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ЛЕКСИЧЕСКИЕ, ГРАММАТИЧЕСКИЕ
И СТИЛИСТИЧЕСКИЕ ПРОБЛЕМЫ ПЕРЕВОДА
Сборник упражнений по переводу
литературного текста с английского языка на русский
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и отделения «Регионоведение» исторического факультета
Лексические, грамматические и стилистические проблемы перевода: Сборник упражнений по переводу литературного
текста с английского языка на русский (для студентов факультета иностранных языков и отделения «Регионоведение» исторического факультета) / Сост. С.К. Калинкина. – Омск: Омск. гос.
ун-т, 2003. – 68 с.
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на преодоление трудностей лексического, грамматического и стилистического характера. В упражнениях представлены многозначные и
широкозначные лексические единицы, фразеологизмы, реалии, авторские неологизмы, стилистические приемы и нормативные отклонения индивидуального и коллективного типа, препозитивные атрибутивные словосочетания, модальные глаголы и комплексы с неличными формами глагола, которые могут быть переданы при переводе
на русский язык с помощью эквивалентных, вариантных и контекстуальных соответствий, а также переводческих трансформаций.
Материалом для упражнений послужили примеры из произведений преимущественно английских и американских авторов XIX и XX
веков.
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СОДЕРЖАНИЕ
Упр. 1. Найдите эквивалентные, вариантные или контекстуальные
соответствия подчеркнутым словам..............................................................4
Упр. 2. Будьте внимательны при переводе «ложных друзей
переводчика» ...................................................................................................9
Упр. 3. Используйте лексические и лексико-грамматические
трансформации при переводе следующих предложений ...........................13
Упр. 4. Сделайте необходимые преобразования при переводе
фразеологических единиц .............................................................................18
Упр. 5. Обратите внимание на реалии при переводе следующих
предложений...................................................................................................23
Упр. 6. Найдите способы перевода препозитивных атрибутивных
словосочетаний...............................................................................................29
Упр. 7. Используйте грамматические замены для словообразований
по конверсии, окказионализмов и авторских неологизмов........................34
Упр. 8. Переведите данные предложения, используя грамматические
трансформации ...............................................................................................38
Упр. 9. Примите во внимание оттенки модальности, передаваемые
модальными глаголами, при переводе следующих предложений.............42
Упр. 10. Передайте лексические и синтаксические стилистические
приемы, использованные в следующих предложениях..............................47
Упр. 11. Обратите особое внимание на передачу фонетических
и графических стилистических средств .......................................................53
Упр. 12. Передайте отклонения от нормы индивидуального
и коллективного характера, использованные в данных предложениях ....58
Список сокращений ..................................................................................66
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Упр. 1. Найдите эквивалентные, вариантные
или контекстуальные соответствия подчеркнутым словам
1. I did not catch what was going on at first, and was extremely surprised at noticing George hurriedly smooth out his trousers, ruffle up his hair,
and sit down in a graceful attitude, and try to hide his feet. (J.K.J.)
2. You kept from thinking and it was all marvellous. You were equipped
with good insides so that you did not go to pieces that way … and you made an
attitude that you cared nothing for the work you used to do, now that you could
no longer do it. (E.H.)
3. Phuong stood in the passage and Pyle had his hands on her shoulders:
from their attitude they might have parted from a kiss. (G.G.)
4. (Tom Sawyer in the cave) Tom was in agony. At last he was satisfied
that time had ceased ans eternity began. (M.T.)
5. "My wife did not like Spain, she went back to Camberwell, she was more
at home there." "Oh, I'm sorry for that." "Life is full of compensations." (W.S.M.)
6. "I should like a glass of Madeira to-night." "There's champagne, James."
James shook his head. "No body," he said. "I can't get any good out of it." (J.G.)
7. As for the gravy, it was a poem – a little too rich, perhaps, for a weak
stomach, but nutritious. (J.K.J.)
8. We fixed the sail, not exactly upside down – more sideways like –
and we tied it up to the mast with the painter, which we cut off for the purpose.
(J.K.J.)
9. Val watched the slow liquid filling his glass, the essential oil of the
old wine glazing the surface; inhaled its aroma, and thought, "Now for it!" It
was a rich moment. He sipped, and a gentle glow spread in his veins, already
heated. With a rapid look round, he said, "I joined the Imperial Yeomanry today, Granny," and emptied his glass as though drinking the health of his own
act. (J.G.)
10. In twenty-two minutes twenty-two boys had materially increased their
weight, and he himself, in handing out the contents, had been obliged to eat less
than a twenty-third … He had been against Communism ever since. (J.G.)
11. "Ah," he said at last, "you'll get yourself into a mess one of these
days, I can see. You want your own way in everything." Visited by one of his
strange bursts of philosophy, he added, "Like that you were born, and like that
you'll stay until you die." (J.G.)
12. "The real trouble," said Norah Curfew, "apart from the shilling earned
is the class-interference idea. Besides, Imperialism isn't popular." (J.G.)
13. Beside me, watching the lake for artistic effects … is Cosmo
Monkhouse, who is soon after to have his own obituary notices as a Civil
Servant by necessity, and by chance a loving student of the arts, and even a bit
of a poet. (G.B.Sh.)
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14. A problem without a solution may interest the student, but can hardly
fail to annoy the casual reader. (A.C.D.)
15. I happened to know he was a student of Wordsworth and wrote nature
poems. (G.G.)
16. The orderly was a youth of about twenty-two, of medium height, and
well built. He had strong, heavy limbs, was swarthy, with a soft black, young
moustache. (D.H.L.)
17. Rosemary lit a fresh cigarette. (K.M.)
18. "You have a case, Holmes?" I remarked. "The faculty of deduction is
certainly contagious, Watson," he answered. "It has enabled you to prove my
secret. Yes, I have a case." (A.C.D.)
19. "I didn't know," said Father Brown smiling, "that you were a patron of
the New Art." "I didn't know that you were," retorted the other. "I came here to
catch a man." "I hope you will have good sport." (G.K.Ch.)
20. Trying to discover who they were, he tripped over his long brown
habit as he passed, and the low bee-like voice of the young actress called out
after him: "I say, Brother Bono, don't be in a hurry." (H.E.B.)
21. He bathed, telephoned for his breakfast, and his favourite barber,
dressed in a symphony of purple and gray, and set out for Broadway. (R.L.)
22. "I would like to use my remaining time with you to remind you that this
case is not a difficult one, it requires no minute sifting of complicated facts." (H.L.)
23. Gordon rose and, picking up one of the shirts, gave it a minute
examination. (F.S.F.)
24. Nick's father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it
was heating he spoke to Nick. "This lady is going to have a baby, Nick," he
said. "I know", said Nick. (E.H.)
25. Judge Taylor nodded, and then Atticus did something I never saw him
do before or since, in public or in private: he unbuttoned his vest, unbuttoned
his collar, loosened his tie, and took off his coat. (H.L.)
26. In New York I eagerly accepted the soft job fate offered me: it
consisted mainly of thinking up and editing perfume ads. (V.N.)
27. "I'm afraid something's happened, sir. The German's gone. Sir."
"Gone?" "Hanged himself." "Good God! Hanged! But why?" "He's been very
funny these last three days." (J.G.)
28. As James had phrased it, "There it was!" No use to fuss! Nothing to
be had out of admitting that it had been a "nasty jar" – in the phraseology of the
day. (J.G.)
29. As he vanished into the bathroom his visitor's dark eyes roved nervously around the room, resting for a moment on a great English travelling bag
in the corner and on a family of thick silk shirts littered on the chairs amid impressive neckties and soft woolen socks. (F.S.F.)
30. As he pulled up, another car came up to a gliding stop alongside, and
a very striking looking, athletically lean young woman (where had I seen her?)
with a high complexion and shoulder length brilliant bronze hair, greeted Lo
with a ringing "Hi!" – and then, addressing me, effusively, elusively (placed!),
stressing certain words, said: "What a shame it was to tear Dolly away from the
play …" (V.N.)
31. To my surprise I found her dressed. She was sitting on the edge of the
bed in slacks and T-shirt, and was looking at me as if she could not quite place
me. (V.N.)
32. The uneasiness of the Forsyte family has been justified by the simple
mention of the hat … The author of the uneasiness stood talking to June by the
farther door … (J.G.)
33. He was seldom, indeed, far from Irene's side at public functions …
and he could be seen following her about with his eyes. (J.G.)
34. She thought of June's father, young Jolyon, who had run away with
that foreign girl. Ah! What a sad blow to his father and to them all … A little
water stood in her eyes. (J.G.)
35. He spoke with relish, as though he felt that he was cheering up his old
aunt … "You're so clever with all those things," said Aunt Ann. "And how's
dear Irene?" Soames' smile died. (J.G.)
36. Difficult to believe it was so long ago, he felt young still! … With his
white head and his loneliness he had remained young and green at heart. (J.G.)
37. He returned to teach in London, then went back to America, thereafter
making regular, sometimes prolonged, visits to the English philosophical scene.
As he retained a tender relation with his parents, his face was occasionally,
until his mother's death, to be seen in Ennistone, and his fame was kept green
among us. (I.M.)
38. There was June, the atom with flaming hair, who had climbed all over
him, twined and twisted herself about him – about his heart that was made to be
the plaything and beloved resort of tiny helpless things. (J.G.)
39. When in the first week of December he decided to go to Paris, he was
far from admitting that Irene's presence was influencing him. He had not been
there two days before he owned that the wish to see her had been more than
half the reason. (J.G.)
40. She owned that to be alone in Paris was a little difficult, and yet, Paris
was so full of its own life, it was often, she confessed, as innocuous as a desert.
(J.G.)
41. "We'll meet at the Main Recruiting Office, then," said Jolly, "at
twelve o'clock." And, opening the window, he went out on to the terrace,
conforming to the creed which had made him retire when he surprised them in
the hall. (J.G.)
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42. With a rapid look round, he said, "I joined the Imperial Yeomanry today, Granny", and emptied his glass as though drinking the health of his own
act. "What!" It was mother's desolute little word. (J.G.)
43. Annette's clear eyes opened; a little smile came on her lips. "Yes?"
she said. (J.G.)
44. The plough had gone over him and he was dismembered. Grief and
remorse were pale names for his condition. (I.M.)
45. … he fought the Peninsular, the Seven Years, the Thirty Years, and
other wars, about which he had been reading of late in a big "History of
Europe" which had been his grandfather's. He altered them to suit his genius,
and fought them all over the floor in his day nursery, so that nobody could
come in, for fearing of disturbing Gustavus Adolphus, King of Sweden, of
treading on an army of Austrians. (J.G.)
46. She wore a rumpled pink Kimono and frayed pink mules with
lopsided bows on them. (D.H.)
47. Once in his early life, surprised reading by a nightlight, he had said
fatuously, "I was just turning over the leaves, Mum," and his mother had replied: "Jon, never tell stories, because of your face – nobody will ever believe
them." (J.G.)
48. Just as he passed the seat of custom on his return to the outer air he
met with a contingency which had not been entirely absent from his mind when
he went into the Gallery – Irene, herself, coming in. (J.G.)
49. He trifled moodily with his strawberries, then, deluging them with
cream, he ate them quickly; they, at all events, should not escape him. (J.G.)
50. A silver tray was brought, with German plums. There was a lengthy
pause. In perfect harmony all were eating them. Bosinney counted up the
stones: This year – next year – some time –" (J.G.)
51. … all three entered the house together; Swithin in front making play
with a stout gold-mounted Malacca cane, put into his hand by Adolf, for his
knees were feeling the effects of their long stay in the same position. He had assumed his fur coat, to guard against the draughts of the unfinished house. (J.G.)
52. All waited with interest. Old Jolyon held up his hand; dark-rimmed
glasses depending between his finger and thumb quivered slightly with a
suggestion of menace. (J.G.)
53. … they did not seem to mind each other's presence in the least, and wore
their ties bunching out at the ends, white waistcoats, and socks with clocks. (J.G.)
54. He found Irene seated at the piano with her hands arrested on the
keys, evidently listening to the voices in the hall. (J.G.)
55. He sat thinking it over, and staring at the empty grate, for though
autumn had come, the weather kept as gloriously fine that year as though it
were still high August. (J.G.)
56. This, the first private English house he had ever proposed to enter
inspired him with a certain uneasiness, as of a man who expects to part with a
family ghost. (J.G.)
57. In the eyes of a British Jury, the character of a fast young lady, and the
character of the same young lady publicly engaged to a member of Parliament,
with wealth and a handle to his name, would not be at all the same thing. (J.G.)
58. Having cleaned his teeth, put in his plate, and brushed his hair,
Soames went into the adjoining room and told Annette she would be late. (J.G.)
59. Pushing back the breakfast-table, so violently that it groaned, Soames
got up. "What is it, Soames?" said Annette. "Have you broken your plate again?
You should not bite so hard." (J.G.)
60. "It's a very nice air," said Mary Jane. "I'm sorry you were not in the
voice to-night." (J.J.)
61. She has a music lesson at ten o'clock. At the thought the minor
movement of the Beethoven begins to play in her head, the trills long and
terrible like little rolling drums… (K.M.)
62. Nothing thrills me so much as meeting a film star in real life, and I
had been a fan of Mars for years. (I. M.)
63. In the event of your education being finished before that time, he left
me with complete discretion to withhold this allowance should I not consider
your course of life satisfactory. (E.W.)
64. More food was brought them. Mr. Prendergast ate with a hearty
appetite. (E.W.)
65. … Paul, with unaccustomed prodigality, bought two new ties, three
pairs of shoes, an umbrella and a set of Proust. (E.W.)
66. Half an hour later, as she was finishing her Poached Salmon with
Lemon Butter, Salad, and New Potatoes, Julia Stevens had been put in the
picture about Ted Brooks. (C.D.)
67. On her way home, well over an hour and a half later, she bought two
salmon fillets, a pack of butter, and a carton of ecologically friendly washingup liquid. (C.D.)
68. After returning to the slipway, he took the Warden to one side and put
to him some of the questions that were exercising his mind. (C.D.)
69. Perhaps in the Pitt Rivers cabinets, in those slightly somber, sunless
galleries, the objects displayed there – the artifacts, the relics from the past –
were leaving only very faint impressions, like the utensils in Mrs. Lewis's
kitchen-cupboards. (C.D.)
70. The introduction of Winifred accomplished, they leaped the weather
and spoke of the war. (J.G.)
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Упр. 2. Будьте внимательны при переводе
«ложных друзей переводчика»
1. He was afraid of what Annette was thinking of him, author of her
agonies, afraid of the look of the baby, afraid of showing his disappointment
with the present and – the future. (J.G.)
2. There was no more doubt, only a sharp indignant agony as though she
had been stabbed with a dagger of ice. (A.E.C.)
3. If you think that in such a delicate matter as decoration I can bind
myself to the exact pound, I am afraid you are mistaken. (J.G.)
4. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit. Touch it and the bloom is
gone. (O.W.)
5. The announcement of Marjorie Ferrar's engagement to MacGown had
materially changed the complexion of affairs. (J.G.)
6. Her complexion was not good and her face was covered with blotches
that indicated ill health. (J.G.)
7. The tragic event of Bosinney's death altered the complexion of everything. (J.G.)
8. No woman should be quite accurate about her age. (O.W.)
9. I don't play accurately – anyone can play accurately – but I play with
wonderful expression. As far as the music is concerned, sentiment is my forte.
(O.W.)
10. "Don't be dramatic, Lilian," he commented indifferently. "I'm not
such a loss to you if you have enough to live on." (Th.D.)
11. We said how strange it was that there should be a popular notion that
Germans hadn't any sense of humour. (J.K.J.)
12. Indeed, in fifty seconds, his opinion of Manson, his whole idea of
Manson's usefulness to him, had undergone a swift and sudden revolution.
(A.J.G.)
13. Her pain struck at my pain: we were back at the old routine of hurting
each other. (G.G.)
14. He forgot most of the scandal he was told ten minutes after he heard
it. (R.A.)
15. Arthur came across the room with velvet tread. (E.L.V.)
16. A lady in a velvet jacket was sitting there, with her eyes fixed on the
ground. (J.G.)
17. Behind a cold exterior the most extraordinary events transpired in her
mind. (Sh.A.)
18. Turning to see at what she was looking he saw his own wife on
Bosinney's arm, coming from the conservatory at the end of the room. (J.G.)
19. He was strongly built, with curly hair that seemed to show all the
vitality of a fine constitution. (J.G.)
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20. It seemed as if one were talking to a genial host. (S.L.)
21. Encouraged by those gracious words, and by my aunt's extending her
hand, he came forward.
22. He cut the cake and poured out the gingerbeer. He was more genial than
Philip had ever known him, more at his ease, a man in his own home. (G.G.)
23. He had never cared for this room, hardly going into it from one year's
end to another, except to take cigars from the Japanese cabinet in the corner. (J.G.)
24. She did something every child had done – she tried to put the evidence of her offence away from her. But in this case she was no child hiding
stolen contraband: she struck out at her victim. (H.L.)
25. Ruth Barlow had a gift (or should I call it a quality?) that renders most
men defeneless, and it was this that dispossessed Roger of his common sense, his
prudence and his worldly wisdom. This was the gift of pathos. (W.S.M.)
26. Of course the water is very cold, but after a few seconds it seems to
coat the body in a kind of warm silvery skin, as if one had acquired the scales
of a merman. The challenged blood rejoices with a new strength. Yet, this is
my natural element. (I.M.)
27. When, having by the end of the evening lost a good deal of money to
me, she said she would send me a cheque and never did, I could not but think that
I and not she should have worn a pathetic expression when next we met. (W.S.M.)
28. He remained attentive to all her wishes: he took her to dine at restaurants, they went to the play together, he sent her flowers; he was sympathetic and
charming. (W.S.M.)
29. He had not come down for lunch. Mother May had brought him a
tasty anonymous soup which he had quite enjoyed. (I.M.)
30. …he was determined – I learnt that very soon – to do good, not to any
individual person but to a country, a continent, a world. Well, he was in his
element now with the whole universe to improve. (G.G.)
31. I have no ambition to play the part of a mother. (O.W.)
32. The sun was just rising as the march began – it was a gallant sight.
(W.M.)
33. The impulse to interfere leapt suddenly into Mr. Hoopdriver's mind.
(H.G.)
34. The house owned a copper door knocker of individual design. (J.G.)
35. He strode along in his rough Norfolk jacket, dusty boots, and battered
hat, without observing that people gazed at him rather blankly. (J.G.)
