Джон Голсуорси: Собственник - английский и русский параллельные тексты

Форсайты, смешавшиеся в этот день с толпой остальных гостей, казались более, чем обычно, парадными и блистательно респектабельными, в их самоуверенности было чтото настороженно-пытливое, они как будто нарядились для того, чтобы бросить кому-то вызов.The habitual sniff on the face of Soames Forsyte had spread through their ranks; they were on their guard.Обычная презрительная гримаса, застывшая на лице Сомса Форсайта, отражалась и на их лицах: они были начеку.The subconscious offensiveness of their attitude has constituted old Jolyon's 'home' the psychological moment of the family history, made it the prelude of their drama.Наступательная позиция, занятая ими бессознательно, стала некой психологической вехой в истории семьи и сделала прием у старого Джолиона прелюдией к их драме.The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and-the sniff.Форсайты протестовали против чего-то, и не каждый в отдельности, а всей семьей; этот протест выражался подчеркнутой безукоризненностью туалетов, избытком родственного радушия, преувеличением роли семьи и... презрительной гримасой.Danger-so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual-was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.Опасность, неминуемо обнажающую основные качества любого общества, группы или индивидуума, - вот что чуяли Форсайты; предчувствие опасности заставило их навести лоск на свои доспехи.For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.Впервые за все время у семьи появилось инстинктивное чувство непосредственной близости чего-то необычного и ненадежного.

Over against the piano a man of bulk and stature was wearing two waistcoats on his wide chest, two waistcoats and a ruby pin, instead of the single satin waistcoat and diamond pin of more usual occasions, and his shaven, square, old face, the colour of pale leather, with pale eyes, had its most dignified look, above his satin stock.	Около рояля стоял крупный, осанистый человек, два жилета облекали его широкую грудь - два жилета с рубиновой булавкой вместо одного атласного с булавкой бриллиантовой, что приличествовало менее торжественным случаям; его квадратное бритое лицо цвета пергамента и белесые глаза сияли величием поверх атласного галстука.
This was Swithin Forsyte.	Это был Суизин Форсайт.
Close to the window, where he could get more than his fair share of fresh air, the other twin, James-the fat and the lean of it, old Jolyon called these brothers-like the bulky Swithin, over six feet in height, but very lean, as though destined from his birth to strike a balance and maintain an average, brooded over the scene with his permanent stoop; his grey eyes had an air of fixed absorption in some secret worry, broken at intervals by a rapid, shifting scrutiny of surrounding facts; his cheeks, thinned by two parallel folds, and a long, clean-shaven upper lip, were framed within Dundreary whiskers.	У окна, где можно было захватить побольше свежего воздуха, стоял близнец Суизина, Джемс, -"толстый и тощий", прозвал их старый Джолион. Как и Суизин, Джемс был более шести футов роста, но очень худой, словно ему с самого рождения суждено было искупать своей худобой чрезмерную дородность брата. Джемс стоял, как всегда, сгорбившись, и хмуро поглядывал по сторонам; в его серых глазах застыла какая-то тревожная мысль, от которой он время от времени отвлекался и обводил окружающих быстрым, беглым взглядом; запавшие щеки с двумя параллельными складками и выдававшуюся вперед чисто выбритую длинную верхнюю губу обрамляли густые пушистые бакенбарды.
In his hands he turned and turned a piece of china.	В руках он вертел фарфоровую вазу.

Not far off, listening to a lady in brown, his only son Soames, pale and well-shaved, dark-haired, rather bald, had poked his chin up sideways, carrying his nose with that aforesaid appearance of 'sniff,' as though despising an egg which he knew he could not digest. Behind him his cousin, the tall George, son of the fifth Forsyte, Roger, had a Quilpish look on his fleshy face, pondering one of his sardonic jests. Something inherent to the occasion had affected them all. Seated in a row close to one another were three ladies-Aunts Ann, Hester (the two Forsyte maids), and Juley (short for Julia), who not in first youth had so far forgotten herself as to marry Septimus Small, a man of poor constitution. She had survived him for many years. With her elder and younger sister she lived now in the house of Timothy, her sixth and youngest brother, on the Bayswater Road. Each of these ladies held fans in their hands, and each with some touch of colour, some emphatic feather or brooch, testified to the solemnity of the opportunity. In the centre of the room, under the chandelier, as became a host, stood the head of the family, old Jolyon himself. Eighty years of age, with his fine, white hair, his dome-like forehead, his little, dark grey eyes, and an immense white moustache, which drooped and spread below the level of his strong jaw, he had a patriarchal look, and in spite of lean cheeks and hollows at his temples, seemed master of perennial youth. He held himself extremely upright, and his shrewd, steady eyes had lost none of their clear shining. Thus he gave an impression of superiority to the doubts and dislikes of smaller men. Having had his own way for innumerable years, he had earned a prescriptive right to it. It would never have occurred to old Jolyon that it was necessary to wear a look of doubt or of defiance. Between him and the four other brothers who were present, James, Swithin, Nicholas, and Roger, there was much difference, much similarity. In turn, each of these four brothers was very different from the other, yet they, too, were alike. Through the varying features and expression of those five faces could be marked a certain steadfastness of chin, underlying surface distinctions, marking a racial stamp, too prehistoric to trace, too remote and permanent to discuss-the very hall-mark and guarantee of the family fortunes. Among the younger generation, in the tall, bull-like George, in pallid strenuous Archibald, in young Nicholas with his sweet and tentative obstinacy, in the grave and foppishly determined Eustace, there was this same stamp-less meaningful perhaps, but unmistakable-a sign of something ineradicable in the family soul. At one time or another during the afternoon, all these faces, so dissimilar and so alike, had worn an expression of distrust, the object of which was undoubtedly the man whose acquaintance they were thus assembled to make. Philip Bosinney

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