Уильям Моэм: Мистер Всезнайка. Рассказы

"I wonder if they've got any chocolate (интересно, есть ли у них какие-нибудь шоколадные эклеры)," said Beatrice.

"Of course they have (конечно, у них есть)."

And of course they had (и, конечно, /они/ у них были). Frank thrust one whole into her huge mouth (Фрэнк засунула один /эклер/ целиком в свой огромный рот), swallowed it and seized another (проглотила его и схватила еще один), but before she ate it she looked at the other two (но прежде чем она съела его, она посмотрела на двух других /женщин/) and plunged a vindictive dagger into the heart of the monstrous Lena (и воткнула кинжал мести в сердце чудовищной Лины; to plunge— погружаться/;to plunge a dagger into/smb./ — пронзить кого-либо кинжалом;vindictive— мстительный ).

"You can say what you like (вы можете говорить, что хотите; tolike— любить, нравиться; хотеть ), but the truth is she played a damned rotten game of bridge, really (но правда /в том, что/ она играла /в/ чертовски отвратительную игру /в/ бридж = она чертовски плохо играла в бридж , вообще-то)."

"Lousy," agreed Arrow (паршиво, — согласилась Эрроу).

But Beatrice suddenly thought she would like a meringue (а Беатрис вдруг подумала, /что/ ей хотелось бы меренгу; meringue— меренга /французский десерт из взбитых и запеченных яичных белков с сахаром/ ).

dissolve [dI`zOlv], йclair [eI`kleq, I`kleq, `eIkleq], meringue [mq`rxN]

"Bring me a dry Martini," said Arrow.

"You can't have a dry Martini in the middle of a meal, Arrow," said Frank.

"Can't I? You wait and see."

"All right then. Bring me a double dry Martini," said Frank.

"Bring three double dry Martinis," said Beatrice.

They were brought and drunk at a gulp. The women looked at one another and sighed. The misunderstandings of the last fortnight dissolved and the sincere affection each had for the other welled up again in their hearts. They could hardly believe that they had ever contemplated the possibility of severing a friendship that had brought them so much solid satisfaction. They finished the potatoes.

"I wonder if they've got any chocolate йclairs," said Beatrice.

"Of course they have."

And of course they had. Frank thrust one whole into her huge mouth, swallowed it and seized another, but before she ate it she looked at the other two and plunged a vindictive dagger into the heart of the monstrous Lena.

"You can say what you like, but the truth is she played a damned rotten game of bridge, really."

"Lousy," agreed Arrow.

But Beatrice suddenly thought she would like a meringue.