Помогите пожалуйста перевести! Только прошу, пусть перевод будет осмысленным и переведённое будет логичным, а не простым набором слов без смысла! (в переводчик вбить и я могу, но получается бессмыслица...а это как раз не нужно!)


In the days leading up to John brief but important adventure were filled with exotic strangers cramming into the village’s only inn, the Roadhouse, and milling about the Wall, peaking through the cracks to spot a seemingly unsuspecting meadow and the mysterious figures that flicked in-and-out of existence. John spent his days, ones where he was not working or walking Katie about town, lying in the patches of grass in the field just north of Wall, dreaming of adventure. He dreamed of the lands the strangers came from and how they came to land in the remote village. He dreamed of how he’d escape the small village and see the world he’d only read about in his father’s books.

John spent his nights guarding the gap in the Wall, turning the strangers away and explaining, “Tomorrow the fair will come.”

Bill and John had always been instructed, as they spent every year around this time guarding whatever it was on the other side of the gap, to tell the crowd that “tomorrow the fair would come”, tomorrow they would be allowed through. As far as John knew, that sort of tomorrow never came, but every year the strangers would crowd the town, bombard the Wall, and be turned away for days until John would wake up one morning to a village filled only with its regular residents.