Илья Франк - Английский язык с Э. Хемингуэем. Снега Килиманджар

rifle [raIfl], corral [kO'rRl, kq'rRl], reward [rI'wLd]

About the half-wit chore boy who was left at the ranch that time and told not to let any one get any hay, and that old bastard from the Forks who had beaten the boy when he had worked for him stopping to get some feed. The boy refusing and the old man saying he would beat him again. The boy got the rifle from the kitchen and shot him when he tried to come into the barn and when they came back to the ranch he'd been dead a week, frozen in the corral, and the dogs had eaten part of him. But what was left you packed on a sled wrapped in a blanket and roped on and you got the boy to help you haul it, and the two of you took it out over the road on skis, and sixty miles down to town to turn the boy over. He having no idea that he would be arrested. Thinking he had done his duty and that you were his friend and he would be rewarded. He'd helped to haul the old man in so everybody could know how bad the old man had been and how he'd tried to steal some feed that didn't belong to him, and when the sheriff put the hand-cuffs on the boy he couldn't believe it. Then he'd started to cry. That was one story he had saved to write. He knew at least twenty good stories from out there and he had never written one. Why?

"You tell them why (/попробуй/ скажи, почему)," he said.

"Why what, dear (что “почему”, дорогой)?"

"Why nothing (ничего)."

She didn't drink so much, now, since she had him (она теперь не пила так много, с тех пор как у нее был он). But if he lived he would never write about her (но если даже он выживет, он никогда не напишет о ней), he knew that now (теперь он это знал /наверняка/). Nor about any of them (ни о ком из них). The rich were dull and they drank too much (богатые скучны, и они слишком много пьют), or they played too much backgammon [22] backgammon — бакгаммон, вид триктрака для двух игроков, имеющих по пятнадцать шашек; разыгрывается на доске бросанием костей. (или слишком много играют в бакгаммон). They were dull and they were repetitious (они скучны и говорят и ведут себя все одинаково; repetitious — повторяющийся; repetition — повторение ). He remembered poor Julian [23] В первом издании рассказа речь шла о “poor Scott Fitzgerald”. В начале рассказа Ф. Скотта Фитцджеральда “Молодой богач” (The Rich Boy) есть слова: ''Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me.'' (Позвольте мне рассказать об очень богатых людях. Они не похожи на нас с вами). and his romantic awe of them (он вспомнил бедного = беднягу Джулиана и его восторженное благоговение перед ними) and how he had started a story once that began (и как он однажды начал /писать/ рассказ, который начинался), "The very rich are different from you and me (очень богатые люди не похожи на нас с вами: «отличны от вас и меня»)." And how some one had said to Julian (и как кто-то сказал Джулиану), Yes, they have more money (да = разумется , у них денег больше). But that was not humorous to Julian (но Джулиан не понял шутки: «это не было смешным для Джулиана»). He thought they were a special glamorous race (он считал их особой таинственной/вызывающей восхищение расой; glamor /или glamour/ — волшебство, чары; романтический ореол ) and when he found they weren't (и когда он убедился, что они не /такие/; to find — находить, обнаруживать; убеждаться ) it wrecked him just as much as any other thing that wrecked him (это согнуло его не меньше, чем что-либо другое: «так же сильно, как любая другая вещь, которая его сгибала»; to wreck — терпеть крушение; рушить/ся/; подрывать, губить; wreck — остатки кораблекрушения; развалины; крушение ).

He had been contemptuous of those who wrecked (он презирал тех, кто сгибается /под ударами жизни/; contemptuous — презрительный; пренебрежительный; contempt — презрение ). You did not have to like it because you understood it (ему не должно было это нравиться, потому что он понимал это). He could beat anything, he thought (он сможет справиться с чем угодно, думал он; to beat — бить, колотить; побеждать; превосходить ), because no thing could hurt him if he did not care (потому что ничто не сможет причинить ему боль, если он не придает /этому/ значения; to care — беспокоиться, волноваться; проявлять интерес ).

All right. Now he would not care for death (хорошо = значит , сейчас он не станет придавать значения смерти). One thing he had always dreaded was the pain (единственное, чего он всегда боялся, — это боли). He could stand pain as well as any man (он мог выносить боль как мужчина: «так же хорошо, как = не хуже, чем какой угодно мужчина»), until it went on too long (пока = если только она не продолжалась слишком долго), and wore him out (и /не/ изматывала его; to wear out — изнашивать; изнурять, изматывать ), but here he had something that had hurt frightfully (но здесь = в этот раз мучения были ужасны: «у него было то, что болело ужасно») and just when he had felt it breaking him, the pain had stopped (и когда он уже чувствовал, что это = боль его сломит/победит, она прекратилась).

repetitious ["repI'tISqs], glamorous ['glxmqrqs], wreck [rek], contemptuous [kqn'tempCVqs], dread [dred]

"You tell them why," he said.

"Why what, dear?"

"Why nothing."

She didn't drink so much, now, since she had him. But if he lived he would never write about her, he knew that now. Nor about any of them. The rich were dull and they drank too much, or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how some one had said to Julian, Yes, they have more money. But that was not humorous to Julian. He thought they were a special glamorous race and when he found they weren't it wrecked him just as much as any other thing that wrecked him.

He had been contemptuous of those who wrecked. You did not have to like it because you understood it. He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care.