36. The spectacle of his suffering convinced him that he had been a brute,
yet in the soul of him he could not see how or why. (J.L.)
37. Howells himself, a day labourer at the quarries, had been laid up three
months with pleurisy, for which no compensation was payable, and now Mrs.
Howells, a delicate woman, already run off her feet attending to one invalid in
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addition to her work of cleaning Bethesda Chapel was called upon to make
provision for another. (A.J.)
38. Swain and Koppel uttered a series of inarticulate gurgles. Doctor
Caswell, exercising his professional self – control with a supreme effort, said:
"Congratulations, Mister Ellsworth…" (R.G.)
39. He was aware that in most cases they (his characters) were either
projections of his own personality or, in different forms, the antithesis of it. the
Me and the Not Me. (L.P.H.)
40. Supposing those postcards are a lunatic's, and you are writing them to
yourself, doesn't it follow that you must be a lunatic too? (L.P.H.)
41. But there were other objects of delight and interest claiming his
instant attention: there were quaint twisted candlesticks in the shape of snakes,
and a teapot fashioned like a china duck, out of whose open beak the tea was
supposed to come … And as he was admiring the colouring of the mandarin
duck and assigning a life-history to it, the voice of his aunt came from the
gooseberry garden without. (H.M.)
42. 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. (J.G.)
43. He was no longer young, with hair going gray, and face – a narrower
replica of his father's, with the same large drooping moustache – decidedly
worn. (J.G.)
44. Tom came and kissed Stella on the brow, stroked her hair lightly, then
put Zed down carefully on the chequered rug in the warm depression between
Stella's legs and the edge of the sofa, where the little dog settled down quietly
as at a post of duty. (I.M.)
45. Tom raced upstairs. He thought, the sitting-room ceiling will come
down. But all was well. An interesting funnel at one end of the bath conveyed
the overflowing water into a depression in the tiled floor where it ran away
harmlessly through a grating. (I.M.)
46. While Clement and the girls were away Louise had telephoned the
police and given them Anax's description; and the police were so understanding
and sympathetic, and now policemen all over London would be looking for
Anax, and as he was such an unusual and beautiful dog they would be sure to
find him. (I.M.)
47. For two nights now Harvey had slept on the floor in the narrow space
between the extended bed and the bathroom door. The bed, on his mother's
insistence, remained extended all day, instead of being folded into its cupboard.
Progress from the front door to the bathroom was over the bed. (I.M.)
48. He longed to inform Irene of the taste in his mouth – she was so sympathetic – but it would not be a distinguished thing to do; he rolled his tongue
round, and faintly smacked it against his palate. (J.G.)
49. She had been such a companion to him ever since she was three years
old! And he loved her so! (J.G.)
50. He stayed a long time without moving, living over again those days
when he, too, had sat long hours watching the clock, waiting for the minutes to
pass – long hours full of the torments of uncertainty, and of a fierce, sweet aching; and the slow, delicious agony of that season came back to him with its old
poignancy. (J.G.)
51. But when June came down, her face was pinched and piteous; there
was a strained, pathetic look in her eyes. (J.G.)
52. "I suppose Irene's put her foot down – it's not material to me." (J.G.)
53. Of her he thought more than of his own daughter, more than of them
all – of her with the dark, soft glance, the delicate passive face, waiting for the
dead man, waiting even at that moment, perhaps, still and patient in the
sunlight. (J.G.)
54. Those privileged to be present at a family festival of the Forsytes have
seen that charming and instructive sight – an uppermiddle class family in full
plumage. (J.G.)
55. Her hair, brushed in fine, high curves back from her forehead, was
going gray, like his own, and this grayness made the sudden vivid colour in her
cheeks painfully pathetic. (J.G.)
56. I didn't want to embark on a routine series of questions and answers.
What did it matter why I had come? I didn't know myself. (I.M.)
57. If this meeting of two declared enemies had in it something dramatic,
neither perceived it at the moment. It was just intensely unpleasant to them
both. (J.G.)
58. He listened to her evidence with close attention. Her account of the
incident in Fleur's drawing-room seemed substantially correct. (J.G.)
59. Mrs Davidson scanned his face. She had a dramatic eagerness to see
that she had achieved the desired effect. (W.S.M.)
60. For a long moment we looked at each other in silence. Like a filling
glass I felt my soul rise into my eyes; and in the intense equilibrium of the
meeting we both experienced almost a moment of contemplation. (I.M.)
61. "What's more, he wears combinations. I saw it in his washing-book
one day when I was fetching him his hat. I think combinations are rather awful,
don't you?" (E.W.)
62. Dr. Fagan greeted them with genial condescension and found them
seats. (E.W.)
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63. Why was it, Paul wondered, that everyone he met seemed to
specialize in this form of autobiography? He supposed he must have a
sympathetic air. (E.W.)
64. … only his intimate friends and a few specially favoured pupils knew
that behind his mild and professional exterior he concealed an ardent ambition
to serve in the public life of his generation. (E.W.)
65. Dingy gave him a large slice of cake, and he hobbled out surrounded
by a sympathetic crowd. (E.W.)
66. Fresh from her triumph over "that little snob", fluttered by the sudden
appearance of her past, and confronted with her present, she was not in
complete possession of her head. (J.G.)
67. Julia was too sensible to argue; and in any case she understood only
too well, for she'd experienced exactly the same the day before when she'd sat
on a bar-stool there, alone, feeling … well, feeling "all full up", as Brenda had
so economically phrased it. (C.D.)
68. The silent weeping had subsided into intermittent snuffling as Julia
finished reading the agonized and agonizing pages. (C.D.)
69. The Administrator unlocked a filing-cabinet beside her and produced
a green folder marked "Brooks, E"; Morse looked through the half-dozen sheets
it contained. (C.D.)
70. He felt like a prince returned from exile, and his lonely heart
burgeoned in the geniality in which it bathed. (J.L.)
Упр. 3. Используйте лексические и лексико-грамматические
трансформации при переводе следующих предложений
1. His eyes moved to the chair over which she had thrown some of her
clothes. A petticoat string dangled to the floor. One boot stood upright, its limp
upper fallen down: the fellow of it lay upon its side. (J.J.)
2. It meant they had to have regular sit-down meals at the proper times,
whereas if they'd been alone they could just have asked Kate if she wouldn't
have minded bringing them a tray wherever they were. And meal-times now
that the strain was over were rather a trial. (K.M.)
3. It was nearly dinner-time when he got back, and their meal was laid in
the trader's parlour. (W.S.M.)
4. Manson slung his bag up and climbed into the battered gig behind a
tall, angular black horse. (A.J.C.)
5. He would cheer up somehow, began to laugh again, and drew
skeletons all over the slate, before his eyes were dry. (Ch. D.)
6. Gripping his bag, Manson leaped from the train and walked quickly
down the platform, seeking eagerly for some sign of welcome. (A.J.C.)
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7. "Thank you," said Margaret, feeling large and awkward and clumsy in
all her limbs. (J.G.)
8. Soames, with his set lips and his square chin, was not unlike a bulldog. (J.G.)
9. "Well, I shall go to Soames and tell him he must leave you alone.
What does he want at his age?" "A child. It's not unnatural." (J.G.)
10. For the last days she had resented more and more the way this case
had taken charge of her. She had initiated it, and it had completely deprived her
of initiative. (J.G.)
11. She hated old, ugly people near her, but Sophie was so efficient… it
would be madness to get rid of her.(A.H.)
12. "But about this libel. Can't you all say you are sorry – why put money
into the lawyers' pockets?" "She won't, unless I do, and I won't unless she
does." (J.G.)
13. "You wouldn't approve of the suppression of any book on the ground
of mere morals?" "I can't tell you unless I see the book." (J.G.)
14. If, like Roger Charing, you were a strong, hefty fellow with plenty of
money, it was almost inevitable that you should say to yourself: I must stand
between the hazards of life and this helpless little thing, oh, how wonderful it
would be to take the sadness out of those big and lovely eyes! (W.S.M.)
15. – But where is he now?… He must be somewhere. And if he's outside at
night he could die of exposure. – We have exceptionally warm nights lately. (I.M.)
16. The clock of the bedroom door, the rasp of a match, the pad of feet in
the corridor – many nights they had quietly woken me, and I did not get to
sleep again until she was back. (C.P. S.)
17. I was reading so intently that I did notice the steps on the staircase,
until there came a quick repeated knock on my door. (C.P.S.)
18. "Don't laugh at me, Thomas." He shifted his long limbs uneasily. "I
must seem a bit dumb to you, but I know when you're kidding." (G.G.)
19. "I don't dislike you, Granger. I've been blind to a lot of things…" "Oh,
you and me, we're cat and dog. But thanks for the sympathy." (G.G.)
20. I don't think I will come along, Michael – Old Forsyte's probably
there. (J.G.)
21. Actually the place bore a dejected resemblance to the Haze home… It
was the same sort of dull gray frame affair with a shingled roof and dull green
awnings; and the rooms, though smaller and furnished in a more consistent
plush-and-plate style, were arranged in much the same order. (V.N.)
22. He had left his wife sitting on the sofa in the drawing-room, her hands
crossed in her lap, manifestly waiting for him to go out. This was not unusual.
It happened, in fact, every day. (J.G.)
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23. And that tenderness for little children, that passion for the beginnings
of life which had once made him forsake his son and follow June, now worked
in him to forsake June and follow these little things. (J.G.)
24. On his fat side, looking up with eyes already glazing, the old dog lay.
"What is it, my poor old man?" cried Jolyon. Balthasar's curled and fluffy tail
just moved; his filming eyes seemed saying: "I can't get up, master, but I'm glad
to see you." (J.G.)
25. … sometimes Juley would steal into Timothy's study when she was
sure he was out, and just put an open New Testament casually among the books
on his little table… But she had noticed that Timothy was always cross at
dinner afterwards. And Smither had told her more than once that she had
picked books off the floor in doing the room. (J.G.)
26. He knows the herb lore. He has gone into the wood like a dog to find
and eat herb that rejuvenates and heals. (I.M.)
27. The dinner lasted a long while and was great fun and when it was over
all of us wanted to help clear the things up and wash the dishes…(S.L.)
28. When they arrived at the music-hall, the doors for the second house
were just opening, and they walked straight into the stalls, which were very
cheap. (J.B.P.)
29. "Have a seat there, boy," old Spencer said. He meant the bed. (J.D.S.)
30. So we scraped them and that was harder than peeling. They are such
an extraordinary shape, potatoes – all bumps and warts and hollows. We
worked steadily for five-and-twenty minutes, and did four potatoes. (J.K.J.)
31. It was a great success, that Irish stew. I don't think I ever enjoyed a
meal more. There was something so fresh and piquant about it. One's palate
gets so tired of the old hackneyed things: here was a dish with a new flavour,
with a taste like nothing else on earth. (J.K.J.)
32. Atticus was half-way through his speech to the jury. He had evidently
pulled some papers from his briefcase that rested beside his table. Tom
Robinson was toying with them. (H.L.)
33. Atticus paused, then he did something he didn't ordinarily do. He unhitched his watch and chain and placed them on the table, saying, "With the
court's permission" – Judge Taylor nodded, and then Atticus did something I
never saw him do before or since, in public or in private: he unbuttoned his
vest, unbuttoned his collar, loosened his tie, and took off his coat. (H.L.)
34. For the first time it struck him that the initials were his own. No, not
for the first time. He had noticed it before, but they were such commonplace
initials, they were Gilbert's, they were Maugham's, they were Shakespeare's – a
common possession. (L.P.H.)
35. The dramatic part of the incident was that there really was a frog in
Nicholas's basin of bread-and-milk; he had put it there himself, so he felt
entitled to know something about it. The sin of taking a frog from the garden
and putting it into a bowl of wholesome bread-and-milk was enlarged on at
great length…(H.M.)
36. Stella did not dislike the priest, she might have enjoyed an intellectual
conversation with him, but she mistrusted his role and avoided him. (I.M.)
37. They had never had a house before. The effect upon them both was
extraordinary, far beyond anything which they could have expected, even
though they had looked forward to their unexpected new habitat with considerable excitement. They laughed and ran about like mad things. (I.M.)
38. Asta jumped up and punched me in the belly with her front feet.
Nom, at the other end of the leash, said: "She's had a swell afternoon – knocked
over a table of toys at Lord and Taylor's, scared a fat woman silly by licking
her leg…" (D.H.)
39. Nom returned with two drinks and another question: "What's he like?"
"Tall – over six feet – and one of the thinnest men I've ever seen." (D.H.)
40. He gave an interview to one of the papers saying he didn't think the
Russian Five Year Plan was necessarily doomed to failure. (D.H.)
41. He claims to've cracked the safe in the Hagerstown jail while he was
doing thirty days there for disorderly conduct. (D.H.)
42. O. attempted to dissuade them from continuing the journey, and did
succeed in influencing ten of the party to abandon the trip and return to Salt
Lake. The other ten determined to continue … Four of the party insisted that
they follow O's instructions, but Packer persuaded five men … to accompany
him to the mines, while the other four proceeded along the river. Of the party
off four, two died from starvation and exposure, but the other two finally
reached the Los Pinos Agency in February, 1874, after enduring indescribable
hardships. (D.H.)
43. He stood up. "I hate to say it, but that's just about as far as we've got.
You got anything you can help with?" "No." (D.H.)
44. Mechanically he reached up, took from the mantel-shelf a little china
bowl, reversed it and said: "Lowestoft. Where did you get this? I bought its
fellow at Jobson's." And visited by the sudden memory of how, those many
years ago, he and she had bought china together, he remained staring at the
little bowl, as if it contained all the past. (J.G.)
45. Be that as it may, his funeral at Highgate had been perfect, and
coming away from it Soames Forsyte made almost mechanically for his Uncle
Timothy's in the Bayswater Road. The "Old Things" – Aunt Juley and Aunt
Hester – would like to hear about it. (J.G.)
46. Jon stood still. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his limbs
trembled. (J.G.)
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47. During lunch, which Soames hardly touched, he kept looking at
Bosinney, and once or twice passed his silk handkerchief stealthily over his
forehead. The meal came to an end at last, and Bosinney rose. (J.G.)
48. If Jo were only with him! The boy must be forty by now. (J.G.)
49. Nicholas Forsyte, cocking his rectangular eyebrows, wore a smile. (J.G.)
50. It was on this occasion that old Jolyon, turning to June, had said in
one of his bursts of philosophy: "You may depend upon it, they’re a cranky lot,
the Forsytes – and you’ll find it out, as you grow older!" (J.G.)
51. "Well, good-buy, Blackall," he said. "I don’t suppose I shall see you
again for some time." (E.W.)
52. "You’ll hate it here, I know. I’ve been here ten years. Grimes only
came this term. He hates it already." (E.W.)
53. Happily enough, it did not rain next day, and after morning school
everybody dressed up to the nines. (E.W.)
54. They brought with them two small children, a governess, and an elder
son. They debauched from the car one by one, stretching their limbs in evident
relief. (E.W.)
55. An hour later, at the end of morning school, they met again. (E.W.)
56. Deaf to the polyglot invitation that arose on all sides, Paul pressed on
his way. (E.W.)
57. It was true that I was not unmoved. "Give me another drink," I said,
"and tell me how you propose to drag me in." (I. M.)
58. "And how’s your head now?" I said to Hugo. We must have been
doing a good twenty miles per hour. (I.M.)
59. With that letter in his hand, Michael, like some psychometric
medium, could see again the writer, his thin face, prominent eyes, large ears, all
shadowy figure of the London streets. (J.G.)
60. Fleur, summoned by telephone, went home cheered by the doctor’s
words: "He’ll do now, if we can coax a little strength into him." (J.G.)
61. " If a friend of mine received such a letter about me, I should expect
her to tell me that the writer was going about abusing me." (J.G.)
62. The old peer screwed up his lips, and a melancholy little whistle
escaped... "Your father won a race the other day, I see." The old boy knew
everything! (J.G.)
63. Great applause greeted Mary Jane as, blushing and rolling up her
music nervously, she escaped from the room. (J.J.)
64. Rosemary had just done her hair, darkened her eyes a little and put on
her pearls. (K.M.)
65. " Hallo!" he said. "I went into a thing they call a cinema last night.
Have you ever been?" (J.G.)
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66. It was not until later that evening that her brain began to weave its
curious fancies about what exactly could have caused the problem. (C.D.)
67. It was already past noon, and on the grass a large party of visiting
schoolchildren were unharnessing ruck- sacks and extracting packed lunches as
Morse walked hurriedly by. It wasn’t that he positively disliked schoolchildren;
just that he didn’t want to meet any of them. (C.D.)
68. "Care for a drink, Inspector?" "No -er, no, thank you." "Does that mean
"yes ?" "Yes." "Scotch ?" "Why not?" "Say when." "When." "Cheers!" (C.D.)
69. They sat opposite each other at one of the small circular- topped
tables. "Cheers, Inspector." "Cheers." (C.D.)
70. Morse himself had acquired one culinary skill only- that of boiling an
egg; and he was not infrequently heard to boast that such a skill was not nearly
so common as was generally assumed. (C.D.)
Упр. 4. Сделайте необходимые преобразования
при переводе фразеологических единиц
1. He complained to Fleur that the book dealt with nothing but birds in
the bush. (J.G.)
2. And now had come this stranger, bringing reminder that one played
but second fiddle to that young second cousin and first lover; and he couldn't
help feeling the cup withdrawn again from his lips. (J.G.)
3. "You'd better see that Fleur doesn't go about abusing that red-haired
baggage," he said. "She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth; she thinks
she can do what she likes." (J.G.)
4. "I heard something about an American boy, too," – "Oh – . .. A bird
of passage – don't bother about him." (J.G.)
5. If she had learned suggestive forms of dancing, she danced them but
once in a blue moon. (J.G.)
6. "You don't want it to come into Court?" – "No; though I suppose it
might be rather fun." …"That entirely depends on how many skeletons you
have in your cupboard." (J.G.)
7. A man of his own calibre, education, and probity! He needn't beat
about the bush. (J.G.)
8. Your Foggartism's going to need money in every direction. You may
swear till you are blue in the face that ten or twenty years hence it'll bring fivefold return: nobody will listen. (J.G.)
9. After hurriedly inspecting Michael's brown suit and speckled tie his
eyes came to anchor on his daughter's face. (J.G.)
10. "What's your brother like?" Holly led the way on to the lawn without
answering. How describe Jolly, who, ever since she remembered anything, had
been her lord, master, and ideal? "Does he sit on you?" said Val shrewdly. (J.G.)
