Роберт Говард – Английский язык с Конаном-варваром (страница 97)
Negro [ˈni: ɡrəu], brutish [ˈbru: tɪʃ], prevail [prɪˈveɪl]
Drawing his foot from the stirrup he stole to the angle and peered around it. Three men were moving down the road toward the palm groves, and from their slouching gait he knew they were Negroes. They halted at his low call, bunching themselves as he strode toward them, his sword in his hand. Their eyes gleamed whitely in the starlight. Their brutish lust shone in their ebony faces, but they knew their three cudgels could not prevail against his sword, just as he knew it.
"Where are you going?" he challenged (куда вы идете? — спросил он).
"To bid our brothers put out the fire in the pit beyond the groves," was the sullen gutteral reply (велеть нашим братьям потушить костер в яме за рощами, — был угрюмый гортанный ответ;
"I think not," smiled Conan (/я/ не думаю, — улыбнулся Конан). "Aram Baksh will give you a man (Арам Бахш даст вам человека). Do you see that door (видите ту дверь)?"
He pointed to a small, iron-bound portal set in the midst of the western wall (он показал на маленькую, обитую железом дверь, установленную в середине западной стены).
"Wait there (подождите там). Aram Baksh will give you a man (Арам Бахш даст вам человека)."
challenge [ˈʧælɪnʤ], dead [ded], portal [pɔ: tl]
"Where are you going?" he challenged.
"To bid our brothers put out the fire in the pit beyond the groves," was the sullen gutteral reply. "Aram Baksh promised us a man, but he lied. We found one of our brothers dead in the trap-chamber. We go hungry this night."
"I think not," smiled Conan. "Aram Baksh will give you a man. Do you see that door?"
He pointed to a small, iron-bound portal set in the midst of the western wall. "Wait there. Aram Baksh will give you a man."
Backing warily away until he was out of reach of a sudden bludgeon blow (пятясь осторожно, пока он /не/ оказался вне досягаемости неожиданного удара дубиной), he turned and melted around the northwest angle of the wall (он повернулся и исчез за северо-западным углом стены). Reaching his horse he paused to ascertain that the blacks were not sneaking after him (добравшись до своей лошади, он остановился, /чтобы/ убедиться, что черные не крадутся за ним), and then he climbed into the saddle and stood upright on it (и затем он забрался в седло и стал вверх на него =
study [ˈstʌdɪ], enclosure [ɪnˈkləuʒə], window [ˈwɪndəu]
Backing warily away until he was out of reach of a sudden bludgeon blow, he turned and melted around the northwest angle of the wall. Reaching his horse he paused to ascertain that the blacks were not sneaking after him, and then he climbed into the saddle and stood upright on it, quieting the uneasy steed with a low word. He reached up, grasped the coping of the wall and drew himself up and over. There he studied the grounds for an instant. The tavern was built in the southwest corner of the enclosure, the remaining space of which was occupied by groves and gardens. He saw no one in the grounds. The tavern was dark and silent, and he knew all the doors and windows were barred and bolted.
Conan knew that Aram Baksh slept in a chamber that opened into a cypress- bordered path (Конан знал, что Арам Бахш спит в комнате, которая открывалась в тропинку, обсаженную кипарисами) that led to the door in the western wall (которая вела к двери в западной стене). Like a shadow he glided among the trees (словно тень, он проскользнул между деревьями), and a few moments later he rapped lightly on the chamber door (и несколько секунд спустя он легонько постучал в дверь комнаты).
"What is it?" asked a rumbling, sleepy voice from within (что такое? — спросил гремящий, сонный голос изнутри;
western [ˈwestən], sleepy [ˈsli: pɪ], voice [vɔɪs]
Conan knew that Aram Baksh slept in a chamber that opened into a cypress- bordered path that led to the door in the western wall. Like a shadow he glided among the trees, and a few moments later he rapped lightly on the chamber door.
"What is it?" asked a rumbling, sleepy voice from within.
"Aram Baksh!" hissed Conan (Арам Бахш! — прошипел Конан). "The blacks are stealing over the wall (черные крадутся через стену)!"
Almost instantly the door opened, framing the tavern-keeper (почти тотчас дверь открылась, обрамляя хозяина: «держателя» таверны =
He craned his neck to stare into the Cimmerian's face (он вытянул /свою/ шею, /чтобы/ всмотреться в лицо киммерийца;
keeper [ˈki: pə], shirt [ʃə: t], neck [nek]
"Aram Baksh!" hissed Conan. "The blacks are stealing over the wall!"
Almost instantly the door opened, framing the tavern-keeper, naked but for his shirt, with a dagger in his hand.
He craned his neck to stare into the Cimmerian's face. "What tale is this —
Conan's vengeful fingers strangled the yell in his throat (мстительные пальцы Конана сдавили крик в его горле). They went to the floor together and Conan wrenched the dagger from his enemy's hand (они пошли на пол =
vengeful [ˈvenʤfʋl], mouthful [ˈmauƟfʋl], most [məʋst]
Conan's vengeful fingers strangled the yell in his throat. They went to the floor together and Conan wrenched the dagger from his enemy's hand. The blade glinted in the starlight, and blood spurted. Aram Baksh made hideous noises, gasping and gagging on a mouthful of blood. Conan dragged him to his feet and again the dagger slashed, and most of the curly beard fell to the floor.
Still gripping his captive's throat (все еще сжимая горло своего пленника) — for a man can scream incoherently even with his throat slit (так как человек может кричать бессвязно даже с /его/ перерезанным горлом;
incoherently [ˌɪnkəuˈhɪərəntlɪ], cypress [ˈsaɪprɪs], vulture [ˈvʌlʧə]
Still gripping his captive's throat — for a man can scream incoherently even with his throat slit — Conan dragged him out of the dark chamber and down the cypress-shadowed path, to the iron-bound door in the outer wall. With one hand he lifted the bolt and threw the door open, disclosing the three shadowy figures which waited like black vultures outside. Into their eager arms Conan thrust the innkeeper.
A horrible, blood-choked scream rose from the Zamboulan's throat, but there was no response from the silent tavern (ужасный, давящийся кровью крик раздался из горла замбулийца, но из безмолвной таверны не было ответа;