Переведите пожалуйста на русский One Saturday last winter, my best friends Amy, Maria, Gred, Andy and I decited to spend the weekend in my uncle`s big, old house in the country. It was stormy outside, so we desided to spend a cosy evening chatting together in the living room downstairs. Suddenly, there was a powerful gust of wind. The lights flickered and then went out altogether. `What was that?` I said. `Don`t worry, John, it`s just a power cut,` Gred reassured me. We carried on laughing and telling scary stories in the dark. After a while, there was a bright flash of lightning that lit up the whole room. There was a loud gasp.`Andy is missing!` Amy cried.