his son home. When the boy grew older my grandfather decided to send him to Spain to study at a convent. My father agreed to go to Spain, for he wanted to see the world. A year later a priest came from Spain and told my grandfather that his son had been fired from the convent and they had not heard anything of him since. Two years later the news came that my father had fallen into the hands of the Inquisition and had been tortured to death. My grandfather was very sad, though he did not really believe that his son was dead and always awaited his return. … But it was only three years after the old man’s death that my father came home with his young wife who was a Spaniard. My father never spoke about his life in Spain. But once I saw white scars on his body. I asked my father about them. “Thomas”, he said, “There is a country called Spain where your mother was born. There these devils live. They torture men and women and burn them alive in the name of Christ. The enemy of your mother betrayed me into their hands. They made these scars on my body and did not burn me because your mother saved me. Never speak of this, Thomas, for the Inquisition has a long arm.