Роберт Говард - Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

stop [stɔp], statue [ˈstæʧu: ], track [træk]

"What in Mitra's name — " Balthus' face was a pale blur in the gloom.

With a scorching oath Conan wheeled and dashed back the way he had come, and the Aquilonian stumbled bewilderedly after him. He blundered into the Cimmerian as the latter stopped dead, and rebounded from his brawny shoulders as though from an iron statue. Gasping from the impact, he heard Conan's breath hiss through his teeth. The Cimmerian seemed frozen in his tracks.

Looking over his shoulder, Balthus felt his hair stand up stiffly (заглянув через его плечо, Балтус почувствовал, /как/ его = у него волосы становятся дыбом). Something was moving through the deep bushes that fringed the trail (что-то двигалось сквозь густые кусты, которые окаймляли тропинку) — something that neither walked nor flew, but seemed to glide like a serpent (что-то, что ни шло, ни летело, но казалось, скользит как змея). But it was not a serpent (но это была не змея). Its outlines were indistinct, but it was taller than a man, and not very bulky (его контуры были нечеткими, но оно было выше, чем человек, и не очень громоздкое). It gave off a glimmer of weird light, like a faint blue flame (оно издавало = от него исходило мерцание причудливого света, как слабое голубое пламя). Indeed, the eery fire was the only tangible thing about it (в самом деле, жуткий огонь был единственным материальным свидетельством: «вещью» в отношении его; about — о, в отношении, касательно ). It might have been an embodied flame moving with reason and purpose through the blackening woods (это, возможно, было: «могло быть» воплощенное пламя, движущееся разумно и целенаправленно: «с разумом и целью» через чернеющий лес; body — тело, плоть ).

flew [flu: ], bulky [ˈbʌlkɪ], reason [ri: zn]

Looking over his shoulder, Balthus felt his hair stand up stiffly. Something was moving through the deep bushes that fringed the trail — something that neither walked nor flew, but seemed to glide like a serpent. But it was not a serpent. Its outlines were indistinct, but it was taller than a man, and not very bulky. It gave off a glimmer of weird light, like a faint blue flame. Indeed, the eery fire was the only tangible thing about it. It might have been an embodied flame moving with reason and purpose through the blackening woods.

Conan snarled a savage curse and hurled his ax with ferocious will (Конан прорычал дикое проклятие и метнул свой топор с ужасной: «свирепой» энергией = силой ). But the thing glided on without altering its course (но существо скользило дальше, не меняя /своего/ курса: «без изменения своего курса»). Indeed it was only a few instants' fleeting glimpse they had of it (действительно, это было лишь мимолетное видение /из/ нескольких мгновений, /которое/ они имели от него = уловили ) — a tall, shadowy thing of misty flame floating through the thickets (высокое, тенеподобное существо: «вещь» туманного/расплывчатого огня, плывущее сквозь заросли). Then it was gone, and the forest crouched in breathless stillness (затем оно исчезло, и лес склонился = замер в бездыханной / неподвижной тишине).

alter [ˈɔ: ltə], fleet [fli: t], crouched [krauʧt]

Conan snarled a savage curse and hurled his ax with ferocious will. But the thing glided on without altering its course. Indeed it was only a few instants' fleeting glimpse they had of it — a tall, shadowy thing of misty flame floating through the thickets. Then it was gone, and the forest crouched in breathless stillness.

With a snarl Conan plunged through the intervening foliage and into the trail (с рычанием Конан нырнул сквозь переплетающуюся листву /и/ на тропу). His profanity, as Balthus floundered after him, was lurid and impassioned (его богохульство = ругательство , когда Балтус потащился за ним, было угрожающим и пылким). The Cimmerian was standing over the litter on which lay the body of Tiberias (киммериец стоял над носилками, на которых лежало тело Тибериаса). And that body no longer possessed a head (и это тело больше не имело головы).

"Tricked us with its damnable caterwauling!" raved Conan, swinging his great sword about his head in his wrath (надул нас своим проклятым кошачим визгом, — бушевал Конан, размахивая своим огромным мечом вокруг /своей/ головы в /своей/ ярости). "I might have known (я мог знать = уж я-то должен был знать; might — выражает упрек, сожаление )! I might have guessed a trick (я мог бы разгадать обман = я должен был разгадать обман )! Now there'll be five heads to decorate Zogar's altar (теперь будет пять голов для украшения алтаря Зогара = теперь пять голов будут украшать алтарь Зогара )."

foliage [ˈfəulɪɪʤ], lurid [ˈljuərɪd], longer [ˈlɔŋə]

With a snarl Conan plunged through the intervening foliage and into the trail. His profanity, as Balthus floundered after him, was lurid and impassioned. The Cimmerian was standing over the litter on which lay the body of Tiberias. And that body no longer possessed a head.

