Английский язык с Марком Твеном. Принц и нищий (Mark Twain. The Prince and the Pauper), стр. 134

So saying (так говоря), the duke scattered (герцог разбросал) a handful of coins to right and left (пригорошню монет направо и налево), then retired to his place (затем вернулся на свое место). The mock king did mechanically (потешный король сделал механически) as he had been bidden (так, как его просили: «как он был попрошен»; to bid — просить). His smile had no heart in it (его улыбка не имела сердца в себе = была фальшивой), but few eyes were near enough (но немногие глаза были близкими достаточно) or sharp enough (или острыми достаточно) to detect that (чтобы заметить это). The noddings (кивки) of his plumed head (его украшенной перьями головы) as he saluted his subjects (когда он приветствовал своих подданных) were full of grace and graciousness (были полны изящества и благосклонности); the largess which he delivered from his hand (подаяние, которое он раздавал из своей руки) was royally liberal (было по-королевски цедрым); so the people's anxiety vanished (так что беспокойство людей исчезло), and the acclamations burst forth again (и восклицания раздались снова; to burst forth: «прорваться вперед») in as mighty a volume as before (на такой же большой громкости, как прежде).

Still once more (все же еще раз), a little before (немного = незадолго до того, как) the progress was ended (шествие было окончено), the duke was obliged (герцог был вынужден) to ride forward (проехать вперед), and make remonstrance (чтобы совершить увещевание). He whispered (он прошептал):

'O dread sovereign (о грозный суверен)! shake off these fatal humors (стряхни прочь эти гибельные настроения); the eyes of the world are upon thee (глаза мира на тебе = направлены на тебя).' Then he added with sharp annoyance (затем он добавил с резким раздражением), 'Perdition catch that crazy pauper (гибель пусть схватит = черт побрал бы эту сумасшедшую нищенку)! 'twas she (это была она; ‘twas = it was) that hath disturbed your Highness (которая расстроила ваше высочество).'

The gorgeous figure (великолепная фигура) turned a lusterless eye (повернула тусклый глаз = взгляд) upon the duke (на герцога), and said in a dead voice (и сказала мертвенным голосом):

'She was my mother (это была моя мать)!'

'My God (Боже мой)!' groaned the Protector (простонал протектор) as he reined his horse backward to his post (когда он направлял своего коня назад к своему месту), 'the omen was pregnant with prophecy (знамение было чревато пророчеством = этот знак предрекал будущее). He is gone mad again (он стал сумасшедшим снова)!'.

populace [`pOpjulqs], explosion [?ks`plquZ(?)n], anxiety [??`za??t?], figure [`f?g?]

The procession moved on, and still on, through ever-augmenting splendors and ever-augmenting tempests of welcome; but to Tom Canty they were as if they had not been. He neither saw nor heard. Royalty had lost its grace and sweetness; its pomps were become a reproach. Remorse was eating his heart out. He said, 'Would God I were free of my captivity!'

He had unconsciously dropped back into the phraseology of the first days of his compulsory greatness.

The shining pageant still went winding like a radiant and interminable serpent down the crooked lanes of the quaint old city, and through the huzzaing hosts; but still the king rode with bowed head and vacant eyes, seeing only his mother's face and that wounded look in it.

'Largess, largess!' The cry fell upon an unheeding ear.

'Long live Edward of England!' It seemed as if the earth shook with the explosion; but there was no response from the king. He heard it only as one hears the thunder of the surf when it is blown to the ear out of a great distance, for it was smothered under another sound which was still nearer, in his own breast, in his accusing conscience — a voice which kept repeating those shameful words, 'I do not know you, woman!'

The words smote upon the king's soul as the strokes of a funeral bell smite upon the soul of a surviving friend when they remind him of secret treacheries suffered at his hands by him that is gone.

New glories were unfolded at every turning; new wonders, new marvels, sprung into view; the pent clamors of waiting batteries were released; new raptures poured from the throats of the waiting multitudes; but the king gave no sign, and the accusing voice that went moaning through his comfortless breast was all the sound he heard.

By and by the gladness in the faces of the populace changed a little, and became touched with a something like solicitude or anxiety; an abatement in the volume of applause was observable too. The Lord Protector was quick to notice these things; he was as quick to detect the cause. He spurred to the king's side, bent low in his saddle, uncovered, and said:

'My liege, it is an ill time for dreaming. The people observe thy downcast head, thy clouded mien, and they take it for an omen. Be advised; unveil the sun of royalty, and let it shine upon these boding vapors, and disperse them. Lift up thy face, and smile upon the people.'

So saying, the duke scattered a handful of coins to right and left, then retired to his place. The mock king did mechanically as he had been bidden. His smile had no heart in it, but few eyes were near enough or sharp enough to detect that. The noddings of his plumed head as he saluted his subjects were full of grace and graciousness; the largess which he delivered from his hand was royally liberal; so the people's anxiety vanished, and the acclamations burst forth again in as mighty a volume as before.

Still once more, a little before the progress was ended, the duke was obliged to ride forward, and make remonstrance. He whispered:

'O dread sovereign! shake off these fatal humors; the eyes of the world are upon thee.' Then he added with sharp annoyance, 'Perdition catch that crazy pauper! 'twas she that hath disturbed your Highness.'

The gorgeous figure turned a lusterless eye upon the duke, and said in a dead voice:

'She was my mother!'

'My God!' groaned the Protector as he reined his horse backward to his post, 'the omen was pregnant with prophecy. He is gone mad again!'

CHAPTER XXXII (Глава тридцать вторая)

LET us go backward (позволим нам = давайте вернемся назад) a few hours (на несколько часов), and place ourselves (и расположимся) in Westminster Abbey (в Вестминстерском аббатстве), at four o'clock in the morning (в четыре часа утра) of this memorable Coronation Day (этого памятного Дня коронации). We are not without company (мы не без компании = не одиноки); for although it is still night (ибо хотя это еще ночь), we find the torch-lighted galleries (мы находим освещенные факелами галереи) already filling up with people (уже наполняющимися людьми) who are well content (которые совершенно довольны) to sit still (сидеть смирно) and wait seven or eight hours (и ждать семь или восемь часов) till the time shall come for them to see (пока время не придет для них увидеть) what they may not hope to see twice in their lives (что они не могут надеяться увидеть дважды за свои жизни) — the coronation of a king (коронацию короля). Yes, London and Westminster have been astir (да, Лондон и Вестминстер были на ногах; astir — находящийся в движении; взволнованный, возбужденный; на ногах, вставший с постели; to stir — шевелиться) ever since the warning guns boomed (прямо с тех пор, как предупредительные ружья прогремели = дали залп) at three o'clock (в три часа), and already crowds of untitled rich folk (и уже толпы нетитулованного богатого народа) who have bought the privilege (которые купили привилегию; to buy — купить) of trying to find sitting-room (постараться найти место для сидения; room — место) in the galleries (в галереях) are flocking in (вваливаются; flock — стадо, стая; to flock — стекаться; приходить толпой, собираться толпами, стаями) at the entrances (во входы) reserved for their sort (оставленные для их сорта = для таких людей, как они).