Английский язык с Э. Хемингуэем. Снега Килиманджар
Шрифт:
"You can't take dictation, can you (ты не умеешь стенографировать; dictation — диктовка; писание под диктовку)?"
"I never learned (я никогда /этому/ не училась)," she told him.
"That's all right (не важно)."
There wasn't time, of course (времени, конечно, /уже/ нет), although it seemed as though it telescoped so that you might put it all into one paragraph (хотя казалось, все сконцентрировалось до таких пределов, что можно уложиться: «вставить это» в один абзац; as though — /как/ будто; to telescope — складывать/ся/; сжимать/ся/; входить друг в друга /как секции раздвижного телескопа/) if you could get it right (если постараться: «если сможешь это сделать правильно/уладить»).
experience [Ik'spIqrIqns], promise ['prOmIs], telescope ['telIskqVp]
So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear. Well, there would be no more quarrelling. He could promise that. The one experience that he had never had he was not going to spoil now. He probably would. You spoiled everything. But perhaps he wouldn't.
"You can't take dictation, can you?"
"I never learned," she told him.
"That's all right."
There wasn't time, of course, although it seemed as though it telescoped so that you might put it all into one paragraph if you could get it right.
There was a log house, chinked white with mortar on a hill above the lake (на холме у озера: «над озером» стоял бревенчатый домик, промазанный
magazine ["mxgq'zJn], iron ['aIqn], rebuilt ["rJ'bIlt]
There was a log house, chinked white with mortar on a hill above the lake. There was a bell on a pole by the door to call the people in to meals. Behind the house were fields and behind the fields was the timber. A line of lombardy poplars ran from the house to the dock. Other poplars ran along the point. A road went up to the hills along the edge of the timber and along that road he picked blackberries. Then that log house was burned down and all the guns that had been on deer foot racks above the open fire place were burned and afterwards their barrels, with the lead melted in the magazines, and the stocks burned away, lay out on the heap of ashes that were used to make lye for the big iron soap kettles, and you asked Grandfather if you could have them to play with, and he said, no. You see they were his guns still and he never bought any others. Nor did he hunt any more. The house was rebuilt in the same place out of lumber now and painted white and from its porch you saw the poplars and the lake beyond; but there were never any more guns. The barrels of the guns that had hung on the deer feet on the wall of the log house lay out there on the heap of ashes and no one ever touched them.
In the Black Forest [19] after the war, we rented a trout stream (В Шварцвальде после войны мы арендовали ручей, в котором водилась форель; trout — форель) and there were two ways to walk to it (и к нему можно было пройти двумя путями). One was down the valley from Triberg (один = первый — /спуститься/ от Триберга в долину) and around the valley road (и /идти/ по дороге через долину) in the shade of the trees that bordered the white road (в тени деревьев, которые окаймляли белую дорогу), and then up a side road that went up through the hills (а потом вверх по тропинке: «боковой дороге», поднимавшейся между холмов) past many small farms, with the big Schwarzwald houses (мимо множества небольших ферм с большими шварцвальдскими домами), until that road crossed the stream (/и так/ до того места, где дорога пересекала ручей). That was where our fishing began (там мы и начали ловить рыбу: «это было /то место/, где наша рыбная ловля началась»).
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Black Forest (нем. Schwarzwald) — Шварцвальд (горный массив на юго-западе Германии).
The other way was to climb steeply up to the edge of the woods (другой путь — /это/ вскарабкаться по круче: «круто вверх» до края леса) and then go across the top of the hills through the pine woods (а потом идти сосновым
trout [traVt], climb [klaIm], meadow ['medqV], proprietor [prq'praIqtq], supplies [sq'plaIz]
In the Black Forest after the war, we rented a trout stream and there were two ways to walk to it. One was down the valley from Triberg and around the valley road in the shade of the trees that bordered the white road, and then up a side road that went up through the hills past many small farms, with the big Schwarzwald houses, until that road crossed the stream. That was where our fishing began.
