Английский язык с Р. Брэдбери. И грянул гром
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He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness (он указал на металлическую тропу, которая уходила в зеленые заросли: to strike off — прочертить, wilderness — дикая местность, запущенная часть сада), over steaming swamp (над испаряющим болотом), among giant ferns and palms (среди гигантских папоротников и пальм).
"And that (а это)," he said, "is the Path, laid by Time Safari for your use (Тропа, проложенная /фирмой/ Сафари во времени для вашего пользования),
It floats six inches above the earth (она парит /на высоте/ шесть дюймов над землей: to float — держаться на поверхности /воды и т.п./). Doesn't touch so much as one grass blade, flower, or tree (не трогает ни одной травинки, цветка или дерева: so much — столько, blade — былинка). It's an anti-gravity metal (это антигравитационный металл). Its purpose is to keep you (его цель — удержать вас) from touching this world of the past in any way (от
"Why (почему)?" asked Eckels.
They sat in the ancient wilderness (они сидели в древних зарослях). Far birds' cries blew on a wind (далекие птичьи крики доносились ветром), and the smell of tar and an old salt sea (и запах смолы и старого соленого моря), moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood (/запах/ влажных трав и цветов цвета крови).
"That" — Mr. Travis pointed — "is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fifty-five years before President Keith."
He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness, over steaming swamp, among giant ferns and palms.
"And that," he said, "is the Path, laid by Time Safari for your use,
It floats six inches above the earth. Doesn't touch so much as one grass blade, flower, or tree. It's an anti-gravity metal. Its purpose is to keep you from touching this world of the past in any way. Stay on the Path. Don't go off it. I repeat. Don't go off. For any reason! If you fall off, there's a penalty. And don't shoot any animal we don't okay."
"Why?" asked Eckels.
They sat in the ancient wilderness. Far birds' cries blew on a wind, and the smell of tar and an old salt sea, moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood.
"We don't want to change the Future (мы не хотим менять Будущее). We don't belong here in the Past (мы не свои здесь в Прошлом: to belong — принадлежать). The government doesn't like us here (правительство не любит нас здесь = не одобряет, что мы здесь). We have to pay big graft to keep our franchise (мы вынуждены платить большую взятку, чтобы сохранить нашу привилегию). A Time Machine is finicky business (Машина Времени — щекотливое дело: finicky — разборчивый, жеманный). Not knowing it, we might kill (не зная этого, мы могли бы убить) an important animal, a small bird, a roach, a flower even (важное животное, маленькую птичку, плотву, даже цветок), thus destroying an important link in a growing species (таким образом разрушая важное звено в развитии вида)."
"That's not clear (непонятно: clear — ясный)," said Eckels.
"All right (хорошо)," Travis continued (продолжил), "say we accidentally kill one mouse here (скажем, мы случайно убиваем одну мышь здесь). That means all the future families of this one particular mouse are destroyed, right (это означает, /что/ все будущие семейства = потомки этой конкретной мыши уничтожены, правильно)?"
"Right"
"And all the families of the families of the families of that one mouse! With a stamp of your foot (нажатием ступни: stamp — печать, отпечаток, топот), you annihilate first one, then a dozen, then a thousand, a million, a billion possible mice (вы истребляете сперва одну, потом дюжину, потом тысячу, миллион, миллиард возможных мышей: billion — биллион, миллиард /амер./)!"
"So they're dead (итак, они мертвы)," said Eckels. "So what (так что же)?"
"We don't want to change the Future. We don't belong here in the Past. The government doesn't like us here. We have to pay big graft to keep our franchise. A Time Machine is finicky business. Not knowing it, we might kill an important animal, a small bird, a roach, a flower even, thus destroying an important link in a growing species."
"That's not clear," said Eckels.
"All right," Travis continued, "say we accidentally kill one mouse here. That means all the future families of this one particular mouse are destroyed, right?"
"Right"
"And all the families of the families of the families of that one mouse! With a stamp of your foot, you annihilate first one, then a dozen, then a thousand, a million, a billion possible mice!"
"So they're dead," said Eckels. "So what?"
"So what?" Travis snorted quietly (фыркнул тихо). "Well, what about the foxes that'll need those mice to survive (как насчет лисиц, которым будут нужны те мыши, чтобы выжить)? For want of ten mice, a fox dies (за отсутствием десяти мышей умирает лиса). For want of ten foxes a lion starves (за
"So what?" Travis snorted quietly. "Well, what about the foxes that'll need those mice to survive? For want of ten mice, a fox dies. For want of ten foxes a lion starves. For want of a lion, all manner of insects, vultures, infinite billions of life forms are thrown into chaos and destruction. Eventually it all boils down to this: fifty-nine million years later, a caveman, one of a dozen on the entire world, goes hunting wild boar or saber-toothed tiger for food. But you, friend, have stepped on all the tigers in that region. By stepping on one single mouse. So the caveman starves. And the caveman, please note, is not just any expendable man, no! He is an entire future nation. From his loins would have sprung ten sons. From their loins one hundred sons, and thus onward to a civilization. Destroy this one man, and you destroy a race, a people, an entire history of life. It is comparable to slaying some of Adam's grandchildren. The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, could start an earthquake, the effects of which could shake our earth and destinies down through Time, to their very foundations. With the death of that one caveman, a billion others yet unborn are throttled in the womb. Perhaps Rome never rises on its seven hills. Perhaps Europe is forever a dark forest, and only Asia waxes healthy and teeming. Step on a mouse and you crush the Pyramids. Step on a mouse and you leave your print, like a Grand Canyon, across Eternity. Queen Elizabeth might never be born, Washington might not cross the Delaware, there might never be a United States at all. So be careful. Stay on the Path. Never step off!"