Английский язык с Р. Киплингом. Истории просто так
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‘Now, little brother (теперь, маленький братец),’ he said (сказал он), ‘go back to your wife and stamp all you’ve a mind to (вернись к своей жене и топни в точности, как ты и намерен; mind — намерение, склонность /сделать что-л./).’
Away flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was crying (Мотылек улетел к своей жене, которая кричала), ‘I dare you to do it (а ну попробуй)! I dare you to do it (а ну попробуй)! Stamp! Stamp now! Stamp (топни! топни! топни!)!’ Balkis saw the four vast Djinns stoop down to the four corners of the gardens with the Palace in the middle (Балкис увидела, как четыре громадных Джинна наклонились к четырем углам садов с Дворцом в центре), and she clapped her hands softly and said (и она тихонько захлопала в ладоши и сказала), ‘At last Suleiman-bin-Daoud will do for the sake of a Butterfly (наконец
mind [maInd], dare [dFq], vast [vRst]
‘Now, little brother,’ he said, ‘go back to your wife and stamp all you’ve a mind to.’
Away flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was crying, ‘I dare you to do it! I dare you to do it! Stamp! Stamp now! Stamp!’ Balkis saw the four vast Djinns stoop down to the four corners of the gardens with the Palace in the middle, and she clapped her hands softly and said, ‘At last Suleiman-bin-Daoud will do for the sake of a Butterfly what he ought to have done long ago for his own sake, and the quarrelsome Queens will be frightened!’
Then the Butterfly stamped (/и/ тогда Мотылек топнул). The Djinns jerked the Palace and the gardens a thousand miles into the air (Джинны швырнули Дворец и сады на тысячу миль в воздух): there was a most awful thunder-clap (раздался преужаснейший удар грома), and everything grew inky-black (и все стало чернильно-черным). The Butterfly’s Wife fluttered about in the dark, crying (Жена Мотылька запорхала во тьме, стеная), ‘Oh, I’ll be good (ах, я буду послушной)! I’m so sorry I spoke (я так сожалею, что я говорила = о моих словах). Only bring the gardens back (только верни сады), my dear darling husband (мой дорогой-дорогой муж; dear, darling — дорогой), and I’ll never contradict again (я никогда /не/ буду больше перечить; to contradict — противоречить).’
jerk [GWk], thunder ['TAndq], flutter ['flAtq]
Then the Butterfly stamped. The Djinns jerked the Palace and the gardens a thousand miles into the air: there was a most awful thunder-clap, and everything grew inky-black. The Butterfly’s Wife fluttered about in the dark, crying, ‘Oh, I’ll be good! I’m so sorry I spoke. Only bring the gardens back, my dear darling husband, and I’ll never contradict again.’
The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife (Мотылек испугался почти так же, как его жена), and Suleiman-bin-Daoud laughed so much that it was several minutes (а Сулейман-ибн-Дауд засмеялся так, что прошло несколько минут) before he found breath enough to whisper to the Butterfly (прежде чем он отдышался достаточно, чтобы шепнуть Мотыльку), ‘Stamp again, little brother (топни опять, маленький братец). Give me back my Palace, most great magician (верни мне мой Дворец, величайший волшебник).’
‘Yes, give him back his Palace (да, верни ему его Дворец),’ said the Butterfly’s Wife (сказала Жена Мотылька), still flying about in the dark like a moth (все еще порхая во тьме, как моль). ‘Give him back his Palace (верни ему его Дворец), and don’t let’s have any more horrid magic (и давай больше не будем так страшно колдовать).’
frighten ['fraItqn], several ['sevrql], magician [mq'GISqn]
The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife, and Suleiman-bin-Daoud laughed so much that it was several minutes before he found breath enough to whisper to the Butterfly, ‘Stamp again, little brother. Give me back my Palace, most great magician.’
‘Yes, give him back his Palace,’ said the Butterfly’s Wife, still flying about in the dark like a moth. ‘Give him back his Palace, and don’t let’s have any more horrid magic.’
‘Well, my dear (ну, моя дорогая),’ said the Butterfly as bravely as he could (сказал Мотылек, как можно храбрее: «так храбро, как он мог»), ‘you see what your nagging has led to (/ты/ видишь, к чему привела твоя сварливость; to lead —
bravely ['breIvlI], nagging ['nxgIN], favour ['feIvq]
‘Well, my dear,’ said the Butterfly as bravely he could, ‘you see what your nagging has led to. Of course it doesn’t make any difference to me — I’m used to this kind of thing — but as a favour to you and to Suleiman-bin-Daoud I don’t mind putting things right.’
So he stamped once more (и он топнул еще раз), and that instant the Djinns let down the Palace and the gardens, without even a bump (и в то /же/ мгновение Джинны опустили Дворец и сады даже без стука). The sun shone on the dark-green orange leaves (солнце засияло на темно-зеленых листьях апельсина); the fountains played among the pink Egyptian lilies (фонтаны забили среди розовых египетских лилий); the birds went on singing (птицы продолжили петь), and the Butterfly’s Wife lay on her side under the camphor-tree waggling her wings and panting (а Жена Мотылька лежала на боку под камфорным деревом, помахивая /своими/ крылышками и говоря на одном дыхании; to pant — говорить на одном дыхании; выпаливать), ‘Oh, I’ll be good (ах, я буду послушной)! I’ll be good (я буду послушной)!’
Suleiman-bin-Daoud could hardly speak for laughing (Сулейман-ибн-Дауд едва мог говорить от смеха). He leaned back all weak and hiccoughy (он откинулся назад совершенно ослабевший = без сил и икающий; to hiccough — икать), and shook his finger at the Butterfly and said (и погрозил /своим/ пальцем Мотыльку и сказал), ‘O great wizard (О великий чародей), what is the sense of returning to me my Palace (какой смысл возвращать мне мой Дворец) if at the same time you slay me with mirth (если в то же самое время ты убиваешь меня весельем = смехом)!’
instant ['Instqnt], bump [bAmp], mirth [mWT]
So he stamped once more, and that instant the Djinns let down the Palace and the gardens, without even a bump. The sun shone on the dark-green orange leaves; the fountains played among the pink Egyptian lilies; the birds went on singing, and the Butterfly’s Wife lay on her side under the camphor-tree waggling her wings and panting, ‘Oh, I’ll be good! I’ll be good!’
Suleiman-bin-Daoud could hardly speak for laughing. He leaned back all weak and hiccoughy, and shook his finger at the Butterfly and said, ‘O great wizard, what is the sense of returning to me my Palace if at the same time you slay me with mirth!’
Then came a terrible noise (затем раздался страшный шум), for all the nine hundred and ninety-nine Queens ran out of the Palace shrieking and shouting and calling for their babies (ибо все 999 Цариц выбежали из Дворца с воплями и криками и созывая своих детей). They hurried down the great marble steps below the fountain, one hundred abreast (они поспешили вниз по огромным мраморным ступеням ниже фонтана по сотне в ряд), and the Most Wise Balkis went statelily [157] forward to meet them and said (и Мудрейшая Балкис величаво выступила вперед навстречу им и сказала; stately — величавый), ‘What is your trouble, O Queens (в чем дело, О Царицы [158] )?’
157
Детское искаженное. Правильно будет in a stately way.
158
Чтобы обыграть слово trouble, можно немного видоизменить вопрос: «В чем причина вашего беспокойства?»