The other way was to climb steeply up to the edge of the woods and then go across the top of the hills through the pine woods, and then out to the edge of a meadow and down across this meadow to the bridge. There were birches along the stream and it was not big, but narrow, clear and fast, with pools where it had cut under the roots of the birches. At the Hotel in Triberg the proprietor had a fine season. It was very pleasant and we were all great friends. The next year came the inflation and the money he had made the year before was not enough to buy supplies to open the hotel and he hanged himself.
You could dictate that (это можно продиктовать), but you could not dictate the Place Contrescarpe (но нельзя = как продиктовать о площади Контрэскарп) where the flower sellers dyed their flowers in the street (где продавщицы цветов красили свои цветы тут же, на улице) and the dye ran over the paving where the autobus started (и краска стекала по мостовой к автобусной остановке: «/туда/ где отправлялся автобус»; to pave — замащивать, мостить) and the old men and the women, always drunk on wine and bad marc (и о стариках и старухах, вечно пьяных от вина и плохого бренди из виноградных выжимок; marc — выжимки /фруктов/; бренди, получаемое из выжимок винограда); and the children with their noses running in the cold (о детях с мокрыми от холода носами: «носами, из которых течет на холоде»); the smell of dirty sweat and poverty (о запахе грязного пота и нищеты) and drunkenness at the Caf'e des Amateurs (и пьянства в “Caf'e des Amateurs”) and the whores at the Bal Musette [20] they lived above (и о проститутках в "Ball Musette", над которым они жили). The Concierge who entertained the trooper of the Garde Republicaine in her loge (о консьержке, принимавшей у себя в каморке солдата республиканской гвардии /фр./) his horse-hair-plumed helmet on a chair (его каска с султаном из конского волоса /лежала/ на стуле; plume — перо; султан, плюмаж). The locataire across the hall whose husband was a bicycle racer (о жилице /фр./ по ту сторону коридора, муж которой был велосипедным гонщиком) and her joy that morning at the Cremerie (и о ее радости в то утро в молочной /фр./) when she had opened L'Auto (когда она открыла = развернула "L'Auto") and seen where he placed third in Paris-Tours his first big race (и увидела, что он занял третье место в /гонках/ Париж — Тур, его первых серьезных гонках). She had blushed and laughed (она покраснела и засмеялась) and then gone upstairs crying (а потом со слезами: «плача» убежала /к себе/ наверх) with the yellow sporting paper in her hand (с желтой спортивной газетой в руке). The husband of the woman who ran the Bal Musette drove a taxi (муж той женщины, которая содержала "Bal Musette", водил = был шофером такси) and when he, Harry, had to take an early plane (и когда ему, Гарри, надо было лететь утренним: «ранним» самолетом) the husband knocked upon the door to wake him (шофер: «муж» постучался /к нему/ в дверь, чтобы разбудить его) and they each drank a glass of white wine at the zinc of the bar before they started (и перед тем как ехать, они выпили по стакану белого вина у цинковой стойки в баре: «у цинка барной стойки»). He knew his neighbors in that quarter then because they all were poor (он знал тогда всех соседей в том = своем квартале, потому что все они были беднота).
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Bal Musette (фр.) — дешевое помещение для танцев.
sweat [swet], poverty ['pOvqtI], entertain ["entq'teIn], bicycle ['baIsIkl], neighbor ['neIbq]
You could dictate that, but you could not dictate the Place Contrescarpe where the flower sellers dyed their flowers in the street and the dye ran over the paving where the autobus started and the old men and the women, always drunk on wine and bad marc; and the children with their noses running in the cold; the smell of dirty sweat and poverty and drunkenness at the Caf'e des Amateurs and the whores at the Bal Musette they lived above. The Concierge who entertained the trooper of the Garde Republicaine in her loge his horse-hair-plumed helmet on a chair. The locataire across the hall whose husband was a bicycle racer and her joy that morning at the Cremerie when she had opened L'Auto and seen where he placed third in Paris-Tours his first big race. She had blushed and laughed and then gone upstairs crying with the yellow sporting paper in her hand. The husband of the woman who ran the Bal Musette drove a taxi and when he, Harry, had to take an early plane the husband knocked upon the door to wake him and they each drank a glass of white wine at the zinc of the bar before they started. He knew his neighbors in that quarter then because they all were poor.