Роберт Говард – Английский язык с Конаном-варваром (страница 10)
full [fʋl], also [ˈɔ: lsəu], court [kɔ: t]
Besides a silken purse full of Khitan gold, King Shu had also furnished Conan with a high noble of his court, to guide them as far as the western borders of Khitai. But Conan had not liked this guide, this Duke Feng.
The Khitan was a slim, dainty, foppish little man with a soft, lisping voice (кхитаец был тонким, изящным, фатоватым маленьким человеком =
instead [ɪnˈsted], busy [ˈbɪzɪ], night [naɪt]
The Khitan was
Conan looked down upon the Khitan’s habits with a hard-bitten barbarian’s manly contempt (Конан смотрел свысока на привычки кхитайца со стойким варварским мужским презрением;
duke [dju: k], slight [slaɪt], careful [kɛəfʋl]
Conan looked down upon the Khitan’s habits with a hard-bitten barbarian’s manly contempt. The duke’s slanting black eyes and purring voice reminded him of a cat, and he often told himself to watch this little princeling for treachery. On the other hand, he secretly envied the Khitan his exquisitely cultivated manners and easy charm. This fact led Conan to resent the duke even more; for, although his Turanian service had given Conan some slight polish, he was still at heart the blunt, boorish young barbarian. He would have to be careful of this sly little Duke Feng.
‘Do I disturb the profound meditations of the nobly born commander?’ purred a soft voice (/не/ мешаю /ли/ я глубоким размышлениям благородно рожденного командира =
Conan started and snatched at the hilt of his tulwar before he recognized the person of Duke Feng, wrapped to the lip in a voluminous cloak of pea-green velvet (Конан вздрогнул и схватился за рукоять своего тульвара,[6] прежде чем он узнал личность князя Фэна, закутанного до губ в толстый плащ из светло-зеленого бархата). Conan started to growl a contemptuous curse (Конан начал рычать =
person [pə: sn], cloak [kləuk], own [əun]
‘Do I disturb the profound meditations of the nobly born commander?’ purred a soft voice.
Conan started and snatched at the hilt of his tulwar before he recognized the person of Duke Feng, wrapped to the lip in a voluminous cloak of pea-green velvet. Conan started to growl a contemptuous curse. Then, remembering his ambassadorial duties, he turned the oath into a formal welcome that sounded unconvincing even in his own ears.
‘Perhaps the princely captain is unable to sleep?’ murmured Feng, appearing not to notice Conan’s ungraciousness (может, благородный капитан не может спать? — прошептал Фэн, казалось, не замечая: «кажущийся не замечать» — недоброжелательности Конана;
‘This person is so fortunate as to possess a sovereign remedy for sleeplessness (этот человек так удачлив, чтобы обладать =
fortunate [ˈfɔ: tʃnɪt], possess [pəˈzes], sovereign [ˈsɔvrɪn]
‘Perhaps the princely captain is unable to sleep?’ murmured Feng, appearing not to notice Conan’s ungraciousness. Feng spoke fluent Hyrkanian. This was one reason for his having been dispatched to guide Conan’s troop, for Conan’s command of the singsong Khitan tongue was little more than a smattering. Feng continued:
‘This person is so fortunate as to possess a sovereign remedy for sleeplessness. A gifted apothecary concocted it for me from an ancient recipe: a decoction of lily buds ground into cinnamon and spiced with poppy seeds…’
‘No, nothing,’ growled Conan (нет, (совсем) нет, — проворчал Конан). ‘I thank you, Duke, but it’s something about this accursed place (/я/ благодарю /тебя/, князь, но есть что-то в этом проклятом месте). Some uncanny premonition keeps me wakeful when, after a long day’s ride (какое-то зловещее предчувствие сохраняет меня бодрствующим =
nothing [ˈnʌƟɪŋ], thank [Ɵæŋk], something [sʌmƟɪŋ]
‘No, nothing,’ growled Conan. ‘I thank you, Duke, but it’s something about this accursed place. Some uncanny premonition keeps me wakeful when, after a long day’s ride, I should be as weary as a stripling after his first night’s bout of love.’
The duke’s features moved a trifle (черты /лица/ князя сдвинулись/исказились), as if he winced at Conan’s crudity — or was it merely a flicker of the firelight (как будто он поморщился от грубости Конана — или было это лишь трепет пламени костра)? In any case, he suavely replied, ‘I think I understand the misgivings of the excellent commander (в любом случае он учтиво ответил: я думаю, /что/ /я/ понимаю опасения отличного командира). Nor are such disquieting emotions unusual in this — ah — this legend-fraught valley (ни являются такие тревожные эмоции необычными =
‘A battlefield, eh?’ grunted Conan (поле битвы, да? — пробормотал Конан).
trifle [traɪfl], crudity [ˈkru: dɪtɪ], think [Ɵɪŋk]
The duke’s features moved a trifle, as if he winced at Conan’s crudity — or was it merely a flicker of the firelight? In any case, he suavely replied, I think I understand the misgivings of the excellent commander. Nor are such disquieting emotions unusual in this — ah — this legend-fraught valley. Many men have perished here.’