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11. "They tell me at Timothy's" said Nicholas, lowering his voice, "that
Dartie has gone off at last. That'll be a relief to your father. He was a rotten
egg." (J.G.)
12. "Hello, Warmson, any dinner for me, d'you think?" – "They're just
going in, Master Val. Mr. Forsyte will be very glad to see you. He was saying
at lunch that he never saw you nowadays." Val grinned: "Well, here I am. Kill
the fatted calf, Warmson, let’s have fizz." (J.G.)
13. He could now walk almost without pain. At the start, he had
determined not to limp. It had made him sick to take the first steps, and during
the first mile or so, he had compressed his breath, and the cold drops of sweat
had stood on his forehead. But he had walked it off. (D.H. L.)
14. The officer and his commands he took for granted, as he took the sun
and rain, and he served as a matter of course. (D.H.L.)
15. After many years of married life he had learned that it was more
conducive to peace to leave his wife with the last word. He was undressed
before she was, and climbing into the upper bunk he settled down to read
himself to sleep. (W.S. M.)
16. "Sit down!" said Jolly. "Take your time! Think it over well." And he
himself sat down on the arm of his grandfather's chair. (J.G.)
17. Again it seemed to Soames that the butler was looking curiously at
him. His composure gave way. "What are you looking at?" he said. "What's the
matter with me, eh?" (J.G.)
18. We passed the New Hotel, and she laughed. "A penny for your
thought," I said and she stretched out her palm at once. (V.N.)
19. "What did you want to see me about?" "Old Timothy; he might go off
his hooks at any moment. I suppose he's made his will." "Yes." (J.G.)
20. The other chap, Profond, is a queer fish. I think he's hanging round
Soames' wife, if you ask me. (J.G.)
21. He was staring right up the ceiling, but his eyes seemed to be turned
inwards, and he laughed so that my blood ran cold. (G.K.Ch.)
22. If his feelings about the war got known, he'd be nicely in the soup.
Arrested, perhaps, or got rid of, somehow. (R.A.)
23. Worst of all, he had no hope of shaking her resolution; she was as
obstinate as a mule, always had been from a child. He didn’t see where it was
to end. They must cut their coat according to their cloth. (J.G.)
24. "The question is, what had I better do with this house?" Young Jolyon
looked round the room. It was peculiarly vast and dreary… The house was a
white elephant, but he could not conceive of his father living in a smaller
place… (J.G.)
25. My position with her is extremely difficult. I don't want you to go
using your influence against me. What happened is a very long time ago. I'm
going to ask her to let bygones be bygones. (J.G.)
26. And he went on into Poultry with the flat green morocco case in his
breast pocket. Several times that day he opened it to look at the seven soft
shining stones in their velvet oval nest … Yes, they were of the first water.
(J.G.)
27. "Deal with my reports yourself," resumed Soames, "and send them to
me personally, marked confidential, sealed and registered. My client exacts the
utmost secrecy." Mr Polteed smiled, as though saying, "You are teaching your
grandmother, my dear sir." (J.G.)
28. What worried him as a lawyer and a parent was the fear that Dartie
might suddenly turn up and obey the Order of the Court when made. That
would be a pretty how-de-do! (J.G.)
29. Why didn't he like Val Dartie? He could not tell. Ignorant of family
history, barely aware of that vague feud which had started thirteen years before
with Bosinney’s defection from June in favour of Soames' wife, knowing really
almost nothing about Val he was at sea. (J.G.)
30. Michael stared at them gravely for a moment as though he could not
quite tell what they were, and then with a little start, breaking out of a brown
study, said, "No, thank you." (J.G.)
31. "Your names, young gentlemen!" At this bland query spoken from
under the lamp at the garden gate, like some demand of a god, their nerves gave
way and snatching up their coats, they ran at the railings, shinned up them, and
made for the secluded spot whence they had issued to the fight. (J.G.)
32. "Well, haven't you got a cab?" "There's no one to be had for love or
money." (G.B.Sh.)
33. She was such a decided mortal; knew her own mind so terribly well;
wanted things so inexorably until she got them – and then, indeed, often
dropped them like a hot potato. (J.G.)
34. She was feeling that it would serve Alec and the lawyers right if all
went wrong. (J.G.)
35. If only he could have understood the doctor’s jargon, the medical
niceties, so as to be sure he was weighing the chances properly, but they were
Greek to him like a legal problem to a layman. (J.G.)
36. He had been out of touch with the Forsyte family at large for twentysix years … (J.G.)
37. "Old Shropshire’s a charmin' old man, but" – Sir Timothy touched his
forehead – " mad as a March hare about electricity." (J.G.)
38. The climate is all right when it isn’t too dry or too wet – it suits my
wife fine, but, sir, when they talk about making your fortune all I can say is tell
it to the marines. (J.G.)
39. … nor did Alice think it was so very much out of the way to hear the
Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late." (L.C.)
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40. "Lolita," I said, "this may be neither here nor there but I have to say it.
Life is very short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch
of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make these twenty-five
steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever
after." (V.N.)
41. Young Swain sneaked into the Gallery one afternoon and blushed to
the top of his ears when he saw "Trees Dressed in White", a loud, raucous
splash on the wall. (R.G.)
42. "She's not my cup of tea. And I’m not hers. She' d just look through
me with those searchlight eyes. But clearly she's the best-looking girl round
here." (C.P.S.)
43. But, like all specialists, Bauerstein's got a bee in his bonnet. Poisons
are his hobby, so, of course, he sees them everywhere. (A.Ch.)
44. Annixter pulled up and passed the time of day with the priest. "I don't
often get up your way," he said, slowing down his horse. (F.N.)
45. "Gregory Osmore begged me to look after his house." …Emma rose
and closed the door. He did not think it proper to overhear Tom' s conversation
with his mother. He regretted that he had already heard Tom tell a lie. He had
been present at the party where Tom met Gregory Osmore, and the boot had
rather been on the foot. It was Tom who had (discreetly) insisted to Greg that
the house-sitting idea was such a good one. (I.M.)
46. Alex could make no sense of Rudy's statement about a pension. It
might be just one of Ruby's obstinate ephemeral misunderstandings, her
tendency " to get the wrong end of the stick." (I.M.)
47. Soames smiled. "If you really care for pictures," he said, "here's my
card. I can show you some quite good ones any Sunday, if you are down the
river and care to look in." "Awfully nice of you, sir. I'll drop in like a bird. My
name's Mont – Michael Mont." And he took off his hat. (J.G.)
48. In that old war, of course, his nephew Val Dartie had been wounded,
that fellow's Jolyon's first son had died of enteric, "the Dromios" had gone out
on horses, and June had been a nurse; but all that seemed in the nature of a
portent, while in this war everybody had done "their bit", so far as he could
make out, as a matter of course. (J.G.)
49. Emerging from the "pastry-cook's", Soames' first impulse was to vent
his nerves by saying to his daughter: "Dropping your handkerchief!" to which
her reply might be: "I picked that up from you!" His second impulse therefore
was to let sleeping dogs lie. (J.G.)
50. Val grinned. "He seems to me a queer fish for a friend of our family.
In fact, our family is in pretty queer waters, with Uncle Soames marrying a
Frenchwoman, and your Dad marrying Soames' first. Our grandfathers would
have had fits!" (J.G.)
51. You and Val will not forget, I trust, that Jon knows nothing of family
history. His mother and I think he is too young at present. The boy is very dear,
and the apple of her eye. (J.G.)
52. That evening passed for Fleur in putting two and two together;
recalling the look on her father's face in the confectioner's shop – a look strange
and coldly intimate, a queer look. (J.G.)
53. On reaching home Fleur found an atmosphere so peculiar that it
penetrated even the perplexed aura of her own private life. Her mother was
inaccessibly entrenched in a brown study; her father contemplating fate in the
vinery. Neither of them had a word to throw to a dog. (J.G.)
54. While eating a pear it suddenly occurred to him that, if he had not
gone down to Robin Hill, the boy might not have so decided … A strange, an
awkward thought! Had Fleur cooked her own goose by trying to make too
sure? (J.G.)
55. He rose, and, going to the cabinet, began methodically stocking his
cigar-case from a bundle fresh in. They were not bad at the price, but you
couldn't get a good cigar nowadays, nothing to hold a candle to those old
Superfines of Hanson and Bridger's. That was a cigar! (J.G.)
56. "Jo," he said, "I should like to hear what sort of water you're in. I
suppose you're in debt?" (J.G.)
57. …he thought, "…his face is not a bad one, but he's a queer fish. I
don't know what to make of him. I shall never know what to make of him!"
(J.G.)
58. He had been asleep! He had dreamed something about a new soup,
with a taste of mint in it … His left leg had pins and needles. (J.G.)
59. With characteristic decision old Jolyon came at once to the point.
"I've been altering my arrangements, Jo," he said. "You can cut your coat a bit
longer in the future – I'm settling a thousand a year on you at once." (J.G.)
60. With characteristic insight he saw he must part with one or with the
other; no half measures could serve in such a situation. In that lay its tragedy.
And the tiny, helpless thing prevailed. He would not run with the hare and hunt
with the hounds, and so to his son he said good-bye. (J.G.)
61. A stout elderly woman dressed in a tweed coat and skirt and jaunty
Tyrolean hat had advanced to the Doctor. "I've just been chaffing your daughter
here about her frock. Wish I was young enough to wear that kind of thing. Older
I get the more I like colour. We're both pretty long in the tooth, eh?" (E.W.)
62. "Married life is not all beer and skittles, I don't mind telling you." (E.W.)
63. He stood twice for Parliament, but so diffidently that his candidature
passed almost unnoticed. (E.W.)
64. The year of which I write had been to my friend Bruce the devil,
monetarily speaking … His last book had been a complete frost. (J.G.)
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65. "You see, he was a Chink – not quite of the best period; but he must
have gone West five hundred years ago at least." (J.G.)
66. An evening spent under the calming influence of Winifred Dartie's
common-sense, and Turkish coffee, which, though "liverish stuff", he always
drank with relish, restored in him something of the feeling that it was a storm in
a teacup. (J.G.)
67. They were going, indeed, at a snail's pace, and through the windows
could see nothing but the faint glow of the street-lamps emerging slowly, high
up, one by one. (J.G.)
68. It seemed funny to stand there reading those words among people
who were reading the same without knowing her from Eve, except, perhaps, by
her clothes. (J.G.)
69. "You're seeing blue to-night, old thing. It'll all seem different
tomorrow." (J.G.)
70. Well, it would be sensible to go and hear things from the horse's
mouth, as it were. (C.D.)
Упр. 5. Обратите внимание на реалии
при переводе следующих предложений
1. Once in his rooms, he dropped into a Morris chair and sat staring
straight before him. (R.A.)
2. Closed in one of her old nightgowns, my Lolita lay on her side with
her back to me, in the middle of the bed. Her lightly veiled body and bare limbs
formed a Z. She had put both pillows under her dark tousled head … (V.N.)
3. "…And perhaps your family doctor might like to examine her
physically – just a routine check-up. She is in Mushroom – the last classroom
along that passage." Beardsley School, it may be explained, copied a famous
girls' school in England by having "traditional" nicknames for its various
classrooms: Mushroom, Room – In 8, B – Room, Room – BA and so on.
(V.N.)
4. Harvey evidently judged to be grown up, proved in fact quite able to
look after himself, and at eighteen won a scholarship to study modern
languages at University College, London. He had elected to spend a year off
before taking up his place and had promptly acquired a bursary to spend four
months studying in Italy. (I.M.)
5. Joan, who had just put down her big umbrella, was wearing a smart
green suit trimmed with narrow bands of grey fur, a black fedora, and high
black boots. (I.M.)
6. "Is he still teaching?" "Yes, he's still teaching, but he's got some
sabbatical leave from his college." (I.M.)
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7. The other girls had some trouble finding their true names. Alethea,
not tolerating "Thea", decided at first for "Alpha", but as this sounded
presumptions, opted finally for "Aleph", the Hebrew name of the first letter of
the alphabet. (I.M.)
8. It was evening. They had had supper which took place at eight, and on
this occasion had consisted of (provided by May) tomato salad with mozzarella
cheese and basil, lentil stew with curried cabbage, and apples (not Cox's
Orange Pippins, which had not yet appeared in the shops). (I.M.)
9. "No real sportsman cares for money," he would say borrowing a
"pony" if it was no use trying for a "monkey". (J.G.)
10. Sir James Foggart! Some gaitered old countryman with little grey
whiskers, neat, weathered and firm-featured; or one of those short necked John
Bulls, still extant, square and weighty, with a flat top to his head, and a flat
white topper on it! (J.G.)
11. The little maid came back. Would he please to go down into the
garden? Old Jolyon marched out through the French window… In descending
the steps he noticed that they wanted painting. (J.G.)
12. "How's the boy?" "A1, sir." (J.G.)
13. Members of Parliament and ladies of fashion, like himself and
Fleur… now and then … going for each other like Kilkenny cats. (J.G.)
14. I have translated it here, not in verse… but at least in the King's
English. (R.L.S.)
15. But I am not so timid, and can speak the Queen's English plainly.
(R.L.S.)
16. "Do you remember a play called "The Plain Dealer", by Wycherley,
given at a matinee on January 7th last – did you play in that part of Olivia?"
"Yes." "A nice part?" "A very good part." "I said "nice"." "I don't like the
word." "Too suggestive of "prunes and "prisms", Miss Ferrar?'" (J.G.)
17. When she got off her bed to go down to lunch she felt as if only one
thing could do her good, and that was to have Val home. He – her eldest boy –
who was to go to Oxford next month at James' expense, was at Littlehampton
taking his final gallops with his trainer for Smalls as he would have phrased it
following his father's diction. (J.G.)
18. After kissing his mother and pinching Imogen, he ran upstairs three at
a time, and came down four, dressed for dinner. He was awfully sorry but his
"trainer", who had come up too, had asked him to dine at the Oxford and
Cambridge; it wouldn't do to miss – the old chap would be hurt. (J.G.)
19. He went out with his head up and his hat cocked joyously, sniffing the
air of Piccadilly like a young hound loosed into covert… He found his "tutor",
not indeed at the Oxford and Cambridge, but at the Goat's Club. (J.G.)
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20. "Hallo, Soames! Have a muffin?" "No, thanks," murmured Soames;
and, nursing his hat, with the desire to say something suitable and sympathetic,
added: "How's your mother?" "Thanks," said George; "so-so. Haven't seen you
for ages. You never go racing. How's the City?" Soames, scenting the approach
of a jest, closed up, and answered: "I wanted to ask you about Dartie." (J.G.)
21. He remembered suddenly one night, the first on which he went out to
dinner alone – an old Malburian dinner – the first year of their marriage. (J.G.)
22. And pot-bellied little coloured children fought hunger and sleepiness
while Lanny tried to teach them the three R's. (P.A.)
23. The equipage dashed forward, and before you could say Jack
Robinson, with a rattle and flourish, drew up at Soames's door. (J.G.)
24. You possess, sir, if you will permit me an observation, the art of
composition to a T. (R.L.S.)
25. Harris said, however, that the river would suit him to a T. (J.K.J.)
26. "There isn't a Forsyte now who appeals to me." "Not young Mr.
Nicholas? He's at the Bar. We've given 'im briefs." "He'll never set the Thames
on fire," said Soames. (J.G.)
27. … he rode from public house to public house, and shouted his sorrows into the mug of Tom, Dick and Harry. (R.L.S.)
28. But she would pick up with everybody, of course. He would have to
make himself agreeable to Tom, Dick and Harry. (J.G.)
29. The great cricket match was perhaps the most searching and awkward
time they annually went through together for Jolyon had been at Eton. (J.G.)
30. Macaulay's letter from Clyde Wynant was quite a document. It was
very badly type-written on plain white paper … It read: "Dear Herbert: I am
telegraphing Nick Charles who worked for me some years ago and who is in
New York to get in touch with you about the terrible death of poor Julia. I want
you to do everything in your power to (a line had been x'd and m'd out here so
that it was impossible to make anything at all of it) persuade him to find her
murderer. (D.H.)
31. And a fantastic thought shot into his mind. Absurd! Idiotic! But again
it came. And genuinely alarmed by the recurrence, as one is by the second fit of
shivering which presages a feverish cold, he sat down on the weighing
machine. Eleven stone! He had not varied two pounds in twenty years. (J.G.)
32. This war would surely be no exception. But his mind ran hastily over
his family. Two of the Haymans, he had heard, were in some Yeomanry or
other – it had always been a pleasant thought, there was a certain distinction
about the Yeomanry; they wore, or used to wear, a blue uniform with silver
about it, and rode horses. And Archibald, he remembered, had once on a time
joined the Militia; but had given it up because his father, Nicholas, had made
such a fuss about his "wasting his time peacocking about in a uniform". (J.G.)
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33. As his hansom debouched on to the Embankment a man in top-hat
and overcoat passed, walking quickly, so close to the wall that he seemed to be
scraping it. (J.G.)
34. Winifred had heard from Val that there had been a "rag" and a bonfire
on Guy Fawkes Day at Oxford and that he had escaped detection by blacking
his face. (J.G.)
35. Jolyon found June waiting on the platform at Paddington. She had
received his telegram while at breakfast. Her abode – a studio and two
bedrooms in a St. John's Wood garden – had been selected by her for the
complete independence which it guaranteed. Unwatched by Mrs. Grundy,
unhindered by permanent domestics, she could receive lame ducks at any hour
of day or night …(J.G.)
36. He was a tall robust man wearing a trilby hat and a mackintosh, just
folding up his green umbrella. (I.M.)
37. Armed with his sociology degree, he went into local government, first
as an administrator, then as a social worker. Later he taught sociology and religious studies at a sixth form college. (I.M.)
38. However, instead of doing so, he became a teacher at a comprehensive school teaching modern history. (I.M.)
39. P's and Q's were the letters she despised. And yet, to have to mind
them before him gave her a sort of pleasure, made her feel good. (J.G.)
40. Julia slipped out of the flat, and if she had not been England's leading
actress, she would have hopped on one leg all the way down Stanhope Place till
she got to her house. She was as pleased as Punch. (W.S.M.)
41. Mamma is smiling with all her might. In fact Mr. Newcome says …
"that woman grins like a Cheshire cat". Who was the naturalist who first discovered that peculiarity of the cats in Cheshire? (W.M.Th.)
42. By some he is called … "a thorough-bred Englishman", by some, "a
genuine John Bull". (Ch.D.)
43. "There isn't a Forsyte now who appeals to me." "Not young Mr.
