Роберт Говард – Английский язык с Конаном-варваром (страница 44)
number [ˈnʌmbə], plague [pleɪɡ], threaten [Ɵretn]
"I have three hundred pikemen, four hundred Bossonian archers, and perhaps fifty men who, like yourself, are skilled in woodcraft. They are worth ten times their number of soldiers, but there are so few of them. Frankly, Conan, my situation is becoming precarious. The soldiers whisper of desertion; they are low-spirited, believing Zogar Sag has loosed devils on us. They fear the black plague with which he threatened us — the terrible black death of the swamplands. When I see a sick soldier I sweat with fear of seeing him turn black and shrivel and die before my eyes.
"Conan, if the plague is loosed upon us, the soldiers will desert in a body (Конан, если чума будет спущена на нас, солдаты дезертируют в полном составе;
loosed [lu: st], be [bi: ], check [ʧek]
"Conan, if the plague is loosed upon us, the soldiers will desert in a body! The border will be left unguarded and nothing will check the sweep of the dark-skinned hordes to the very gates of Velitrium — maybe beyond! If we cannot hold the fort, how can they hold the town?
"Conan, Zogar Sag must die, if we are to hold Conajohara (Конан, Зогар Саг должен умереть, если мы должны =
hold [həuld], any [ˈenɪ], capture [ˈkæpʧə]
"Conan, Zogar Sag must die, if we are to hold Conajohara. You have penetrated the unknown deeper than any other man in the fort; you know where Gwawela stands, and something of the forest trails across the river. Will you take a band of men tonight and endeavor to kill or capture him? Oh, I know it's mad. There isn't more than one chance in a thousand that any of you will come back alive. But if we don't get him, it's death for us all. You can take as many men as you wish."
"A dozen men are better for a job like that than a regiment," answered Conan (дюжина людей лучше для такой работы, чем полк, — ответил Конан). "Five hundred men couldn't fight their way to Gwawela and back, but a dozen might slip in and out again (пять сотен солдат не могли бы пробиться к Гвавеле и обратно, но дюжина, возможно, проскользнут туда и выскользнут обратно;
job [ʤɔb], regiment [ˈreʤɪmənt], pick [pɪk]
"A dozen men are better for a job like that than a regiment," answered Conan. "Five hundred men couldn't fight their way to Gwawela and back, but a dozen might slip in and out again. Let me pick my men. I don't want any soldiers."
"Let me go!" eagerly exclaimed Balthus (позволь мне пойти! — страстно / с рвением воскликнул Балтус;
"All right. Valannus, we'll eat at the stall where the foresters gather, and I'll pick my men (хорошо. Валаннус, мы поедим у конюшни, где собираются охотники, и я отберу моих людей). We'll start within an hour (мы выступим в течение часа), drop down the river in a boat to a point below the village (спустимся вниз по реке в лодке ниже поселка) and then steal upon it through the woods (и потом прокрадемся к нему через лес). If we live, we should be back by daybreak (если мы живем =
hour [auə], drop [drɔp], eagerly [ˈi: ɡəlɪ]
"Let me go!" eagerly exclaimed Balthus. "I've hunted deer all my life on the Tauran."
"All right. Valannus, we'll eat at the stall where the foresters gather, and I'll pick my men. We'll start within an hour, drop down the river in a boat to a point below the village and then steal upon it through the woods. If we live, we should be back by daybreak."
3. The Crawlers in the Dark
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The river was a vague trace between walls of ebony (река была нечеткой линией между стенами черного цвета). The paddles that propelled the long boat (весла, которые толкали длинную лодку) creeping along in the dense shadow of the eastern bank (крадущуюся в густой тени восточного берега) dipped softly into the water (опускались бесшумно в воду), making no more noise than the beak of a heron (создавая не больше шума, чем клюв цапли). The broad shoulders of the man in front of Balthus were a blue in the dense gloom (широкие плечи мужчины перед Балтусом были синевой в густом мраке). He knew that not even the keen eyes of the man who knelt in the prow would discern anything more than a few feet ahead of them (он знал, что даже острые глаза человека, который стоял на коленях на носу судна, не различили бы чего-либо =
Conan was feeling his way by instinct and an intensive familiarity with the river (Конан нащупывал /свой/ путь инстинктивно и /опираясь на/ глубокое знание реки).
boat [bəut], creep [kri: p], gloom [ɡlu: m]
The river was a vague trace between walls of ebony. The paddles that propelled the long boat creeping along in the dense shadow of the eastern bank dipped softly into the water, making no more noise than the beak of a heron. The broad shoulders of the man in front of Balthus were a blue in the dense gloom. He knew that not even the keen eyes of the man who knelt in the prow would discern anything more than a few feet ahead of them. Conan was feeling his way by instinct and an intensive familiarity with the river.
No one spoke (никто /не/ говорил). Balthus had had a good look at his companions in the fort before they slipped out of the stockade and down the bank into the waiting canoe (Балтус хорошо рассмотрел своих спутников в форте до того, как они выскользнули из укрепления и вниз по берегу в ожидающее каноэ;
canoe [kəˈnu: ], dress [dres], scar [skɑ:]
No one spoke. Balthus had had a good look at his companions in the fort before they slipped out of the stockade and down the bank into the waiting canoe. They were of a new breed growing up in the world on the raw edge of the frontier — men whom grim necessity had taught woodcraft. Aquilonians of the western provinces to a man, they had many points in common. They dressed alike — in buckskin boots, leathern breeches and deerskin shirts, with broad girdles that held axes and short swords; and they were all gaunt and scarred and hard-eyed; sinewy and taciturn.