Роберт Говард – Английский язык с Конаном-варваром (страница 4)
oath [əuƟ]
With an oath, the Cimmerian heaved himself up on his feet, his blue eyes blazing, his dark scarred face contorted. Rage shook his soul, but desire for the taunting figure before him hammered at his temples and drove his wild blood fiercely through his veins. Passion fierce as physical agony flooded his whole being, so that earth and sky swam red to his dizzy gaze. In the madness that swept upon him, weariness and faintness were swept away.
He spoke no word as he sheathed his bloody sword and drove at her (он не сказал никакого / ни слова, когда вложил в ножны свой окровавленный меч и устремился к ней), fingers spread to grip her soft flesh (пальцы растопыренные =
He spoke no word as he sheathed his bloody sword and drove at her, fingers spread to grip her soft flesh. With a shriek of laughter she leaped back and ran, laughing at him over her white shoulder. With a low growl, Conan followed. He had forgotten the fight, forgotten the mailed warriors who lay in their blood, forgotten Niord and the reavers who failed to reach the battle. He thought only of the slender white shape, which seemed to float rather than run before him.
Out across the blinding-white plain the chase led (/наружу/ через ослепительно-белую равнину погоня вела;
palm [pa: m], behind [bɪˈhaɪnd], lightly [laɪtlɪ]
Out across the blinding-white plain the chase led. The trampled red field fell out of sight behind him, but still Conan kept on with the silent tenacity of his race. His mailed feet broke through the frozen crust; he sank deep in the drifts and forged through them by sheer brute strength. But the girl danced across the snow, light as a feather floating on a pool; her naked feet barely left their imprint on the hoarfrost that overlaid the crust. Despite the fire in his veins, the cold bit through the warrior’s mail and fur-lined tunic; but the girl in her gossamer veil ran as lightly and as gaily as if she danced through the palms and rose gardens of Poitain.
On and on she led, and Conan followed (вперед и вперед: «на и на» она вела, а Конан следовал (за ней)). Black curses drooled through the Cimmerian’s parched lips (черные проклятия сочились сквозь запекшиеся губы киммерийца). The great veins in his temples swelled and throbbed, and his teeth gnashed (большие вены в его висках раздувались и пульсировали, а его зубы скрежетали).
‘You cannot escape me!’ he roared (ты не можешь сбежать (от) меня! — он рычал). ‘Lead me into a trap and I’ll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet! (веди меня в ловушку, и я сложу головы твоих родственников у твоих ног;
great [ɡreɪt],heads [hedz], find [faɪnd]
On and on she led, and Conan followed. Black curses drooled through the Cimmerian’s parched lips. The great veins in his temples swelled and throbbed, and his teeth gnashed.
‘You cannot escape me!’ he roared. ‘Lead me into a trap and I’ll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet! Hide from me and I’ll tear the mountains apart to find you! I’ll follow you to Hell itself!’
Foam flew from the barbarian’s lips (пена текла из губ варвара;
hours [auəz], caught [kɔ: t], brighten [braɪtn]
Foam flew from the barbarian’s lips as her maddening laughter floated back to him. Farther and farther into the wastes she led him. As the hours passed and the sun slid down its long slant to the horizon, the land changed; the wide plains gave way to low hills, marching upward in broken ranges. Far to the north he caught a glimpse of towering mountains, their eternal snows blue with distance and pink in the rays of the blood-red setting sun. In the darkling skies above them shone the flaring rays of the aurora. They spread fanwise into the sky — frosty blades of cold, flaming light, changing in color, growing and brightening.
Above him the skies glowed and crackled with strange lights and gleams (над ним небеса пылали и вспыхивали /со/ странными огнями и проблесками). The snow shone weirdly: now frosty blue, now icy crimson, now cold silver (снег сиял причудливо: то морозно синим, то ледяным малиновым, то холодным серебряным (цветом)). Through a shimmering, icy realm of enchantment Conan plunged doggedly onward (сквозь мерцающее ледяное царство волшебства / магии Конан бросился упрямо вперед), in a crystalline maze where the only reality was the white body dancing across the glittering snow beyond his reach — ever beyond his reach (в кристаллический лабиринт, где единственной реальностью было белое тело, танцующее по сверкающему снегу вне /его/ досягаемости — всегда вне /его/ досягаемости).
above [əˈbʌv], realm [relm]
Above him the skies glowed and crackled with strange lights and gleams. The snow shone weirdly: now frosty blue, now icy crimson, now cold silver. Through a shimmering, icy realm of enchantment Conan plunged doggedly onward, in a crystalline maze where the only reality was the white body dancing across the glittering snow beyond his reach — ever beyond his reach.