Nicholas? He's at the Bar." "He'll never set the Thames on fire," said Soames. (J.G.)
44. All right! He would show them! Squaring his shoulders, he crossed
his legs and gazed inscrutably at his spats. But just then an "old Johnny" in a
gown and long wig, looking awfully like a funny raddled woman, came through
a door into the high pew opposite, and he had to uncross his legs hastily, and
stand up with everybody else. "Dartie versus Dartie!" (J.G.)
45. The shade from the plane-trees fell on his neat Homburg hat; he had
given up top hats – it was no use attracting attention to wealth in days like
these. (J.G.)
46. And he directed his steps along the Club fronts of Piccadilly. George
Forsyte, of course, would be sitting in the bay window of the Iseum. The chap
was so big now that he was there nearly all his time. (J.G.)
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47. "Your grandfather died the day you were born. He was ninety."
"Ninety? Are there many Forsytes besides those in the Red Book?" "I don’t
know", said Soames. "They’re all dispersed now. The old ones are dead except
Timothy." (J.G.)
48. His destination was Newmarket, and he had not been there since the
autumn of 1899, when he stole over from Oxford for the Cambridgeshire." (J.G.)
49. They were thus introduced by Holly: "This is Jon, my little brother;
Fleur's a cousin of ours, Jon." Jon, who was coming in through a French
window out of a strong sunlight, was so confounded by the providential nature
of this miracle, that he had time to hear Fleur say calmly: "Oh, how do you
do?" as if he had never seen her …(J.G.)
50. Jon reached Paddington Station half an hour before his time and a full
week after, as it seemed to him. He stood at the appointed bookstall, amid a
crowd of Sunday travellers, in a Harris tweed suit exhaling, as it were, the
emotion of his thumping heart. (J.G.)
51. At this high-water mark of what was once the London season, there
was nothing to mark it out from any other except a grey top hat or two, and the
sun. (J.G.)
52. She would soon show them all that she was only just beginning. And she
smiled to herself on the top of the bus which carried her back to Mayfair. (J.G.)
53. On the day of the cancelled meeting of the National Gallery began the
second anniversary of the resurrection of England's pride and glory – or, more
shortly, the top hat. "Lord's – that festival which the War had driven from the
field – raised its light and dark-blue flags for the second time, displaying almost
every feature of a glorious past … The papers were about to estimate the
attendance at ten thousand. (J.G.)
54. There, beside her in a lawn-coloured frock with narrow black edges,
he had watched the game, and felt the old thrill stir within him. When Soames
passed, the day was spoiled. Irene's face was distorted by compression of the
lips. No good to go on sitting here with Soames or perhaps his daughter
recurring in front of them, like decimals. (J.G.)
55. There in the cool, and scent of vanilla and ammonia, away from flies,
the three Alderneys were chewing the quiet cud; just milked, waiting for evening, to be turned out again into the lower field. (J.G.)
56. Her eyes traveled indulgently among her guests. Soames had gripped
the back of a buhl chair; young Mont was behind that "awfully amusing"
screen, which no one as yet had been able to explain to her. (J.G.)
57. He saw her kiss her mother, her aunt, Val's wife, Imogen, and then
come forth, quick and pretty as ever. How would she treat him at this last moment of her girlhood? He couldn't hope for much! Her lips pressed the middle
of his cheek: "Daddy!" she said, and was past and gone. He drew a long breath
and followed slowly down. There was all the folly with that confetti stuff and
the rest of it to go through with, yet. But he would like just to catch her smile, if
she leaned out, though they would hit her in the eye with the shoe, if they didn't
take care. Young Mont's voice said fervently in his ear: "Good-bye" , he said,
"don't miss your train." He stood on the bottom step but three, whence he could
see above the heads … They were in the car now, and there was that stuff,
showering, and there went the shoe. (J.G.)
58. How well he remembered saying to Timothy the day after Aunt
Hester's funeral: "Well, Uncle Timothy, there's Gradman. He's taken a lot of
trouble for the family. What do you say to leaving him five thousand?" And his
surprise, seeing the difficulty there had been in getting Timothy to leave anything, when Timothy had nodded. And now the old chap would be as pleased as
Punch, for Mrs. Gradman, he knew, had a weak heart, and their son had lost a
leg in the War. (J.G.)
59. I got a cab outside the hotel, but I didn't have the faintest damn idea
where I was going. (J.D.S.)
60. Knife-gashed tables, broken Morris chairs, and torn rugs were flung
about the room, and covered with backless books, hockey shoes, caps and cigarette stubs. (S.L.)
61. The state of Winnemac is bounded by Michigan, Ohio, Illinois and
Indiana, and like them it is half Eastern, half Midwestern. But Winnemac is
Midwestern in the fields of corn and wheat, its red barns and silos … (S.L.)
62. The University of Winnemac is at Mohalis, fifteen miles from Zenith.
There are twelve thousand students, beside this prodigy Oxford is a tiny
theological school and Harvard is a select college for young gentlemen … It
hires hundreds of young Doctors of Philosophy to give rapid instruction in
Sanskrit, navigation, accountancy … (S.L.)
63. In 1904, when Martin Arrowsmith was an Arts and Science Junior
preparing for medical school, Winnemac had but five thousand students. (S.L.)
64. Digamma Pi was housed in a residence built in the expansive days of
1885. (S.L.)
65. Philip took the slice of the Dundee cake in his hand and munched it
round the room. He felt very old, independent and judicial; he was aware that
Baines was talking to him as man to man. (G.G.)
66. She came down the steep stairs to the basement, her hands full of pots
of cream and salve, tubes of grease and paste. "You oughtn't to encourage him,
Baines," she said, sitting down in a wicker armchair and screwing up her small
ill-humoured eyes at the Coty lipstick, Pond's cream, the Leichner rouge and
Cyclex powder and Elizabeth Arden astringent. (G.G.)
67. It was a pudding he liked, Queen's pudding with a perfect meringue,
but he wouldn't eat a second helping lest she might count that a victory. (G.G.)
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68. On the nursery table he found his supper laid out: a glass of milk and
a piece of bread and butter, a sweet biscuit, and a little cold Queen's pudding
without the meringue. (G.G.)
69. She stood very still between the table and the door, thinking very
hard, planning something. "Promise you won't tell. I'll give you that Meccano
set, Master Philip …" (G.G.)
70. He never opened his Meccano set again, never built anything, never
created anything, died, the old dilettante, sixty years later with nothing to show
rather than preserve the memory of Mrs. Baines's malicious voice saying good
night, her soft determined footfalls on the stairs to the basement, going down,
going down. (G.G.)
Упр. 6. Найдите способы перевода препозитивных
атрибутивных словосочетаний
1. The blurred moon of a lamp glowed suddenly above Michael's head.
(J.G.)
2. Her beauty in the best Parisian frocks was giving him more satisfaction than if he had collected a perfect bit of china, or a jewel of a picture; he
looked forward to the moment when he would exhibit her in Park Lane. (J.G.)
3. Well, she was getting an old woman. Swithin and he had seen her
crowned – slim slip of a girl, not so old as Imogen. (J.G.)
4. And the the "You be damned" spirit in her blood revolted. The
impudence of it! Shadowing her! No! She was not going to leave Miss Fleur
triumphant. (J.G.)
5. The fellow was sharper than he had thought, and better-looking than he
had hoped. He had a "don't care" appearance that James didn't appreciate. (J.G.)
6. We exchanged horrified glances. (H.L.)
7. While they ate their silent lunch he changed the film in the French
camera. (J.A.)
8. "There you have it," said Sherlock Holmes, knocking out the ashes of
his after-breakfast pipe and slowly refilling it. (A.C.D.)
9. "You were sleeping when I left." "I had a good sleep. Did you walk
far?" (E.H.)
10. I thought of her that first night in the Grand Monde, in her white
dress, moving so exquisitely on her eighteen-year-old feet, and I thought of her
a month ago, bargaining over meat at the butcher’s stores in the Boulevard de
la Somme. (G.G.)
11. Even now, after more than three years have passed and elapsed, I
cannot visualize that young-night street, that already so leafy street, without a
gasp of panic. (V.N.)
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12. (in the drug-store) "First buy me a drink, dad." She watched the listless
pale fountain girl put in the ice, pour in the coke, add the cherry syrup … (V.N.)
13. She was to have an empty London morning. (I.M.)
14. In the meantime he was transferred to the Gunnison jail to save him
from mob violence. (D.H.)
15. Her hair had been a little jaggedly cut shorter, perhaps she had
chopped it about herself with hasty scissors. (I.M.)
16. Then he turned down the lane and stood leaning on the orchard gate –
grey skeleton of a gate. (J.G.)
17. She has a perfect devil of a brother, with whom she was brought up,
who knows her deep dark secret and wants to trade her off to a millionaire who
also has a deep dark secret. (J.G.)
18. Even the staircase was lined with junk, pieces of scrap-iron which
might come in useful one day in this jackdaw's nest of a house. (G.G.)
19. Then (while I stood waiting for her) she pulled out the slow snake of a
brilliant belt and tried it on. (V.N.)
20. Lo recalled that scarecrow of a house, the solitude, the soggy old
pastures, the wind, the bloated wilderness, with an energy of disgust that
distorted her mouth and fattened her half-revealed tongue. (V.N.)
21. Old Jolyon had taken his cigar from under his white moustache
stained by coffee at the edge, and looked at her, that little slip of a thing who
had got such a grip of his heart. (J.G.)
22. He walked into the Green Park that he might cross to Victoria Station
and take the Underground into the City. For so late in January it was warm;
sunlight, through the haze, sparkled on the frosty grass – an illumined cobweb
of a day. (J.G.)
23. Since Mafeking night he had become aware that a "young fool of a
doctor" was hanging round Annette. (J.G.)
24. In those days he felt how insufficient were his memories of Jolly, and
what an amateur of a father he had been. (J.G.)
25. He keeps a your-clothes-are-cleaned-by-electricity-while-you-wait establishment. (I.M.)
26. Ned explained this to me with his "where-would-he-be-without-me?"
look firmly in place. (J.W.)
27. There is a sort of oh-what-a-wicked-world-this-is-and-how-I-wish-Icould-do-something-to-make-it-better-and-nobler expression about Montmorency. (J.K.J.)
28. There is a touch of the mythological and the enchanted in those large
stores where according to ads a career girl can get a complete desk-to-date
wardrobe... (V.N.)
29. She sighed, frowned, then clapped her big plump hands together in a let'sget-down-to-business manner, and again fired her beady eyes upon me. (V.N.)
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30. Her brother was – and no doubt still is a prominent, pasty-faced,
suspenders-and-painted-tie-wearing politician, major and booster of his ballplaying, Bible-reading, grain-handling home town. (V.N.)
31. How many small dead-of-night towns I had seen! This was not yet the
last. (V.N.)
32. Willy was famous for having, as a child, witnessed his father's death,
killed by a camel on a long-planned long-looked-forward-to-visit to Egypt. (I.M.)
33. The place had its own peculiar smell, thrilling to devotees, compounded of warmth and water and chemicals and healthy wet green foliage.
Adam loved this smell. He stood awhile smelling the plants and looking with
satisfaction at the wet marble and hugging the private thrill of his own soon-tobe-swimming sensations. (I.M.)
34. Hattie was wearing her changed-for-supper uniform, a silky light
brown blouse with an embroidered collar and a round-necked dark brown pinafore dress of very fine corduroy. (I.M.)
35. Naturally after we grabbed him we went to his office and house to see
what we could find out – you know, where-you-were-on-the-night-of-June-6,
1894-stuff-and the present cook said she'd only been working for him since the
8th of October, and that led to that. (D.H.)
36. He felt a soft wet patch against his side, investigated his jacket, and
drew forth the remains of his hasty jam sandwich, now squashed into a red limp
mess. (I.M.)
37. We always eat like this, picnic fashion, for simplicity. (I.M.)
38. Diane uttered these terrible words meekly kneeling upon her knees in
the darkness of St. Paul's Church, Victoria Park, at chilly draughty 8 a.m. early
service (poorly attended on weekdays). (I.M.)
39. Her feeling for George was like that, feeling very sorry for him,
feeling oh so much protective possessive pity-love, a sort of desperate sorry-for
affection. (I.M.)
40. She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at
her body in powder-blue sports clothes the result was satisfactory. (D.H.)
41. Oh, I remember something she said while she was dressing. I didn't
know what Chris said, but she said: "When I ask her she'll tell me," in that
Queen-of-France way she talks sometimes. (D.H.)
42. The ghost of a smile appeared on Soames' face. They had better hurry
up with their questions! (J.G.)
43. When her hand was refused, June put it behind her. Her eyes grew
steady with anger; she waited for Irene to speak; and thus waiting, took in, with
who-knows-what rage of jealousy, suspicion, and curiosity; every detail of her
friend's face and dress and figure. (J.G.)
44. At a front door across the way was a man of his acquaintance named
Rutter, scraping his boots, with an air of "I am master here." And Soames
walked on. (J.G.)
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45. Soames spun round, and met his visitor's eyes, and at the look he saw
in them, a sound like a snarl escaped him. He drew his lips back in the ghost of
a smile. (J.G.)
46. "It's not that. It's just that I'm a slow reader." "What if you'd been a
quick reader, sir? Where would you be now?" (C.D.)
47. The details of what was to prove the key discovery in the case – or, to
be more accurate, the lack-of-key discovery in the case – were not communicated by the City Police to Kidlington HQ until just after 1 p.m. that same day,
although the discovery had in fact been made as early as 8.45 a.m. (C.D.)
48. The Cutteslowe Estate in North Oxford, built in the 1930s, had
achieved national notoriety because of the Cutteslowe Wall, a seven-foot high,
spiked-topped, brick-built wall, which segregated the upper-middle-class residents of the Banbury Road from the working-class tenants of the Council Estate. (C.D.)
49. "Do you think I want to get Ellie Smith in here this morning and take
her prints and tell her that she's a bloody liar and that she knifed her sod of a
step-father?" (C.D.)
50. It was the year that Britain entered the Common Market and – it
scarcely seems credible now – went to war with Iceland over cod (albeit in a
mercifully wimpy, put-down-those-whitefish-or-we-might-just-shoot-acrossyour-bow sort of way). (B.B.)
51. All day Ashurst rested his knee, in a green-painted wooden chair on
the patch of grass by the yew-tree porch, where the sunlight distilled the scent
of stocks and gillyflowers, and a ghost of scent from the flowering currant
bushes. (J.G.)
52. She has a perfect devil of a brother, with whom she was brought up,
who knows her deep dark secret and wants to trade her off to a millionaire who
also has a deep dark secret. (J.G.)
53. He was deeply fond of the dog. It was so old and understanding and
sagacious. He knew it was also a special favourite of his master's, a giantlimbed, violent-tempered brute of a man, and for that reason he was always
watchful and careful of it, never letting it stray from sight. (H.E.B.)
54. The next morning, at a quarter past six, Martin was routed out for a
quarter-to-seven breakfast. (J.L.)
55. He found that the newspaper storyette should never be tragic, should
never end unhappily, and should never contain beauty of language, subtlety of
thought, nor real delicacy of sentiment. Sentiment it must contain, plenty of it,
pure and noble, of the sort that in his own early youth had brought his applause
from "nigger heaven" – the "For God-my-country-and-the Czar-" and "I-maybe-poor-but-I-am-honest" brand of sentiment. (J.L.)
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56. His bicycle and black suit were again in pawn, and the typewriter
people were once more worrying about his rent. (J.L)
57. Denis went out on to the terrace to smoke his after-breakfast pipe and
to read his morning paper. (A.H.)
58. Then we discussed the food question. (J.K.J.)
59. Plain practical rowing of the get-the-boat-along order is not a very
difficult art to acquire, but it takes a good deal of practice before a man feels
comfortable when rowing past girls. (J.K.J.)
60. He waved a reassuring arm. (A.B.)
61. Captain Musgrave entered the room swiftly and swept in with a smile.
Granby the lawyer was just behind him, and his legal face bore a new
expression of relief and satisfaction. (G.K.Ch.)
62. It had been nearly three when his young wife and he had left the
Bryant-Walkers' … She had confided to her husband more than once that she
was sick of the whole such-and-such bunch of so-and-so's. But Green had been
rushed by the pretty and stage-struck Joyce Brainard, wife of the international
polo star … (R.L.)
63. He took off his twenty-five dollar velour hat, approved of himself in
the large mirror, sat down at his desk, and rang for Miss Jackson. (R.L.)
64. Miss Jackson left him, and presently the new secretary came in. He
was a man under thirty, whom one would have taken for a high school teacher
rather than a theatrical general's aide-de-camp. (R.L.)
65. "So far," Lewis read, "Ettelson has not had a book worthy of his
imaginative whimsical music. How we would revel in an Ettelson score with a
Barrie libretto and a Conrad Green production." (R.L.)
66. "Here! Take this telegram. Send it to the managing editors of all the
morning papers. Now: "Ask your society editor why my name was not on list
of guests at Bryant-Walker dinner Wednesday night." (R.L.)
67. Alone, Conrad Green crossed the room to his safe, opened it, and took
out a box on which was inscribed the name of a Philadelphia jeweler. (R.L.)
68. "It's really a growing paper, with a big New York circulation, and a
circulation that is important from your standpoint." (R.L.)
69. "You see," he explained to Bartlett, "I made a date to go up to
Tarrytown tonight, to K.L.Latham's, the sugar people." (R.L.)
70. Concerning him also she invented anecdotes. There was one of a
German music teacher who had a room above Cellini's lodgings in the city of
Milan … (Sh.A.)
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Упр. 7. Используйте грамматические замены для словообразований по конверсии, окказионализмов и авторских неологизмов
1. He had a fearful "head" next morning, which he doctored, as became
one of the best, by soaking it in cold water, brewing strong coffee which he
could not drink, and only sipping a little Hock at lunch. (J.G.)
2. … he stopped with bent head, peering at a particular point upon the
grassy slope. "Are you botanizing?" asked Granby irritably. "We've got no time
for you to collect rare plants." (G.K.Ch.)
3. He passed the Tate Gallery and saw a human being with moonlit
buttons. "Pardon me, officer," he said, "but where is Wren Street?" "Straight on
and fifth to the right." Francis Wilmot resumed his march … He passed another
buttoned human effigy and said, "Pardon me, officer, but where are River
Studios?" (J.G.)
4. "How young – oh! How young you are!" they seemed to say. "We sat
here before you were breeched." (J.G.)
