О`Генри – Английский с О. Генри. Вождь краснокожих / O. Henry. The Ransom of Red Chief (страница 4)
bacon ['beɪk(ǝ)n], bread [bred], toad [tǝʋd], noise [nɔɪz]
Then we had supper; and he filled his mouth full of bacon and bread and gravy, and began to talk. He made a during-dinner speech something like this:
“I like this fine. I never camped out before; but I had a pet 'possum once, and I was nine last birthday. I hate to go to school. Rats ate up sixteen of Jimmy Talbot's aunt's speckled hen's eggs. Are there any real Indians in these woods? I want some more gravy. Does the trees moving make the wind blow? We had five puppies. What makes your nose so red, Hank? My father has lots of money. Are the stars hot? I whipped Ed Walker twice, Saturday. I don't like girls. You dassent catch toads unless with a string. Do oxen make any noise? Why are oranges round? Have you got beds to sleep on in this cave? Amos Murray has got six toes. A parrot can talk, but a monkey or a fish can't. How many does it take to make twelve?”
Every few minutes he would remember that he was a pesky redskin (каждые несколько минут он вспоминал, что он ужасный краснокожий;
“Red Chief,” says I to the kid (Вождь Краснокожих, – говорю я мальчишке;
“Aw, what for?” says he (а что я там не видел: «для чего»? – говорит он). “I don't have any fun at home (дома ничего интересного: «у меня нет никаких забав дома»). I hate to go to school (школу я ненавижу). I like to camp out (мне нравится ночевать на свежем воздухе). You won't take me back home again, Snake-eye, will you (ты ведь не отправишь меня обратно домой, Змеиный Глаз, а;
“Not right away,” says I (/ну,/ не прямо сейчас, – говорю я). “We'll stay here in the cave a while (мы поживем тут, в пещере, некоторое время;
“All right!” says he (хорошо, – говорит он). “That'll be fine (это будет здорово). I never had such fun in all my life (в жизни так не веселился;
rifle ['raɪfl], warwhoop ['wɔ:wu:p], shiver ['ʃɪvǝ]
Every few minutes he would remember that he was a pesky redskin, and pick up his stick rifle and tiptoe to the mouth of the cave to rubber for the scouts of the hated paleface. Now and then he would let out a warwhoop that made Old Hank the Trapper, shiver. That boy had Bill terrorized from the start.
“Red Chief,” says I to the kid, “would you like to go home?”
“Aw, what for?” says he. “I don't have any fun at home. I hate to go to school. I like to camp out. You won't take me back home again, Snake-eye, will you?”
“Not right away,” says I. “We'll stay here in the cave a while.”
“All right!” says he. “That'll be fine. I never had such fun in all my life.”
We went to bed about eleven o'clock (мы легли спать около одиннадцати;
quilt [kwɪlt], ear [ɪǝ], rustle ['rʌsl], ferocious [fǝ'rǝʋʃǝs], pirate ['paɪǝrǝt]
We went to bed about eleven o'clock. We spread down some wide blankets and quilts and put Red Chief between us. We weren't afraid he'd run away. He kept us awake for three hours, jumping up and reaching for his rifle and screeching: “Hist! pard,” in mine and Bill's ears, as the fancied crackle of a twig or the rustle of a leaf revealed to his young imagination the stealthy approach of the outlaw band. At last, I fell into a troubled sleep, and dreamed that I had been kidnapped and chained to a tree by a ferocious pirate with red hair.
Just at daybreak, I was awakened by a series of awful screams from Bill (с первыми лучами солнца: «как раз на рассвете» меня разбудили ужасные вопли Билла;
I jumped up to see what the matter was (я подскочил, чтобы узнать: «увидеть», в чем дело). Red Chief was sitting on Bill's chest (Вождь Краснокожих сидел на груди Билла), with one hand twined in Bill's hair (вцепившись одной рукой в его волосы;
series ['sɪǝri:z], awful ['ɔ:f(ǝ)l], howl [haʋl], yawp [jɔ:p], women ['wɪmɪn], ghost [ɡǝʋst]
Just at daybreak, I was awakened by a series of awful screams from Bill. They weren't yells, or howls, or shouts, or whoops, or yawps, such as you'd expect from a manly set of vocal organs – they were simply indecent, terrifying, humiliating screams, such as women emit when they see ghosts or caterpillars. It's an awful thing to hear a strong, desperate, fat man scream incontinently in a cave at daybreak.
I jumped up to see what the matter was. Red Chief was sitting on Bill's chest, with one hand twined in Bill's hair. In the other he had the sharp case-knife we used for slicing bacon; and he was industriously and realistically trying to take Bill's scalp, according to the sentence that had been pronounced upon him the evening before.