Джон Рональд – Английский язык с Дж. Р. Р. Толкиеном. Хоббит (страница 158)
“I am the last man to undervalue Bard the Bowman, ” said the Master warily (for Bard now stood close beside him). “He has tonight earned an eminent place in the roll of the benefactors of our town; and he is worthy of many imperishable songs. But, why O People?” — and here the Master rose to his feet and spoke very loud and clear — “why do I get all your blame? For what fault am I to be deposed? Who aroused the dragon from his slumber, I might ask? Who obtained of us rich gifts and ample help, and led us to believe that old songs could come true? Who played on our soft hearts and our pleasant fancies? What sort of gold have they sent down the river to reward us?
Dragon-fire and ruin! From whom should we claim the recompense of our damage, and aid for our widows and orphans?”
As you see (как вы видите), the Master had not got his position for nothing (Глава Города заполучил свой пост не просто так: «не получил свое место/должность ни за что»). The result of his words was (результатом его слов было то) that for the moment (что на этот момент) the people quite forgot their idea of a new king (люди совершенно забыли о своей мысли о новом короле), and turned their angry thoughts (и обернули свои рассерженные мысли) towards Thorin and his company (на Торина и его компанию). Wild and bitter words (неистовые и горькие слова;
“Fools (глупцы)!” said Bard. “Why waste words and wrath (зачем попусту растрачивать слова и гнев) on those unhappy creatures (на тех несчастных созданий)? Doubtless they perished first in fire (несомненно, что они погибли первыми в огне), before Smaug came to us (до того, как Смауг напал на нас). ”
Then even as he was speaking (затем, как раз пока он говорил это), the thought came into his heart (в его сердце пришла мысль) of the fabled treasure of the Mountain (о легендарном сокровище Горы;
At length he spoke again (наконец он снова заговорил): “This is no time for angry words, Master (сейчас не время для сердитых слов, Глава Города), or for considering weighty plans of change (или для обдумывания важных планов по смене /власти/;
deliberately [dɪˈlɪb (ǝ) rɪtlɪ] creature [ˈkri: tʃǝ] weighty [ˈweɪtɪ]
As you see, the Master had not got his position for nothing. The result of his words was that for the moment the people quite forgot their idea of a new king, and turned their angry thoughts towards Thorin and his company. Wild and bitter words were shouted from many sides; and some of those who had before sung the old songs loudest, were now heard as loudly crying that the dwarves had stirred the dragon up against them deliberately! “Fools!” said Bard. “Why waste words and wrath on those unhappy creatures? Doubtless they perished first in fire, before Smaug came to us. ” Then even as he was speaking, the thought came into his heart of the fabled treasure of the Mountain lying without guard or owner, and he fell suddenly silent. He thought of the Master’s words, and of Dale rebuilt, and filled with golden bells, if he could but find the men.
At length he spoke again: “This is no time for angry words. Master, or for considering weighty plans of change. There is work to do. I serve you still — though after a while I may think again of your words and go North with any that will follow me. ”
Then he strode off (затем он ушел большими шагами) to help in the ordering of the camps (чтобы помочь в устройстве лагерей;
Now everywhere Bard went (теперь везде, куда шел Бард) he found talk running like fire (он обнаруживал, что разговоры распространялись: «пробегали» подобно огню) among the people (среди людей) concerning the vast treasure (относительно бесчисленного: «обширного» сокровища;
wounded [ˈwu: ndɪd] unguarded [ʌnˈɡɑ: dɪd] plight [plaɪt] uninjured [ʌnˈɪndʒǝd]
Then he strode off to help in the ordering of the camps and in the care of the sick and the wounded. But the Master scowled at his back as he went, and remained sitting on the ground. He thought much but said little, unless it was to call loudly for men to bring him fire and food. Now everywhere Bard went he found talk running like fire among the people concerning the vast treasure that was now unguarded. Men spoke of the recompense for all their harm that they would soon get from it, and wealth over and to spare with which to buy rich things from the South; and it cheered them greatly in their plight. That was as well, for the night was bitter and miserable. Shelters could be contrived for few (the Master had one) and there was little food (even the Master went short). Many took ill of wet and cold and sorrow that night, and afterwards died, who had escaped uninjured from the ruin of the town; and in the days that followed there was much sickness and great hunger. Meanwhile Bard took the lead, and ordered things as he wished, though always in the Master’s name, and he had a hard task to govern the people and direct the preparations for their protection and housing. Probably most of them would have perished in the winter that now hurried after autumn, if help had not been to hand.