5. When the police and the doctor came in, he buttonholed the hairdresser, whose shadowy face looked ghastly in the moonlight. (J.G.)
6. We therefore decided that we would sleep out on fine nights; and
hotel it, and inn it, and pub it, like respectable folks, when it was wet. (J.K.J.)
7. … Maximovich! His name suddenly taxies back to me. (V.N.)
8. The Humberts walked on, sandaled and robed. (V.N.)
9. And now farther off in the wood where the McCaskerville territory
ended some people called Shattoe had built a horrible little modern house and a
tennis court … Thomas and Meredith had been inclined to fraternize, but
Midge had discouraged this. (I.M.)
10. The young man was directed to a telephone at the side. After a second
his connection was made; a sleepy voice hello'd from somewhere above. (F.S.F.)
11. I had come out on the landing straight after shaving, soapy-earlobed,
still in my pajamas with the cornflower blue design on my back. (V.N.)
12. Modern Italy is an underbathroomed and overmonumented country.
(A.H.)
13. Rose went on watching him with pale heavy-lidded eyes. (O.P.S.)
14. To the anatomical right of this car, on the trim turf of the lawn slope,
an old gentleman with a white moustache, well-dressed – double-breasted gray
suit, polka-dotted bow tielay supine, his long legs together, like a death-size
wax figure. (V.N.)
15. Lolita sank down on her haunches to caress a pale-faced, bluefrecked, black-eared cocker spaniel swooning on the floral carpet under her
hand … while I cleared my throat through the throng to the desk. (V.N.)
16. A short slim girl passed me at a rapid, high-heeled, tripping step, we
glanced back at the same moment, she stopped and I accosted her. (V.N.)
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17. … something had happened to my left leg … I hoisted myself against
him and let my left leg dangle – we were like awkward contestants in a threelegged race … (G.G.)
18. Opal was a bashful, formless, bespectacled, bepimpled creature who
doted on Dolly who bullied her. (V.N.)
19. Fur-coated and top-hatted, with Annette beside him in dark furs,
Soames crossed Park Lane on the morning of the funeral procession to the rails
in Hyde Park. (J.G.)
20. In that radiant streak Jon Forsyte stood, blue-linen-suited. (J.G.)
21. The sunlight pressed through the windows, thieved its way in, flashed
its light over the furniture and the photographs. (K.M.)
22. A peculiar rumbling noise had taken possession of the silence. Michael looked up. Sir James Forsyte was asleep! … It was as though Foggartism
were snoring the little of its life away! (J.G.)
23. Miss Saunders moused in. She gave the impression of moving close
to the ground. (G.G.)
24. He waved her into the car. (A.Ch.)
25. Pat worked her way up from typist to company director in six years.
(A.C.D.)
26. The baronet did not seem surprised or embarrassed at the rare
visitation; though they suspected that he had a stranger in his house for a
quarter of a lifetime, he behaved as if he had been bowing duchesses a moment
before. (A.C.D.)
27. The colonel ran his hand through his elegant yellow hair and,
flourishing his pointer, danced his way down the long maps on the wall. (G.G.)
28. The room contained a girl working a type-writer, … another girl
beating up eggs in a bowl …, and a third, who seemed practicing a physical
exercise … "I was born in South Africa," said the egg-beater … "I should jolly
well think it isn't popular", muttered the physical exerciser. (J.G.)
29. Winifred says George is calling Jolion "The Three-Decker", because
of his three families. (J.G.)
30. The cat was not an early riser. (I.M.)
31. He was a regular first-nighter. (W.S.M.)
32. One thing was perfectly clear to him however, she was a time-waster.
(A.W.)
33. The baronet, in spite of his years, was very vigorous and a great
walker. (A.C.D.)
34. "Someone told me that hatred kills. Perhaps her hatred will kill me
…" "That's a rotten thing to say. Hatred kills the hater." (I.M.)
35. The dawn was a low point in the life of any hotel – the night stuff still
on duty were less alert as the end of their shift approached. Day workers had
not yet come on. Guests – even party-ers and stay-out-lates – were likely to be
sleeping. (A.H.)
36. In a street called Thayer Street, in the residential green, fawn, and
golden of a mellow academic townlet, one was bound to have a few amiable
fine-dayers yelping at you. I prided myself on the exact temperature of my relations with them; never rude, always aloof. (V.N.)
37. And sitting lunchless in the hall of his hotel, with tourists passing
every moment, … he was visited by black dejection. (J.G.)
38. In the cave, damp and darkish like any other cave, the great feature
was a pool with possibility of creatures which might be caught and put into
bottles. Sabina and Freda, who wore no stockings on their shapely brown legs,
exhorted Ashurst to join them in the middle of it, and help sieve the water. He
too was bootless and sockless. (J.G.)
39. I am wifeless, childless, brotherless, sisterless. (I.M.)
40. The house was still Lo-less when I strolled back. (V.N.)
41. By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved
grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast. (V.N.)
42. Her performance, she felt, was interesting to the judge, the jury, and
all those people up there, whom she could dimly see. If only "that little snob"
had not been seated, expressionless, between her and her Council. (J.G.)
43. He drove to the station to meet them. What taste French women had!
Madame Lamotte was in black with touches of lilac colour, Annette in grayish
lilac linen, with cream-coloured gloves and hat. Rather pale she looked and
Londony. (J.G.)
44. There was a little sound outside his open door and suddenly Ilona was
in the room. She too had plaited her hair, schoolgirlishly in two flying plaits
enlaced with ribbons. (I.M.)
45. Edward looked down into the reeds which were growing up so
greenly in the little gap between the fence and the bank. (I.M.)
46. It struck Edward that no one said a word about last night, not said any
of the natural things … Edward, partly to annoy them, said conversationally to
Bettina, "So they all got away all right last night?" (I.M.)
47. Smoothly, almost silkily, I turned down into our steep little street. (V.N.)
48. Presently she strolled up to my chair and sank down, tweedily, weightily,
on its arm, inundating me with the perfume my first wife had used. (V.N.)
49. We are the not – wanteds. (R.A.)
50. … how I longed to kiss your chinesed eyes … (V.N.)
51. I plumped down my heavy paper bag … She became aware of the
bananas and uncoiled herself tableward. (V.N.)
52. How many a time have we mourned over the dead body of Julius
Caesar and to be'd and not to be'd in this very room. (J.A.)
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53. From the bathroom I heard my Lolita's "oo's" and "gee's" of girlish
delight. (V.N.)
54. "Oh no," I said, "we've brought them up in our ideas. We've taught
them dangerous games, and that's why we are waiting here, hoping we don't get
our throats cut. We deserve to have them cut. I wish your friend York was here
too …" "York Harding's a very courageous man … You shouldn't be against
York, you should be against the French. Their Colonialism." "Isms and
ocracies. Give me facts." (G.G.)
55. I itemize these sunny nothings mainly to prove to my judges that I did
everything in my power to give my Lolita a really good time. (V.N.)
56. Would sex crimes be reduced if children obeyed a few don'ts? Don't
play around public toilets. Don't take candy or rides from strangers. (V.N.)
57. A guardedly ironic silence answered my bell. The garage however,
was loaded with his car, a black convertible for the nonce. I tried the knocker.
Re-nobody. (V.N.)
58. Soames Forsyte, flat-shouldered, clean-shaven, flat-cheeked, flatwaisted, yet with something round and secret about his whole appearance,
looked downwards and aslant at Aunt Ann, as though trying to see through the
side of his own nose. (J.G.)
59. He did not leave town; Irene refused to go away. The house at Robin
Hill, finished though it was, remained empty and ownerless. (J.G.)
60. "When my little sweet marries, I hope she'll find someone who knows
what women feel. I shan't be here to see it, but there's too much topsyturvydom in marriage …" (J.G.)
61. I was tired and road-weary, but very glad to be back in England. (B.B.)
62. Late in the evening – late, that is, for a couple of old-timers like us –
she went into bustling mode again … and announced that the guest room was
ready. (B.B.)
63. The 15.09 train from New Street, timetabled to arrive in Oxford at
16.31 p.m., arrived virtually on time. (C.D.)
64. At the Statford Coach Park, the three teachers had distributed the
brown-paper-wrapped rations: two rolls, one with mayonnaised-curried
chicken, the other with a soft-cheese feeling; one packet of crisps; and one
banana – with a plastic cup of orangeade. (C.D.)
65. "I'll just …" Morse quickly drained a tumbler of some pale amber
liquid that stood on one of the shelves of the book-lined room beside the
Deutche Grammophon cassettes of Tristan and Isolde. (C.D.)
66. A warrant, therefore, should be made out asap for the arrest of Mr
Edward Brooks – with Morse's say-so. And Morse said so. (C.D.)
67. He may have lied and cheated his way through life, but there was one
promise, now, that he was never going to break. (C.D.)
68. But granted that Morse (in his own estimation) was an exemplary
boiler of eggs, Mrs Lewis (omnium consensus) was a first-class frier, and the
milkily opaque eggs, two on each plate, set beside their mountains of thick
golden chips, were a wonderful sight to behold. (C.D.)
69. And when Morse had awaken, he had felt bitterly angry with her; and
sick; and heartachingly jealous. (C.D.)
70. It stands on the right of the bridge, quite away from the village. Its
low-pitched gables and thatched roof and latticed windows give it quite a storybook appearance, while inside it is even still more once-upon-a-timeyfied.
(J.K.J.)
1. But it was Mrs. Soames' eyes that worried Euphemia. (J.G.)
2. It was he who invented many of those striking expressions still current in fashionable circles. (J.G.)
3. It was into this room that Soames entered. (J.G.)
4. It was the sight of her eyes fixed on him, dark with a sort of fascinated fright, which pulled him together and changed that painful incoherence to
anger. (J.G.)
5. He had never been a large eater. (J.G.)
6. He was a great reader, of course, having been a publisher. (J.G.)
7. The President of the University is the best money-raiser and the best
after-dinner speaker in the United States. (S.L.)
8. Grandpa was a difficult sleeper, snoring loudly, tossing on the bumpy
flock mattress, squeezing me flat against the wall. (S.O.C.)
9. I smoke very little and I'm an extremely moderate drinker. (I.M.)
10. Before we had washed them, they had been very, very dirty, it is true;
but they were just wearable. (J.K.J.)
11. His ear was singing, and he felt rather sick, physically and mentally.
(J.G.)
12. To anyone interested psychologically in Forsytes, this great saddle-ofmutton trait is of prime importance. (J.G.)
13. A decision having been come to not to speak of Irene's flight, no view
was expressed by any other member of the family as to the right course to be
pursued. (J.G.)
14. No one opposing this command he led the way from the room. (J.G.)
15. And then she rose and stood smiling, her head a little to one side. (J.G.)
16. Shiplake is a pretty village, but it cannot be seen from the river, being
upon the hill. (J.K.J.)
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используя грамматические трансформации
17. He was standing in his favourite attitude, with one foot on a chair, his
elbow on his knee, and his chin on his hand. (J.G.)
18. One night Winifred having gone to the theatre, he sat down with a
cigar, to think. (J.G)
19. Three paragraphs were devoted to the Bryant-Walker affair, two of
them being lists of names. (R.L.)
20. The Indian lay with his face toward the wall. (E.H.)
21. Nick lay back with his father's arm around him. (E.H.)
22. With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the
gravel path until she was under their window. (E.H.)
23. We roamed about sweet Sonning for an hour or so, and then, it being
too late to push on past Reading, we decided to go back to one of the Shiplake
islands, and put up there for the night. (J.K.J.)
24. Bosinney having expressed his wish to show them the house from the
copse below, Swithin came to a stop. (J.G.)
25. On one occasion, old Jolyon being present, Soames recollected a little
unpleasantness. (J.G.)
26. They had no desire to spread scandal, no desire to be ill-natured. Who
would have? And to outsiders no word was breathed, unwritten law keeping
them silent. (J.G.)
27. They parted at St. Paul's, Soames branching off to the Station, James
taking his omnibus westwards. (J.G.)
28. For what or for whom was she waiting in the silence, with the trees
dropping here and there a leaf, and the thrushes strutting close on grass touched
with the sparkle of the autumn time? (J.G.)
29. I remember a friend of mine buying a couple of cheeses in Liverpool.
(J.K.J.)
30. He sank into silence so profound that Aunt Hester began to be afraid
he had fallen into a trance. She did not try to rouse him herself, it not being her
custom. (J.G.)
31. Kilimanjaro is a snow covered mountain 19,110 feet high, and is said
to be the highest mountain in Africa. (E.H.)
32. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's
sister Madge, who was holidaying on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that
looked like a bill and – a letter for Harry … Harry picked it up and stared at it,
his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had
written to him. Who would? (J.K.R.)
33. One very fine day in the late unlucky and infamous nineteenth
century, I found myself on the lake of Como, with my baby basking in the
Italian sun and the Italian colour, and my mind uneasily busy on the human
drawbacks to all that loveliness. (G.B.S.)
34. "A beautiful, pure, sweet, mellow English tenor," said Aunt Kate with
enthusiasm. Gabriel having finished, the huge pudding was transferred to the
table. (J.J.)
35. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and
flickering existence. (J.J.)
36. Below, from among the trees, the farm-bell clanged. He saw the
labourers, mowing bare-foot at the thick grass, leave off their work and go
downhill, their scythes hanging over their shoulders. (D.H.L.)
37. Constantia lay like a statue, her hands by her sides, her feet just overlapping each other, the sheet up to her chin. She stared at the ceiling. (K.M.)
38. The other people seemed to treat it all as a matter of course. They
were strangers, they couldn't be expected to understand that father was the very
last person for such a thing to happen. (K.M.)
39. "Come, come upstairs," said Rosemary, longing to begin to be generous. "Come up to my room." And, besides, she wanted to spare this poor little
thing from being stared at by the servants. (K.M.)
40. With Bruce's feeling about the film, how the deuce should I get him to
take the money? Should I send him the money in Bank of England notes, with
the words "From a lifelong admirer of your genius?" (J.G.)
41. It may surprise you to know I prefer to work anonymously, and that it
is the problem itself which attracts me. (A.C.D.)
42. "It is only for the young lady's sake that I touch your case at all," said
Holmes sternly. (A.C.D.)
43. The baronet, in spite of his years, was very vigourous and a great
walker, and could often be seen stumping through the village and along the
country lanes. (G.K.Ch.)
44. There was suddenly a great increase of noise from the other end of the
corridor. A door had opened; words articulated themselves. (A.H.)
45. It was weeks since they had eaten a proper meal. (A.E.C.)
46. Towards the evening of the following day at a time when she was
alone, a letter arrived addressed to herself. It was from a firm of solicitors in
Cornhill inviting her to call upon them. (A.E.C.)
47. In the corner a girl sat machining seams. Mr. Sulky took a hot goose
from the fire to the table and pressed trousers under a damp rag that soon rotted
the air with the odour of steaming cloth. (A.E.C.)
48. With these troubles and a wife and four children to keep, life was not
easy for him. (H.E.B.)
49. He it was whom they cheered. And he it was who bowed low and
deep with grave smiles that were purposely faintly weary too, as if he were
indeed some real jeune premier, very bored and successful. (H.E.B.)
50. It happened that, one evening, as he stood listening to her sing the
song …, something seemed to melt in his breast. (H.E.B.)
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51. How still it was in the apartment with the wife and children away!
(Sh. A.)
52. "What about a drink?" "It's supposed to be bad for you. It said in
Black's to avoid all alcohol. You shouldn't drink." (E.H.)
53. Then one of her two children was killed in a plane crash and after that
was over she did not want the lovers, and drink being no anesthetic she had to
make another life. (E.H.)
54. Drinking together, with no pain now except the discomfort of lying in
the one position, the boys lighting a fire, its shadow jumping on the tents, he
could feel the return of acquiescence in this life of pleasant surrender. (E.H.)
55. An old man with steel-rimmed spectacles and very dusty clothes sat
by the side of the road. (E.H.)
56. They came around a bend and a dog came out barking. Ahead were
the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived. (E.H.)
57. An old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp. (E.H.)
58. Across the square in the doorway of the cafe a waiter stood looking
out at the empty square. (E.H.)
59. A card was handed to him as he entered his hotel (J.G.)
60. On the eve of departure, she received an anonymous communication
"Francis Wilmot is very ill with pneumonia at the Cosmopolis Hotel. He is not
expected to live." (J.G.)
61. "I ought to tell you that they've been shadowing my daughter. There's
nothing, of course, except some visits to a young American dangerously ill of
pneumonia at his hotel." "Of which I knew and approved," said Michael,
without turning round. (J.G.)
62. MacGown was sitting with his head in his hands. She felt real pity for
him – too strong, too square, too vital for that attitude. (J.G.)
63. "Now look, Jake," she said, "you understand how it is. I want you to
move your stuff out as soon as poss, today if you can. I've put all your things in
your room." (I.M.)
64. Mars was somewhere in the room. He would be so silent for long periods that I would think that perhaps he had gone away, and start looking for
him with my eyes, only to find him lying close to me and looking at me. (I.M.)
65. "It's not like Jolyon to be late!" he said to Irene, with uncontrollable
vexation. "I suppose it'll be June keeping him!" (J.G.)
66. "What I'm afraid of," said Val to his plate, "is of being hard up, you
know." (J.G.)
67. She was in a black evening dress, with a sort of mantilla over her
shoulders – he did not remember ever having seen her in black, and the thought
passed through him, "She dresses even when she's alone." (J.G.)
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68. Her passion for racing still possessed her, and Henry, who was a kindhearted fellow at bottom, allowed her forty pounds a month betting money.
Most of Priscilla's days were spent in casting horoscopes of horses, and she
invested her money scientifically, as the Stars dictated. (A.H.)
69. I said: "You are a chemist?" He said: "I am a chemist. If I was a cooperative stores and family hotel combined, I might be able to oblige you.
Being only a chemist hampers me." (J.K.J.)
70. This duty done, we refilled our glasses, lit our pipes, and resumed the
discussion upon the state of our health." (J.K.J.)
Упр. 9. Примите во внимание оттенки модальности, передаваемые
модальными глаголами, при переводе следующих предложений
1. Soames was reserved about his affairs, but he must be getting a very
warm man. (J.G.)
2. But the door did not open, nor when he pulled it and turned the handle
firmly. She must have locked it for some reason, and forgotten. (J.G.)
3. "Oh! And whom do you think I passed today in Richmond Park?
You'll never guess – Mrs. Soames and – Mr. Bosinney, they must have been
down to look at the house." (J.G.)
4. Without the incentive of Mrs. Macander's words he might never have
done what he had done. (J.G.)
