The lions watched as he put the hands[1] of Big Ben to just after midnight.Susan, Albert, Edward and Beatrice ran down the bank of the Thames River, laughing all the way. Then, they ran further along the river bank and didn’t stop before the Tower of London. “These buildings have been here a long time, haven’t they?” Susan said, looking at the tall towers.“I think one of them has been here a thousand years,” said Albert.“I’ve heard that there are ravens which live in the Tower. I hate birds. I’m tired of the pigeons which land on me in Trafalgar Square. Let’s go and wake them up,” Beatrice said.“OK, Edward agreed. And can we eat the ravens? I’m rather hungry. Let’s get them.” Edward agreed. The four lions jumped over the gate and ran across the grass towards the White Tower, the main place where the ravens slept. “Mind the guards. They’re called Beefeaters,” Beatrice said. “We’ll have a lot of trouble if they find us here.”
[1] hands — стрелки