"Tricked us with its damnable caterwauling!" raved Conan, swinging his great sword about his head in his wrath. "I might have known! I might have guessed a trick! Now there'll be five heads to decorate Zogar's altar."

"But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil (но что за тварь это, что может кричать, как женщина, и смеяться, как демон), and shines like witch-fire (и /при этом/ светится, как колдовской огонь) as it glides through the trees (когда оно скользит сквозь деревья)?" gasped Balthus, mopping the sweat from his pale face (выдохнул Балтус, вытирая пот со своего бледного лица).

"A swamp devil," responded Conan morosely (болотный демон, — ответил Конан угрюмо). "Grab those poles (хватай эти палки). We'll take in the body, anyway (мы заберем тело, так или иначе). At least our load's a bit lighter (по крайней мере, наш груз немного легче)."

With which grim philosophy he gripped the leathery loop and stalked down the trail (с каковой = такой мрачной философией = мрачным умозаключением он схватил кожаную петлю и зашагал по тропе).

devil [devl], shine [ʃaɪn], loop [lu: p]

"But what thing is it that can cry like a woman and laugh like a devil, and shines like witch-fire as it glides through the trees?" gasped Balthus, mopping the sweat from his pale face.

"A swamp devil," responded Conan morosely. "Grab those poles. We'll take in the body, anyway. At least our load's a bit lighter."

With which grim philosophy he gripped the leathery loop and stalked down the trail.

Fort Tuscelan stood on the eastern bank of Black River, the tides of which washed the foot of the stockade (форт Тусцелан стоял на восточном берегу Черной реки, потоки которой омывали подножие частокола). The latter was of logs, as were all the buildings within (последний был из бревен, так же были = так же как и все здания внутри него), including the donjon (to dignify it by that appellation) (включая донжон (чтобы облагородить его таким названием)), in which were the governor's quarters, overlooking the stockade and the sullen river (в котором были = было жилье губернатора, выходящее на частокол и зловещую реку; to overlook — выходить на, возвышаться над ). Beyond that river lay a huge forest, which approached jungle-like density along the spongy shores (за этой рекой лежал огромный лес, который приближался к плотности, как у джунглей = был густой, как джунгли вдоль вязких берегов; sponge — губка ). Men paced the runways along the log parapet day and night, watching that dense green wall (люди расхаживали /по/ помостам вдоль бревенчатого парапета днем и ночью, наблюдая /за/ этой плотной зеленой стеной). Seldom a menacing figure appeared (/весьма/ редко появлялась угрожающая фигура), but the sentries knew that they too were watched (но часовые знали, что они были наблюдаемы = за ними наблюдают тоже), fiercely, hungrily, with the mercilessness of ancient hate (люто, жадно, с беспощадностью древней ненависти). The forest beyond the river might seem desolate and vacant of life to the ignorant eye (лес за рекой, возможно, казался необитаемым и лишенным жизни несведущему глазу), but life teemed there, not alone of bird and beast and reptile, but also of men, the fiercest of all the hunting beasts (но жизнь кишела там, не только птиц и зверей и рептилий, но и людей, самых свирепых из всех охотящихся = хищных зверей).

quarter [ˈkwɔ: tə], dense [dens], hate [heɪt]

Fort Tuscelan stood on the eastern bank of Black River, the tides of which washed the foot of the stockade. The latter was of logs, as were all the buildings within, including the donjon (to dignify it by that appellation), in which were the governor's quarters, overlooking the stockade and the sullen river. Beyond that river lay a huge forest, which approached jungle-like density along the spongy shores. Men paced the runways along the log parapet day and night, watching that dense green wall. Seldom a menacing figure appeared, but the sentries knew that they too were watched, fiercely, hungrily, with the mercilessness of ancient hate. The forest beyond the river might seem desolate and vacant of life to the ignorant eye, but life teemed there, not alone of bird and beast and reptile, but also of men, the fiercest of all the hunting beasts.