5. "I can't help thinking of that poor Buccaneer. He may be wandering
out there now in that fog." (J.G.)
6. There was anxiety, too, as to what old Jolyon could have heard and
how he had heard it. (J.G.)
7. It was an accident. It must have been. (J.G.)
8. The driver says the gentleman must have had time to see what he was
about, he seemed to walk right into it. (J.G.)
9. Then he caught sight of her face so white and motionless that it
seemed as though the blood must have stopped flowing in her veins. (J.G.)
10. She took hold of George Willard's shoulder and turned him about so
that she could look into his eyes. A passer – by might have thought them about
to embrace. (Sh.A.)
11. The American passion for getting up in the world took possession of
them. It may have been that mother was responsible. She may have dreamed
that I would some day rule men and cities. (Sh.A.)
12. Mother must have been doubtful from the first, but she said nothing
discouraging. (Sh.A.)
13. From the moment he came into our place the Bidwell young man
must have been puzzled by my father's actions. (Sh.A.)
14. She must have been a very respectable, nice girl. (Sh.A.)
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15. It was the kind of thing Mr. Sandberg or Mr. Masters might have done
after an evening's walk on a hot night, say, in West Congress Street in Chicago.
(Sh.A.)
16. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another
street. (E.H.)
17. He must have got mixed up in something in Chicago. (Sh.A.)
18. "Is the fire hot, sir?" But the man could not hear with the noise of the
furnace. It was just as well. He might have answered rudely. (J.J.)
19. "Do you think father would mind if we gave his top-hat to the
porter?" "The porter?" snapped Josephine. "Why ever the porter? What a very
extraordinary idea!" "Because," said Constantia slowly. "He must often have to
go to funerals. And I noticed at – at the cemetery that he only had a bowler."
She paused. "I thought then how very much he'd appreciate a top-hat. We ought
to give him a present, too. He was always very nice to father." (K.M.)
20. And suddenly, for one awful moment, she nearly giggled. Not, of
course, that she felt in the least like giggling. It must have been habit. (K.M.)
21. "Do you mind following me into the drawing-room, Constantia? I've
something of great importance to discuss with you." For it was always to the
drawing-room they retired when they wanted to talk over Kate. Josephine
closed the door meaningly. "Sit down, Constantia," she said, still very grand.
She might have been receiving Constantia for the first time. (K.M.)
22. What was Constantia thinking? She had such a strange smile; she
looked different. She couldn't be going to cry. (K.M.)
23. Rosemary Fell was not exactly beautiful. No, you couldn't have called
her beautiful. (K.M.)
24. In these days no man of genius need starve. The following story of
my friend Bruce may be taken as proof of this assertion. Nearly sixty when I
first knew him, he might have written already some fifteen books, which had
earned him the reputation of "a genius" with the few who knew. (J.G.)
25. He was a bachelor, who seemed to avoid women, perhaps they had
"learned" him that, for he must have been very attractive to them. (J.G.)
26. She misunderstood the words and looked up. There was a gleam of
hope in her heavy eyes. "You'll let me go?" No. you shall sail for San Francisco
on Tuesday." (W.S.M.)
27. The doctor was feeling wan and nervous. "You were with her very late
last night," he said. "Yes, she couldn't bear to have me leave her." (W.S.M.)
28. The inevitable must be accepted. (W.S.M.)
29. I should choose Mr. Neil Gibson as my model. His tall, gaunt, craggy
figure had a suggestion of hunger and rapacity. An Abraham Lincoln keyed to
base uses instead of high ones would give some idea of the man. His face might
have been chiseled in granite, hard-set, craggy, remorseless, with deep lines
upon it, the scars of many a crisis. (A.C.D.)
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30. But you know the wonderful way of women! Do what I might,
nothing could turn her from me. (A.C.D.)
31. "… Then someone came into your room and placed the pistol there in
order to inculpate you." "It must have been so." "And when?" "It could only
have been at meal-time, or else at the hours when I would be in the schoolroom
with the children." (A.C.D.)
32. From father to son our heritage has come down, and from father to
son it shall continue. (G.K.Ch.)
33. Sophie was packing. A whole day in bed in a huge, soft bed, like Madame's. One would doze, one would wake up for a moment, one would doze
again. (A.H.)
34. In his office he unlocked the drawer and took out the special file.
Could he have mistaken Canonbury for Canon Wood? (G.G.)
35. Those envelopes were the torment to Lally; they were the sickening
monstrous manifestations which she could not understand. There were always
some of them lying there, or about the room, bulging with manuscripts that no
editors – they couldn't have perused them – wanted; and so it had come to the
desperate point when, as Lally was saying, something had to be done about
things. (A.E.C.)
36. "You always said you loved Paris. We could have stayed in Paris or
gone anywhere. I'd have gone anywhere. I said I'd go anywhere you wanted. If
you wanted to shoot we could have gone shooting in Hungary and been
comfortable." (E.H.)
37. Standing under the Fragonard which he had given her, grizzled, neatly
moustached, close-faced, chinny, with a gaze concentrated on nothing in particular, as of one who has looked over much and found little in it, he might
have been one of her ambassadors. (J.G.)
38. That young American chap must have overheard something, too, but
he shouldn't allude to the matter with him; not dignified. (J.G.)
39. Decidedly he should not mention his visit when he dined in South
Square that evening. (J.G.)
40. "You haven't room, have you, for two more little girls, if we pay for
them …?" "Give me the address. I'll go and see them myself; if they haven't got
anything catching, they shall come." (J.G.)
41. You might dislike, but you couldn't sneeze at him, as at some of these
modern chaps. (J.G.)
42. The Hospital was deserted, yet strangely alive. I could hear it purring
and murmuring like a sleeping beast, and even when at times there came as it
were a wave of silence I could still sense within it its great heart beating. (I.M.)
43. "Some situations can't be unraveled," said Hugo, "they just have to be
dropped. The trouble with you, Jake, is that you want to understand everything
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sympathetically. It can't be done. One must just blunder on. Truth lies in blundering on." (I.M.)
44. As I stood inside in the semi-darkness I had a rapid debate as to
whether I wouldn't go back and tell Hugo that the door had been locked. It
might have been locked. It might easily have been locked. I struggled with this
idea, not certain whether or not I ought to regard it as a temptation. (I.M.)
45. "And how's your head now?" I asked Hugo. We must have been doing
a good twenty miles per hour. (I.M.)
46. And, motionless, old Jolyon stared at the wall, but for his open eyes,
he might have been asleep. (J.G.)
47. That tree had been, perhaps, all real English history; it dated, he shouldn't wonder, from the days of Elizabeth at least. His own fifty years were as
nothing to its wood. When the house behind it, which he now owned, was three
hundred years of age instead of twelve, that tree might still be standing there, vast
and hollow – for who would commit such sacrilege as to cut it down? A Forsyte
might perhaps still be living in that house, to guard it jealously. (J.G.)
48. Light was coming through in the corner flat, and he could hear a piano
being played. (J.G.)
49. Soames must have been pressing her to go back to him again, with
public opinion and the Law on his side too! (J.G.)
50. "I dare say it'll be best for her to go abroad." Yet the thought displeased him. Why should Soames hunt her out of England? Besides, he might
follow, and out there she would still be more helpless against the attentions of
her own husband! (J.G.)
51. "Can you really want to live all your days half-dead in this little hole?
Come back to me, and I'll give you all you want. You shall live your own life; I
swear it." (J.G.)
52. …and for all sign of change old Jolyon might have been sitting there
still, with legs crossed, in the arm-chair, and domed forehead and deep eyes
grave above the Times … (J.G.)
53. Dartie's eyes were moving from side to side. "Does she know about
me?" he said… "No. Val knows. The others don't; they only know you went
away." She heard him sigh with relief. "But they shall know," she said firmly,
«if you give me cause." (J.G.)
54. He shouldn't wonder if Irene quite enjoyed this foreign life; she had
never been properly English – even to look at! (J.G.)
55. He could see, then, that she was struggling to preserve her composure.
(J.G.)
56. "I want to tell you something, Dad. It was through me that Jolly
enlisted and went out." … Surely Holly might have told him all this before! But
he smothered the sarcastic sayings on his lips. (J.G.)
57. He made a little half airy movement with his hand, as who should say:
"Such things – such things will happen to us!" (J.G.)
58. The maid who came handed him a telegram. Watching her take Irene
away, he thought: "This must have come an hour or more ago, and she didn't
bring it out to us!" (J.G.)
59. Soames nodded at the shrewdness, the clear hard judgment in his
young wife, but it disquieted him a little. The thought may have just flashed
through him, too. "When I'm eighty she'll be fifty-tive, having trouble with
me!" (J.G.)
60. "I was sorry for Jolyon losing his boy. It might have been Val." (J.G.)
61. "I won't go in," said Soames with relief. "My father's dying; I have to
go up. Is it all right?" The doctor's face expressed a kind of doubting admiration. If they were all as unemotional, he might have been saying. (J.G.)
62. He heard the nurse quietly crying over there by the fire; curious that
she, a stranger, should be the only one of them who cried!
63. "Personality is a mixture of genes. You can't do anything about it.
You can't put there what there isn't a place for, you can't take anything away
without leaving a bad trace. She would have to want to change." (M.S.)
64. "I am not convinced about that. In fact, I haven’t thought on those
lines," said Tom. "Should I?" (M.S.)
65. "Are we born with memories?" Dave said. "There is a theory of that
nature. It well might be." (M.S.)
66. One pictured him at home, drinking tea, surrounded by a numerous
family. It was in that tone that he must have spoken to his children when they
were tiresome. (A.H.)
67. I came to typhoid fever – read the symptoms – discovered that I had
typhoid fever, mush have had it for months without knowing it – wondered
what else I had got … (J.K.J.)
68. Bright’s disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form,
and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with
severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. (J.K.J.)
69. I tried to feel my heart. I could not feel my heart. It had stopped beating.
I have since been induced to come to the opinion that it must have been there all
the time, and must have been beating, I cannot account for it. (J.K.J.)
70. I must have been very weak at the time, because I know, after the first
half-hour or so, I seemed to take no interest whatever in my food – an unusual
thing for me – and I did not want my cheese. (J.K.J.)
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Упр. 10. Передайте лексические и синтаксические стилистические
приемы, использованные в следующих предложениях
1. Soames smiled and said: "Yes. Good-bye. Remember me to Uncle
Timothy!" And, leaving a cold kiss on each forehead, whose wrinkles seemed
to try and cling to his lips as if longing to be kissed away, he left them looking
brightly after him … (J.G.)
2. "What's this about Dartie?" he said, and his eyes glared at her. Emily's
self-possession never deserted her. "What have you been hearing?" she asked
blandly. "What's this about Dartie?" repeated James, "He's gone bankrupt."
"Fiddle!" James made a great effort, and rose to the full height of his stork-like
figure. "You never tell me anything," he said, "he's gone bankrupt." The
destruction of that fixed idea seemed to Emily all that mattered at the moment.
"He has not," she answered firmly. "He's gone to Buenos Aires." (J.G.)
3. With another five pounds in his hand, and a little warmth in his heart,
for he was fond of his grandmother, he went out into Park Lane. (J.G.)
4. "Oh! Tell us about her, Auntie," cried Imogen; "I can just remember
her. She's the skeleton in the family cupboard, isn't she? And they are such
fun." Aunt Hester sat down. Really, Juley had done it now! "She wasn't much
of a skeleton as I remember her," murmured Euphemia, "extremely well covered." (J.G.)
5. That evening, while they were waiting for dinner, she murmured: "I've
told Smither to get up half a bottle of the sweet champagne, Hester. I think we
ought to drink dear James' health, and – and the health of Soames' wife, only let's
keep that secret … it might upset Timothy." "It's more likely to upset us," said
Aunt Hester. "But we must, I suppose, for such an occasion." (J.G.)
6. "What the devil do you mean by this, Mr. Holmes? Do you dismiss
my case?" "Well, Mr. Gibson, at least I dismiss you. I should have thought my
words were plain." (A.C.D.)
7. He was planned by nature to be a butt. He looked like a distended hotwater bottle; he was magnificently imbecile; he believed everything, and
anxiously he forgave the men who got through the vacant hours by playing
jokes upon him. (S.L.)
8. Dinner began with soup and Soames deprecating his own cows for not
being Herefords. (J.G.)
9. An evening spent under the calming influence of Winifred Dartie's
common sense, and Turkish coffee, which, though "liverish stuff", he always
drank with relish, restored in him something of the feeling that it was a storm in
a teacup. (J.G.)
10. "You don't want it to come into Court?" "No; though I suppose it
might be rather fun." Mr. Settlewhite smiled again. "That entirely depends on
how many skeletons you have in your cupboard." Marjorie Ferrar also smiled.
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"I shall put everything in your hands,” she said. "Not the skeletons, my dear
young lady." (J.G.)
11. "Who are you from?" "Messrs. Settlewhite and Stark – a suit."
"Dressmakers?" The young man smiled. "Come in," said Michael. "I'll see if
she is at home." Fleur was in the "parlour". "A young man from some
dressmakers for you, dear." "Mrs. Michael Mont? In the suit of Ferrar against
Mont – libel. Good day, Madam." (J.G.)
12. When in the new Parliament Michael rose to deliver his maiden effort
towards the close of the debate on the King's Speech, he had some notes in his
hand and not an idea in his head. (J.G.)
13. Never again would he sleep in his dining-room and wake with the
light filtering through those curtains bought by Winifred at Knickers and
Jarveys with the money of James. (J.G.)
14. Thus had passed Montague Dartie in the forty-fifth year of his age
from the house which he had called his own … (J.G.)
15. How nice and slim he looked in his white waistcoat, and his dark
thick lashes. (J.G.)
16. Jolly was then at Harrow, Holly still learning from Mademoiselle
Beauce. There had been nothing to keep Jolyon at home, and he had removed
his grief and his paint box abroad. (J.G.)
17. "Dad, is it time that I absolutely can't get at any of my money?" "Only
the income, fortunately, my love." "How perfectly beastly!" (J.G.)
18. It was too insulting to him. He slept over that project and his wounded
pride – or rather, kept vigil. (J.G.)
19. They went, eyeing each other askance, unsteady, and unflinching;
they climbed the garden railings. The spikes on the top slightly ripped Val's
sleeve, and occupied his mind. (J.G.)
20. With that kiss, soft and hot, between his eyes, and those words, "I
hope they won't worry you much," in his ears, he sat down to a cigarette, before
a dying fire. (J.G.)
21. And with a prolonged sound not quite a sniff and not quite a snort, he
trod on Euphemia's toe, and went out, leaving a sensation and a faint scent of
barley-sugar behind him. (J.G.)
22. … he put his ear to the ground …but he could hear nothing – only the
concertina! And almost instantly he did hear a grinding sound, a faint toot. Yes!
It was a car – coming – coming! Up he jumped. Should he wait in the porch, or
rush upstairs … (J.G.)
23. They had marched more than thirty kilometers since dawn, along the
white, hot road where occasional thickets of trees threw a moment of shade …
(D.H.L.)
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24. She had halted in front of the mirror, and was admiring her own splendid tragic figure. No one would believe, to look at her, that she was over thirty.
Behind the beautiful tragedian she could see in the glass a thin, miserable, old
creature, with a yellow face and blue teeth, crouching over the trunk. (A.H.)
25. He stumbled forward, drying her tears in readiness to give her the
keys. The audience was much moved. "Who are you?" shrieked the girl in
tones of most admirable terror. (H.E.B.)
26. Divorce proceedings delayed my voyage, and the gloom of yet
another World War had settled upon the globe when, after a winter of ennui
and pneumonia in Portugal, I at last reached the States. (V.N.)
27. It was raining cats and dogs and two little puppies fell on my writingtable. (J.W.)
28. "But I don't understand where they drew the treacle from." "You can
draw water out of a "water-well", "said the Hatter. "So I should think you could
draw treacle out of a "treacle well" – eh stupid?" (L.C.)
29. She gave me one of those wounded-doe looks that irritated me so
much, and then, not quite knowing if I was serious, or how to keep up the conversation, stood … peering at the window pane rather than through it, drumming upon it with sharp almond-and-rose fingernails. (V.N.)
30. Breathing violently through jet-black nostrils, he shook his head and
my hand. (V.N.)
31. "Well, sir, the Press is a sensitive plant. I'm afraid you might make it
curl up. Besides, it's always saying nice things that aren't deserved." "But this"
– began Soames; he stopped in time, and substituted: "Do you mean that we've
got to sit down under it?" "To lie down, I'm afraid." (J.G.)
32. "Did anybody else overhear you running her down?" She hesitated a
second. "No." "First lie!" thought Mr. Settlewhite, with his peculiar sweetsarcastic smile. (J.G.)
33. "Would you take any notice of MacGown's insinuation, Dad?" "…I
should." "How?" "Give him the lie." "In private, in the press, or in the House?"
"All three. In private I should merely call him a liar. In the Press you should
use the words: "Reckless disregard for truth." And in Parliament – that you
regret he "should have been so misinformed." (J.G.)
34. The young member for Mid-Bucks in his speech handled for a
moment that corner-stone of Liberalism, and then let it drop; perhaps he
thought it too weighty for him. (J.G.)
35. Led by what poor Francis called a "bell-boy" into the lift, she walked
behind his buttons along a pale-grey river of corridor carpet, between pale-grey
walls, past cream-coloured after cream-coloured door in the bright electric
light, with her head a little down. (J.G.)
36. Her abode – a studio and two bedrooms in a St. John's Wood garden –
had been selected by her for the complete independence which it guaranteed.
Unwatched by Mrs. Grundy, unhindered by permanent domestics, she could
receive lame ducks at any hour of day or night, and not seldom had a duck
without studio of its own made use of June's. She enjoyed her freedom … She
lived, in fact, to turn ducks into swans she believed they were. (J.G.)
37. He felt philosophic in Paris, the edge of irony sharpened; life took on
a subtle, purposeless meaning, became a bunch of flowers tasted, a darkness
shot with shifting gleams of light. (J.G.)
38. James was particularly liberal to her that Christmas, expressing
thereby his sympathy, and relief, at the approaching dissolution of her marriage
with that "precious rascal", which his old heart felt but his old lips could not
utter. (J.G.)
39. "We shall get plenty of riding and shooting, anyway," he said; "that's
one comfort." And it gave him a sort of grim pleasure to hear the sigh which
seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. (J.G.)
