Английский язык с Джеромом К. Джеромом. Трое в лодке, не считая собаки
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churchyard [':'j:d] deny [d'na] imperturbability [,mpt:b'blt]
"How should I know?" replied Harris. "She's a lady that's got a funny tomb, and I want to see it."
I objected. I don't know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself. I know that the proper thing to do, when you get to a village or town, is to rush off to the churchyard, and enjoy the graves; but it is a recreation that I always deny myself. I take no interest in creeping round dim and chilly churches behind wheezy old men, and reading epitaphs. Not even the sight of a bit of cracked brass let into a stone affords me what I call real happiness.
I shock respectable sextons by the imperturbability I am able to assume before exciting inscriptions, and by my lack of enthusiasm for the local family history, while my ill-concealed anxiety to get outside wounds their feelings.
One golden morning of a sunny day (одним
It was a lovely landscape (восхитительный пейзаж). It was idyllic, poetical, and it inspired me (он был идиллическим, поэтичным и вдохновлял меня). I felt good and noble (я чувствовал себя добрым и благородным/великодушным). I felt I didn't want to be sinful and wicked any more (я чувствовал, что больше не хочу быть грешным и безнравственным). I would come and live here, and never do any more wrong (я бы /хотел/ жить здесь и никогда больше не поступать неправильно), and lead a blameless, beautiful life (и вести безупречную, прекрасную жизнь; blame — порицание, осуждение; вина), and have silver hair when I got old, and all that sort of thing (и чтобы поседели мои волосы, когда я состарюсь, и тому подобное; silver — серебряный; седой).
scene [si:n] idyllic [a'dlk] wrong [r]
One golden morning of a sunny day, I leant against the low stone wall that guarded a little village church, and I smoked, and drank in deep, calm gladness from the sweet, restful scene — the grey old church with its clustering ivy and its quaint carved wooden porch, the white lane winding down the hill between tall rows of elms, the thatched-roof cottages peeping above their trim-kept hedges, the silver river in the hollow, the wooded hills beyond!
It was a lovely landscape. It was idyllic, poetical, and it inspired me. I felt good and noble. I felt I didn't want to be sinful and wicked any more. I would come and live here, and never do any more wrong, and lead a blameless, beautiful life, and have silver hair when I got old, and all that sort of thing.
In that moment I forgave all my friends and relations for their wickedness and cussedness, and I blessed them (в эту минуту я прощал всем моим друзьям и родственникам их греховность, упрямство и благословлял их; to forgive; relation — отношение, связь; родственник; wickedness — злобность; греховность). They did not know that I blessed them (они не знали, что я их благословляю). They went their abandoned way all unconscious of what I (они
"All right, sur, I'm a-coming (все в порядке, сэр, я иду; sur = sir), I'm a-coming. It's all right, sur; don't you be in a hurry (не спешите: «не будьте в спешке»)."
I looked up, and saw an old bald-headed man hobbling across the churchyard towards me (я поднял глаза и увидел лысого: «лысоголового» старика, ковыляющего ко мне через кладбище; to hobble — хромать, ковылять), carrying a huge bunch of keys in his hand (несущего огромную связку ключей в руке; bunch — связка, пучок; букет) that shook and jingled at every step (которые тряслись и звякали при каждом шаге).
unconscious [n'kns] reverie ['revr]
In that moment I forgave all my friends and relations for their wickedness and cussedness, and I blessed them. They did not know that I blessed them. They went their abandoned way all unconscious of what I, far away in that peaceful village, was doing for them; but I did it, and I wished that I could let them know that I had done it, because I wanted to make them happy. I was going on thinking away all these grand, tender thoughts, when my reverie was broken in upon by a shrill piping voice crying out:
"All right, sur, I'm a-coming, I'm a-coming. It's all right, sur; don't you be in a hurry."
I looked up, and saw an old bald-headed man hobbling across the churchyard towards me, carrying a huge bunch of keys in his hand that shook and jingled at every step.
I motioned him away with silent dignity (я махнул рукой, чтобы он уходил, с молчаливым достоинством), but he still advanced, screeching out the while (но он по-прежнему приближался, визгливо крича при этом):
"I'm a-coming, sur, I'm a-coming. I'm a little lame (я немного хромой). I ain't as spry as I used to be (я не такой проворный, как раньше). This way, sur (сюда, сэр)."
"Go away, you miserable old man (уходи, несчастный старик)," I said.
"I've come as soon as I could, sur (я пришел, как только смог, сэр)," he replied (ответил он). "My missis never see you till just this minute (моя хозяйка не видела вас до этой минуты = только что увидела). You follow me, sur (идите за мной, сэр)."
"Go away," I repeated (повторил я); "leave me before I get over the wall, and slay you (оставьте меня, пока я не перелез через стену и не убил вас)."
He seemed surprised (он казался удивленным).
dignity ['dnt] miserable ['mzrbl]
I motioned him away with silent dignity, but he still advanced, screeching out the while:
"I'm a-coming, sur, I'm a-coming. I'm a little lame. I ain't as spry as I used to be. This way, sur."