40. Dinner parties were not now given at James' in Park Lane – to every
house the moment comes when Master or Mistress is no longer "up to it"; no
more can nine courses be served to twenty mouths above twenty fine white
expanses, nor does the household cat any longer wonder why she is suddenly
shut up. (J.G.)
41. This was – egad – Democracy! It stank, yelled, was hideous! In the
East End, or even Soho, perhaps – but here in Regent Street, in Piccadilly!
What were the police about! In 1900, Soames, with his Forsyte thousands, had
never seen the cauldron with the lid off; and now looking into it, could hardly
believe his scorching eyes. (J.G.)
42. The future had lost all semblance of reality. He felt like a fly,
entangled in cobweb filaments, watching the desirable freedom of the air with
pitiful eyes. (J.G.)
43. Alex moved to the window and looked out. There was a slight rain
like pelting silver in the cool light. (I.M.)
44. When John Robert Rozanov surveyed his big flabby handsome-ugly
face in the mirror and when as he often did now, he considered his life retrospectively as if he were already dead, he concluded that what he had mainly
lacked was courage. (I.M.)
45. Now at last, sick with apprehension and horrible frightened joy, he
had reached the door and rang the bell. (I.M.)
46. He said, he might still have a room, had one, in fact – with a double
bed. As to the cot – "Mr. Potts, do we have any cots?" Potts, also pink and bald,
with white hairs growing out of his ears and other holes, would see what could
be done. (V.N.)
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47. As I expected she pounced upon the vial with its plump, beautifully
coloured capsules loaded with Beauty's Sleep. "Blue!" she exclaimed. "Violet
blue. What are they made of?" "Summer skies," I said, "and plums and figs,
and the grapeblood of emperors." "No, seriously – please." "Oh, just Purpills.
Vitamin X. Makes one strong as an ox or an ax. Want to try one?" (V.N.)
48. Gaston Godin, who was seldom right in his judgment of American
habits, had warned me that the institution might turn out to be one of those
where girls are taught, as he put it with a foreigner's love for such things, "not
to spell very well, but to smell very well." (V.N.)
49. I promise you, Brewster, you will be happy here, with a magnificent
cellar, and all the royalties from my next play – I have not much at the bank
right now but I propose to borrow – you know, as the Bard said, with that cold
in his head, to borrow and to borrow and to borrow. (V.N.)
50. The tea brightened the girl's eyes and brought back some of her
colour. she began to eat with a sort of dainty ferocity like some starved wild
animal. (O.H.)
51. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called
Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and one there with icy
fingers. (O.H.)
52. In the slanting beams that streamed through the open window, the
dust danced and was golden. (O.W.)
53. Louise's calm bland broad face bore no wrinkles, no evidence of grief
or mental strife such as marked, not unattractively, the more striking countenance
of Joan Blacket. But Louise's heart had been broken and had not mended. (I.M.)
54. They were walking over wet grass upon which a pert chill breeze was
moving, like hands covering and uncovering in some swift mysterious game;
the huge brown leaves of the plane trees heavy with rain. (I.M.)
55. Aunt Ann turned her old eyes from one to the other. Indulgent and
serene was her look. (J.G.)
56. She had become conscious, moreover, that she had a little lamb
which, wherever Mary went, was sure to go. She was being shadowed! How
amusing! (J.G.)
57. The matter was clear as daylight, and would be disposed of in half an
hour or so; but during that half-hour he, Soames, would go down to hell; and
after that half-hour all bearers of the Forsyte name would feel the bloom was
off the rose. He had no illusions like Shakespeare that roses by any other name
would smell as sweet. (J.G.)
58. "Splendid!" cried Mont, dipping his sculls vaguely; "it's good to meet
a girl who's got wit." "But better to meet a young man who's got it in the
plural." (J.G.)
59. "You know," she said, "I saw you drop your handkerchief. Is there
anything between you and Jon? Because, if so, you'd better drop that too." (J.G.)
60. The perfect luxury of his latter days had embedded him like a fly in
sugar; and his mind, where very little took place from morning till night, was
the junction of two curiously opposite emotions, a lingering and sturdy satisfaction that he had made his own way and his own fortune; and a sense that a
man of his distinction should never have been allowed to soil his mind with
work. (J.G.)
61. … it had been forgotten that love is no hot-house flower, but a wild
plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed,
blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by
chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms
outside we call a weed. (J.G.)
62. James had passed through the fire, but he had passed also through the
river of years that washes out the fire; he had experienced the saddest experience of all – forgetfulness of what it was like to be in love. (J.G.)
63. Indeed, she had almost ceased to believe that her family existed, and
looked round her now with a sort of challenging directness which brought
exquisite discomfort to the roomful. (J.G.)
64. Her beauty must have a sort of poignant harmony. No literal portrait
would ever do her justice … (J.G.)
65. "We had dear little Mrs. MacAnder here yesterday, just back from
Paris. And whom d 'you think she saw there in the street? You'll never guess."
"We shan't try, Auntie," said Euphemia. "Irene! Imagine! After all this time,
walking with a fair beard – "Auntie! you'll kill me! A fair beard – " "I was going to say," said Aunt Juley severely, "a fair-bearded gentleman." (J.G.)
66. After that painful scene the quiet of Nature was wonderfully poignant.
(J.G.)
67. Michael grinned. "I suppose they'll all be nobs, or sn- er- why the
deuce did they ask us?" But Fleur was silent. (J.G.)
68. She saw people nodding in the direction of him, seated opposite her
between two ladies covered with flesh and pearls. (J.G.)
69. "Do you remember a play called "The Plain Dealer", by Wycherley …
did you play in that the part of Olivia?" "Yes." "A nice part?" "A very good
part." "I said "nice" "I don't like the word "Too suggestive of "prunes and
prisms", Miss Ferrar?" (J.G.)
70. 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. (J.G.)
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Упр. 11. Обратите особое внимание на передачу фонетических
и графических стилистических средств
1. The possessive instinct never stands still. Through florescence and
feud, frosts and fires, it followed the laws of progression even in the Forsyte
family which had believed it fixed for ever. (J.G.)
2. His father was sitting before the dressing table sideways to the mirror,
while Emily slowly passed two silver-backed brushes through and through his
hair … "Your father's been in a great state all the evening. I'm sure I don't know
what about." The faint "whish-whish" of the brushes continued the soothing of
her voice. (J.G.)
3. The click of the bedroom door, the rasp of a match, the pad of feet in
the corridor – many nights they had quietly woken me, and I did not get to
sleep again until she was back. (V.N.)
4. Crash-crash. Crash. Crash. The black smoke drifted away, leaving a
foul acrid stench of high explosive. (R.A.)
5. His runner shouted: "Look out, sir! Here comes a Minnie!" Rrrrumph!
A devastating crash, a black sporting of debris, a whistle of falling fragments.
(R.A.)
6. She tossed the apple up into the sundusted air, and caught it – it made
a cupped polished plop. (V.N.)
7. We began to throw and it seemed impossible to me that I could ever
have a life again; away from the rue Gambetta and the rue Catinat, the flat taste
of Vermouth cassis, the homely click of dice, and the gunfire traveling like a
clock-hand around the horizon. (G.G.)
8. … he heard her laugh, then Soames saying, "You are a traitress; be so
kind as to withdraw." … Marjorie Ferrar walked on towards the door, and the soft
man followed her … Soames, like a slow dog making sure, walked after them;
Michael walked after him. The words "How amusing!" floated back, and a soft
voice echoing snigger. Slam! Both outer door and incident were closed. (J.G.)
9. … a cynical-looking cat had fallen asleep on the dining-table. Old
Jolyon "shoo'd" her off at once … "She's got fleas," he said, following her out
of the room. Through the door in the hall leading to the basement he called
"Hssst!" several times, as though assisting the cat's departure. (J.G.)
10. Some birds were singing. Distant rooks cawed sadly. (I.M.)
11. The rain rattled on the car. (I.M.)
12. Bumping on cobbles the car hummed and drummed. (I.M.)
13. "Did you have a marvelous time at the camp?" "Uh-huh." "Sorry to
leave?" "Un-un". "Talk, Lo – don't grunt." (V.N.)
14. "We are not so much concerned, Mr. Humbird, with having our
students become bookworms or be able to reel off all the capitals of Europe
which nobody knows anyway, or learn by heart the dates of forgotten battles.
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What we are concerned with is the adjustment of the child to group life. This is
why we stress the four D's: Dramatics, Dance, Debating and Dating. (V.N.)
15. "Look," she said as she rode the bike beside me, one foot scraping the
darkly glistening sidewalk, "look, I've decided something. I want to leave
school. I hate that school … Find another. Leave at once. Go for a long trip
again. But this time we'll go wherever I want, won't we?" …"Okay … Now
hop-hop-hop, Lenore, or you'll just get soaked." (V.N.)
16. All of a sudden, as if the car I drove responded to my poor heart's
pangs, we were slithering from side to side, with something making a helpless
plap-plap-plap under us. "You got a flat, mister," said cheerful Lo. (V.N.)
17. I got out of the car and slammed the door. How matter-of-fact, how
square that slam sounded in the void of the sunless day! Woof, commented the
dog perfunctorily. I pressed the bell button, it vibrated through my whole
system. Woof, said the dog. A rush and a shuffle, and woof-woof went the
door. (V.N.)
18. "We-e-ell!" she exhaled after a pause with all the emphasis of wonder
and welcome. (V.N.)
19. And when my poor mother saw me cry, she would take me in her
arms and say, "Don't hate him, Gull, or it will poison your life. You don't want
that man to spoil your life." "No, mums," I would say, "I'd rather die." "So you
won't hate him, my darling, you'll put all that bad feeling out of your heart."
"Yes, mums, boo-hoo, to-morrow," "No, to-day, this minute." (J.C.)
20. "A fellow who'd worked for him accused him of stealing some kind of
idea or invention from him …" Nora stopped drinking to ask: "Did Wynant
really steal it?" "Tch, tch, tch," I said. "This is Christmas Eve: try to think good
of your fellow-man." (D.H.)
21. "Forsyte? Why – that's my name too. Perhaps we're cousins …"
"Didn't you hear, Father? Isn't it queer – our name's the same. Are we cousins?"
"What's that?" he said. "Forsyte? Distant, perhaps." "My name is Jolyon, sir.
Jon, for short." "Oh! Ah!" said Soames. "Yes. Distant. How are you?" (J.G.)
22. Nothing befalls the author that he cannot transmute into a stanza, a
song, or a story. (W.S.M.)
23. "WILL YOU BE QUIET!" he bawled. (A.S.)
24. "Did you see him today to that Carter woman, Lady Carter? Puh!"
There was such vindictiveness in that "puh" that George was disconcerted. (R.A.)
25. "Er – um – P'raps I'd better 'splain that I gave him that picture." Said
Taffy, but she did not feel quite comfy. "You!" said the Tribe of Tegumai all together. "Small-person-with-no-manner-who-ought-to-be spanked! You?" (R.K.)
26. His name was Tegumai Bopsulai, and that means, "Man-who-doesnot-put-his-foot-forward-in-a-hurry."; but we … will call him Tegumai, for
short. And his wife's name was Teshumai Tewindrow, and that means, "Lady54
who-asks-very-many-questions"; but we … will call her Teshumai, for short.
And his little girl-daughter's name was Taffimai Metalumai, and that means,
"Small-person-without-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked"; but I'm going
to call her Taffy. (R.K.)
27. "Look! There they are! Wave your hat! Oh! You haven't got one.
Well, I'll cooee!" (J.G.)
28. Fleur, leaning out of the window, heard the hall clock's muffled chime
of twelve, the tiny splash of a fish, the sudden shaking of an aspen's leaves in
the puffs of breeze that rose along the river, the distant rumble of a night train,
and time and again the sounds which none can put a name to in the darkness,
soft obscure expressions of uncatalogued emotions from man and beast, bird
and machine … (J.G.)
29. In the field beyond the bank where her skiff lay up, a machine drawn
by a grey horse was turning an early field of hay. She watched the grass cascading over and behind the light wheels with fascination – it looked so cool and
fresh. The click and swish blended with the rustle of the willows and the poplars, and the cooing of a wood-pigeon, in a true river song. (J.G.)
30. Bees, sheltering out of the wind, hummed softly, and over the grass
fell the thick shade from those fruit-trees planted by her father five-and-twenty
years ago. Birds were almost silent, the cuckoos had ceased to sing, but woodpigeons were cooing. (J.G.)
31. On arriving home he heard the click of billiard balls, and through the
window saw young Mont sprawling over the table. Fleur, with her cue akimbo,
was watching with a smile. (J.G.)
32. The orderly's mouth had gone dry, and his tongue rubbed in it as on
dry brown-paper. He worked his throat … "Some poetry, sir," came the
crackling, unrecognizable sound of his voice. "Poetry, what poetry?" asked the
Captain, with a sickly smile. Again there was the working in the throat …"For
my girl, sir" he heard the dry, inhuman sound. "Oh!" said he, turning away.
"Clear the table." "Click!" went the soldier's throat; then again, "click!" and
then the half-articulate: "Yes, sir." (D.H.L.)
33. Somewhere in her inner consciousness was an awareness of the usual
early-morning noises of the household. The rattle of the curtain rings on the
stairs as the housemaid drew them, the noises of the second housemaid's
dustpan and brush in the passage outside. In the distance the heavy noise of the
front-door bolt being drawn back. (A.Ch.)
34. For quite half an hour longer the usual household noises would go on,
discreet, subdued, not disturbing because they were so familiar. They would
culminate in a swift, controlled sound of footsteps along the passage, the rustle of
a print dress, the subdued chink of tea things as the tray was deposited on the table
outside, then the soft knock and the entry of Mary to draw the curtains. (A.Ch.)
35. Her ears listened unconsciously for the chink of china, but there was
no chink of china. (A.Ch.)
36. Peter Morton woke with a start to face the first light. Through the
window he could see a bare bough dropping across a frame of silver. Rain
tapped against the glass. (G.G.)
37. He had not heard her coming. Girls were like that. Their shoes never
squeaked. No board whined under their tread. (G.G.)
38. "Where's Francis?" he wondered. "If I join him he'll be less frightened
of all these sounds." "These sounds" were the casing of silence. The squeak of a
loose board, the cautious closing of a cupboard door, the whine of a finger
drawn along polished wood. (G.G.)
39. He stopped what he was doing and watched them with furtive dislike.
He was afraid that the rattle of the shutters would attract their attention. (G.G.)
40. He was listening to voices and footsteps in the other room. These
were voices he did not recognize. Then a car drove up and presently drove
away again. Somebody rattled the handle of the door. (G.G.)
41. "Did you say that he was your brother? It's impossible," and he frowned
incredulously at the proprietor and rattled the coins in his pockets. (G.G.)
42. … suddenly, high up in the air, there was a sizzling explosion tailing
away into a murmur. I looked up. The fireworks had started. As the first
constellation floated slowly down and faded away a delighted "aaah" rose from
thousands of throats and everyone stood still. (I.M.)
43. I leapt to the store-room door and pushed Hugo through it. "Through
the window!" I called after him. I could hear him blundering ahead of me, and I
could hear Stitch's feet scrabbling on the floor of the corridor. I slammed the
door of the store-room behind me … (I.M.)
44. At that moment I heard the sound of a vehicle drawing up, with a
great screeching of brakes, in the street outside. (I.M.)
45. "… I doubt very much if you opened your textbook even once the
whole term. Did you? Tell the truth, boy." "Well, I sort of glanced through it a
couple of times," I told him. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. He was mad
about history. "You glanced through it, eh?" he said – very sarcastic. "Your, ah,
exam paper is over there on top of my chiffonier. On top of the pile. Bring it
here, please." (J.D.S.)
46. Through spaces of the unfinished house, shirt-sleeved figures worked
slowly, and sounds arose – spasmodic knockings, the scraping of metal, the
sawing of wood, with the rumble of wheelbarrows along boards; now and again
the foreman's dog, tethered by a string to an oaken beam, whimpered feebly,
with a sound like the singing of a kettle. (J.G.)
47. In the drowsy, almost empty room the only sounds were the rustle of
newspapers, the scraping of matches being struck. (J.G.)
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48. He went back to the door, and rattling the handle stealthily, called:
"Unlock the door, do you hear. Unlock the door!" (J.G.)
49. He lay with eyes open. He had seen the dawn lighting the window
chinks, heard the birds chirp and twitter, and the cocks crow; before he fell
asleep again, and awoke tired but sane. (J.G.)
50. That night in his study he had just finished his cigar and was dozing
off, when he heard the rustle of a gown; and was conscious of a scent of violets.
(J.G.)
51. Putting his head to his side to still the beating in his heart, he stepped
out on to the terrace. Something soft scurried by in the dark. "Shoo!" It was that
great grey cat. (J.G.)
52. Scraps of conversation came his way through the clatter of plates and
glasses. (J.G.)
53. Aunt Juley was silent, ruminating. The clock ticked. The Times
crackled, the fire sent forth its rustling purr. (J.G.)
54. … and from the bees came a low hum in which all other sounds were
set – the mooing of a cow deprived of her calf, the calling of a cuckoo from an
elm-tree at the bottom of the meadow. (J.G.)
55. The door creaked. He saw Irene come in, pick up the telegram and
read it. He heard the faint rustle of her dress. (J.G.)
56. A little scrattling noise caught her ear – "but no mice!" she thought
mechanically. The noise increased. There! It was a mouse! (J.G.)
57. Soames walked out of the garden door, crossed the lawn, stood on the
path above the river, turned round and walked back to the garden door, without
having realized that he had moved. the sound of wheels crunching the drive
convinced him that time had passed, and the doctor gone. (J.G.)
58. And almost instantly he did hear a grinding sound, a faint toot. Yes! It
was a car – coming – coming! (J.G.)
59. He used to wake up in the night and hear the frizzling of fried fish and
the singing of kettles. (E.W.)
60. He could see nothing, but he heard the rustle of silk as someone came
into the room. (E.W.)
61. Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump,
on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. (A.A.M.)
62. One day when he was out walking, he came to an open space in the
middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and,
from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzing noise. First of all he said to
himself: "That buzzing-noise means something. You don't get a buzzing-noise
like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there's a
buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise, and the only reason for
making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee." (A.A.M.)
63. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch …
Crack! "If only I hadn't – " he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next
branch. (A.A.M.)
64. "I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it,
and look up at me every now and then, and say, "Tut-tut, it looks like rain."
(A.A.M.)
65. Winnie-the Pooh hadn't thought about this. If he let go of the string,
he would fall – bump – and he didn't like the idea of that. So he thought for a
long time, and then he said: "Christopher Robin, you must shoot the balloon
with your gun. Have you got your gun?" (A.A.M.)
66. When he put it like this you aimed very carefully at the balloon and
fired. "Ow!" said Pooh. "Did I miss?" you asked. "You didn't exactly miss,"
said Pooh, "but you missed the balloon." (A.A.M.)
67. He nodded and went out, and in a moment I heard Winnie-the-Pooh –
bump, bump, bump – going up the stairs behind him. (A.A.M.)
68. "Is anybody at home?" There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then silence. "What I said was "Is anybody at home?" called
out Pooh very loudly. "No," said a voice; and then added, "You needn't shout
so loud. I heard you speak well the first time." "Bother!" said Pooh. "Isn't there
anybody here at all?" "Nobody." (A.A.M.)
69. So he started to climb out of the hole. He pulled with his front paws,
and pushed with his back paws, and in a little while his nose was out in the
open again … and then his ears … and then his front paws … and then his
shoulders … and then – "Oh, help!" said Pooh. "I'd better go back." "Oh,
bother!" said Pooh. "I shall have to go on." "I can't do either!" said Pooh. "Oh,
help and bother!" (A.A.M.)
70. I rushed downstairs where Magda was outside the flat in floods of
tears fiddling under the steering wheel of Jeremy's Saab convertible, which was
emitting a "dowee-dowee-doowee" of indescribable loudness, all lights
flashing, while the baby screamed as if being murdered by a domestic cat in the
car seat. (H.F.)
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Упр. 12. Передайте отклонения от нормы индивидуального
и коллективного характера, использованные в данных
предложениях
1. Three men, unsteady, emerged, walking arm in arm. The one in the
centre wore the pink carnation, a white waistcoat, a dark moustache; he reeled a
little as he walked. Crum's voice said slow and level: "Look at that bounder,
he's screwed!" Val turned to look. The "bounder" had disengaged his arm, and
was pointing straight at them. Crum's voice, level as ever, said: "He seems to
know you!" The "bounder" spoke: "Hello!" he said. "You fellows. Look!
There's my young rascal of a son!" (J.G.)
2. His lawyer, my good friend and relation, Clarence Choate Clark, Esq.,
now of the District of Columbia bar, in asking me to edit the manuscript, based
his request on a clause in his client's will which empowered my eminent cousin
to use his discretion in all matters pertaining to the preparation of "Lolita" for
print. (V.N.)
3. "… it has been cold here for the last few days. I'm having a time … "
"The dumb child," said Mrs. Humbert, "has left out a word before "time". (V.N.)
4. The young man, who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted
from a taxicab in South Square, Westminster, was so unobtrusively American
that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young
man had no hesitation in refusing it. (J.G.)
5. "The people here are a funny lot. They don't seem to have any use for
us and I don't seem to have any use for them. They call as Pommies and treat us
as if we'd took a liberty in coming to their blooming country." (J.G.)
6. "Here we are, Anne." An English voice, and two young people at the
far end – going to chatter, he supposed! He was preparing to rise when he heard
the girl say, in a voice American, indeed, but soft and curiously private: "John,
it's terribly great!" (J.G.)
7. Reaching his hotel, he went at once toward the kiosk in the hall where
you could buy newspapers, tooth-paste, "candy" to pull your teeth out … list of
arrivals? Here it was: "Hotel Potomac: … Mr. Semmes Forsyth; Mr. and Mrs.
Munt." … Forsyth! Munt! They never could get anything right in the papers!
(J.G.)
8. Old Jolyon's coachman, after driving June and Bosinney to the theatre, had remarked to the butler: "I dunno what to make of 'im . looks to me for
all the world like an 'alf-tame leopard." (J.G.)
9. "Er – how are you?" he said in his dandified way, aspirating the "h"
strongly (this difficult letter absolutely safe in his keeping) – "how are you?"
(J.G.)
10. "I'm going down to my river house for a long holiday. I want you both
to come there presently and stay… You will, won't you?" "It will be veree
nice." A pretty little roll of that "r", but no enthusiasm. (J.G.)
11. "You will see by the enclosed newspaper cutting that I obtained my
decree of divorce to-day. By the English law I shall not, however, be free to
marry again till the decree is confirmed six months hence. In the meanwhile I
have the honour to ask to be considered a formal suitor for the hand of your
daughter". (J.G.)
12. "That Monsieur Dartie," said Annette in the cab, "je n'aime pas ce
type-la!" "No, by George !" said Soames. "Your sister is veree amiable, and the
girl is pretty. Your father is veree old. I think your mother has trouble with him;
I should not like to be her." (J.G.)
13. "Dear me, I've picked up endless Americanisms. I say "guy" and "do
you have". (I.M.)
14. "How's Mother?" she asked dutifully. I said the doctors did not quite
know yet what the trouble was. Anyway, something abdominal. Abominable?
No, abdominal. (V.N.)
15. We drove on. "The fruithead!" remarked Lo. "He should have nabbed
you." "Why me for heaven's sake?" "Well, the speed in this bum state is fifty,
and – No, don't slow down, you, dull bulb. He's gone now." "We have still
quite a stretch," I said, "and I want to get there before dark. So be a good girl."
"Bad, bad girl" said Lo comfortably. "Juvenile delickwent, but frank and
fetching." (V.N.)
16. "We liked the songs around the fire in the big stone fireplace or under
the darned stars, where every girl merged her own spirit of happiness with the
voice of the group." "Your memory is excellent, Lo, but I must trouble you to
leave out the swear words." (V.N.)
17. "Now, I do hope that's all, you witty child." "Yep. That's all. No –
wait a sec. We baked in a reflector oven. Isn't that terrific?" "Well, that's
better." "We washed zillions of dishes". Zillions "you know is a schoolmarm's
slang for many-many-many-many." (V.N.)
18. … and there it was, marvelously and inexorably under spectral trees,
at the top of a gravelled drive – the pale place of the Enchanted Hunters …
"Wow! Looks swank!" remarked my vulgar darling squinting at the stucco as
she crept out into the audible drizzle … (V.N.)
19. She said: "Look, let's cut out the kissing game and get something to
eat." … then she crept into my waiting arms … "What's the katter with
misses?" I muttered (word control gone) into her ear. (V.N.)
20. She picked up a book that happened to lie at hand, and with a change
of expression, falsely furrowing her brow inquired: "Do tell me about Ball
Zack, sir. Is he really that good?" (V.N.)
21. "Well," she went on with zest, "as for me, I do smoke, and, as dear
Dr. Pierce used to say: I'm not proud of it but jest love it." (V.N.)
22. They sang "I want to get to Heaven, my long-sought rest." But little
Josephine misunderstood and sang: "I want to get to Heaven, with my long
short dress." (S.Sh.)
23. In the fifteen years Dessard had served aboard the Bretagne, he had
never encountered a situation he had not been able to deal with efficiently and
discreetly. (S.Sh.)
24. And yet, there was an excitement within him, the exhilaration of
embarking on a new life. (S.Sh.)
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25. On a Saturday morning in early November in 1969, a series of bizarre
and inexplicable events occurred aboard the fifty-five-thousand-ton luxury lines
SS Bretagne as it was preparing to sail from the Port of New York to Le Havre.
(S.Sh.)
26. At one time the question would not even been raised, for he would
automatically have been seated at the captain's table, where he would have
regaled everyone with amusing anecdotes. (S.Sh.)
27. He resolved to see to it that his voyage on his ship would be a
memorable one. (S.Sh.)
28. Ordinarily, Claude Dessard would have investigated the report
immediately, but now he was harassed by dozens of urgent last-minute details
that had to be attended to. (S.Sh.)
29. Vaudeville had flourished in America from 1881 until its final demise
when the palace theatre closed its doors in 1932. (S.Sh.)
30. "I'd like Central Austrylia. We had a book in there about it; they say
there's quite a movement. I'd like some sun. I believe if we'ad sun we'd both be
twice the size we are. I'd like to see colour in your cheeks, Vic." "How much
does it cost to get out there?" "A lot more than we can ly hands on, that's the
trouble. But I've been thinkin'. England's about done. There's too many like
me." (J.G.)
31. "I should like," said young Jolyon, "to lecture on it. Properties and
qualities of a Forsyte. This little animal, disturbed by the ridicule of his own
sort, is unaffected in his motions by the laughter of strange creatures (you and
me). Hereditarily disposed to myopia, he recognizes only the persons and
habitats of his own species, among which he passes an existence of competitive
tranquility." (J.G.)
32. "He look at Miss Forsyte so funny sometimes. I tell him all my story;
he so sympatisch." (J.G.)
33. "Pretty busy, eh?" said the little man. "Oh, very well, Sir," replied
Sam, "we shan't be bankrupts, and we shan't make our fort’ns. We eats our
biled mutton without capers, and don't care for horseradish when we can get
beef." (Ch.D.)
34. "Now I'm a gen'l'm'n's servant. I shall be a gen'l'm'n' myself one of
these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer house in the back
garden. Who knows? I shouldn't be surprised, for once. (Ch.D.)
35. "It runs in the family," I believe, Sir. My father's very much in that
line, now. If my mother-in-law blows him up, he whistles. She flies in a passion, and breaks his pipe, he steps out and gets another. Then she screams very
loud, and falls into ‘sterics; and he smokes very comfortably until she comes to
again. That's philosophy, Sir, ain't it?" "A very good substitute for it, at all
events," replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing. (Ch.D.)
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36. "When you're a married man, Samuel, you'll understand a good many
things as you don't understand now; but vether it's worth while going through
so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the
alphabet, is a matter o' taste." (Ch.D.)
37. "This action, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, "is expected to come on the
fourteenth of next month." "Remarkable coincidence that 'ere, Sir," replied
Sam. "Why remarkable, Sam?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "Walentine's day, Sir,"
responded Sam; "reg'lar good day for a breach o' promise trial." (Ch.D.)
38. "Not a wery nice neighbourhood this, Sir," said Sam. "It is not indeed,
Sam," replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the crowded and filthy street through
which they were passing. "It's a wery remarkable circumstance, Sir," said Sam,
"that poverty and oysters always seems to go together." "I don't understand
you, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "What I mean, Sir," said Sam, "is, that the poorer a place is, the greater call there seems to be for oysters …" (Ch.D.)
39. One, a Scotsman in the uniform of an English line regiment, was still
wearing his full equipment. "An' wha' y' think?" said the Scot in his sharp –
clipped speech. (R.A.)
40. In the course of his naïf peregrinations George became temporarily
acquainted with numerous personages, whom he classified as morons, object
morons and queer-Dicks. (R.A.)
41. In the beginning of years, when the world was so new-and-all, and the
Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel, and he lived
in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work; and
besides, he was a Howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and tamanoks and
milkweed and prickles, most 'scruciating idle; and when anybody spoke to him
he said "Humph!" (R.K.)
42. "He came with a horrible picture," said the Head Chief, "a picture that
showed you were full of spears." "Er – um – p'raps I'd better ' splain that I gave
him that picture," said Taffy, but she did not feel quite comfy. (R.K.)
43. The Giraffe and the Zebra and the Eland and the Koodoo and the
Hartebeest lived there; and they were 'sclusively sandy-yellow-browninsh all
over; but the Leopard, he was the 'sclusivest catty-shaped kind of beast, and he
matched the 'sclusively yellowish-greyish-brownish colour of the High Veldt to
one hair. (R.K.)
44. "'Scuse me," said the Elephant Child, "but my nose is badly out of
shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink." "Then you will have to wait a long
time," said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. "Some people do not know
what is good for them." The Elephant's Child sat there for three days waiting
for his nose to shrink … At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him
on the shoulder, and before he knew what he was doing he lifted up his trunk
and hit that fly dead with the end of it. "'Vantage number one!" said the BiColoured-Python-Rock-Snake. (R.K.)
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45. One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled
up his trunk and said, "How do you do?" They were very glad to see him, and
immediately said, "Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable curtiosity."
"Pooh," said the Elephant’s Child. "I don't think you peoples know anything
about spanking; but I do, and I'll show you." (R.K.)
46. Taffy took a marrow-bone and sat mousy-quiet for ten whole minutes,
while her Daddy scratched on pieces of birch-bark with a shark's tooth. Then
she said, "Daddy, I've thinked of a secret surprise." (R.K.)
47. Monsieur Profond raised his eyebrows, and puffed out a heavy lower
lip. "I'm an easy-goin' man," he said. "Were you in the War?" asked Val. "Yees. I've done that too. I was gassed, it was a small bit unpleasant." … whether
his saying "small" when he ought to have said "little" was genuine mistake or
affectation Val could not decide, the fellow as evidently capable of anything.
(J.G.)
48. "Well," said Soames, turning away. "It's rather sad and painful to me."
"Oh, sir," returned Smither anxiously, "you mustn't think that." Now that he
can't worry about things, he quite enjoys his life, he really does. As I say to
Cook, Mr. Timothy is more of a man than he ever was. You see, when he's not
walkin' , or takin' his bath, he's eatin', and when he's not eatin', he's sleepin', and
there it is. There isn't an ache or a care about him anywhere." (J.G.)
49. "What?" she said. She wasn't even listening to me. She was looking
all around the place. "I said did you hear of Marco and Miranda?" … "Wudga
say?" she said. She wasn't listening to me, even. (J.D.S.)
50. "Feel my forehead," she said all of a sudden …" Does it feel
feverish?" … "No, is it supposed to?" "Yes – I'm making it. Feel it again." "I
can make it go up to over the thermoneter." "Thermometer. Who said so?"
(J.D.S.)
51. I horsed around with the two of them a little bit. "The mummies?
What're they?" I asked the one kid. "You know. The mummies – them dead
guys. That get buried in them toons and all." Toons. That killed me. He meant
tombs. (J.D.S.)
52. "You two guys so interested in mummies?" I said. "Yeah." "Can't
your friend talk?" I said. "He ain't my friend. He's my brudda." (J.D.S.)
53. Finally we found the place where the mummies were, and we went in.
"You know how the Egyptians buried their dead?" I asked the one kid. "Naa."
(J.D.S.)
54. Mam'zelle Beauce stretched out a spidery hand clad in a black kid
glove – she had been in the best of families – and the rather sad eyes of her lean
yellowish face seemed to ask: "Are you well-brrred?" (J.G.)
55. In the meanwhile I have the honour to ask to be considered a formal
suitor for the hand of your daughter. (J.G.)
56. And if the inquirer had pursued his query, "And do you think it was
fair to have tempted this girl to give herself to you for life unless you have
really touched her heart?" he would have answered: "The French see these
things differently from us." (J.G.)
57. She looked at his clothes, said "Don't tell me!" and pressed his hand.
"Annette is prettee wee. But the doctor say she can never have no more children. You knew that?" Soames nodded. "It is a pity. Mais la petite est
adorable." (J.G.)
58. And he turned West again, talking a seat on the top of a bus beside a
man with grease-stains on his clothes. They traveled in silence till Michael
said: "What do you make of the political situation, sir?" The possible plumber
replied, without turning his head: "I should say they’re overreached theirselves." (J.G.)
59. "Have you thought of emigrating to the Dominions?" The man shook
his head. "Don't like what I see of the Austrylians and Canydians." "Confirmed
Englishman – like myself." "That's right," said the man. "So long, Mister," and
he got off. (J.G.)
60. Did there rise in him some fear, some hope, that in one of them he
would see her whom, in another life, he had seen, day by day, night by night,
waiting for what – it seemed – he could not give her. No! Only the drivers and
their voices, their "Yeahs!" and their "Yeps!" Americans no longer said "Yes",
it seemed. (J.G.)
61. "Of one thing, at least, I'm sure. As long as this one roof shelters the
good ladies aforesaid – and I wish from my heart it may do so for many and
many a long year to come – the tradition of genuine warm-hearted courteous
Irish hospitality, which our forefathers have landed down to us and which we in
turn must hand down to our descendants, is still alive among us." (J.J.)
62. … she leaned forward and really bawled at Grandfather Pinner. "Cyril
only wanted to tell you, father dear, that his father is still very fond of
meringues." Colonel Pinner heard that time, heard and brooded, looking Cyril
up down. "What an esstrordinary thing!" said old Grandfather Pinner. "What an
esstrordinary thing to come all this way here to tell me!" (K.M.)
63. "So you an' the moon went walkin' last night, Mr. Ashurst! Did ye
have your supper anywheres?" Ashurst shook his head. "We kept it for you, but
I suppose you was too busy in your brain to think o' such a thing as that?" Was
she mocking him, in that voice of hers, which still kept some Welsh crispness
against the invading burr of the West Country? (J.G.)
64. It happened that, one evening, as he stood listening to her sing the
song, "Now doth my heart, imprisoned, burst its bonds for thee," something
seemed to melt in his breast. (H.E.B.)
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65. Whenever she achieved "ta-ta", the audience laughed with joy. She
was less effective with noises like "nanny", "daddy", "mammy". But "Ta-ta"
always created a sensation. (A.B.)
66. Owl lived at the Chestnuts, an old-world residence of great charm,
which was grander than anybody else's, or seemed so to Bear, because it had
both a knocker and a bell-pull. Underneath the knocker there was a notice
which said: PLES RING IF AN RNSER IS REQIRD. Underneath the bell-pull
there was a notice which said: PLES CNOKE IF AN RNSER IS NOT REQID.
(A.A.M.)
67. These notices had been written by Christopher Robin, who was the
only one in the forest who could spell, for Owl, wise though he was in many
ways, able to read and write and spell his own name WOL, yet somehow went
all to pieces over delicate words like MEASLES AND BUTTEREDTOAST.
(A.A.M.)
68. One day, when Christopher Robin and Winnie – the – Pooh and Piglet
were all talking together, Christopher Robin finished the mouthful he was
eating and said carelessly: "I saw a Heffalump to-day, Piglet." "What was it
doing?" asked Piglet. "Just lumping along," said Christopher Robin. (A.A.M.)
69. So Owl wrote … and this is what he wrote: PAPY BTHUTHOTH
THUTHDA BTHUTHDY. Pooh looked on admiringly. "I'm just saying "A
Happy Birthday," said Owl carelessly. "It's a nice long one," said Pooh, very
much impressed. (A.A.M.)
70. "We are going on an Expedition," said Christopher Robin, as he got
up and brushed himself. "Going on an Expotition?" said Pooh eagerly. "I don't
think I've ever been on one of these. Where are we going to on this
Expotition?" "Expedition, silly old Bear. It's got an "x" in it." "Oh! said Pooh.
"I know." (A.A.M.)
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