Now in his mind he saw a railway station at Karagatch and he was standing with his pack and that was the headlight of the Simplon-Orient cutting the dark now and he was leaving Thrace then after the retreat. That was one of the things he had saved to write, with, in the morning at breakfast, looking out the window and seeing snow on the mountains in Bulgaria and Nansen's Secretary asking the old man if it were snow and the old man looking at it and saying, No, that's not snow. It's too early for snow. And the Secretary repeating to the other girls, No, you see. It's not snow and them all saying, It's not snow we were mistaken. But it was the snow all right and he sent them on into it when he evolved exchange of populations. And it was snow they tramped along in until they died that winter.
It was snow too that fell all Christmas week that year up in the Gauertal
(и в Гауэртале[4] в тот год всю рождественскую неделю тоже шел снег; to fall — падать) that year they lived in the woodcutter's house with the big square porcelain stove (в тот год, когда они жили в домике дровосека с большой квадратной изразцовой печью; porcelain — фарфор) that filled half the room (которая занимала полкомнаты; to fill — наполнять, заполнять), and they slept on mattresses filled with beech leaves (и они спали на тюфяках, набитых буковыми листьями), the time the deserter came with his feet bloody in the snow (когда пришел дезертир, оставив за собой кровавые следы на снегу «со ступнями = следами ног, кровавыми на снегу»). He said the police were right behind him (он сказал, что за ним гонится полиция: «полиция непосредственно позади него») and they gave him woolen socks (и они дали ему шерстяные носки) and held the gendarmes talking (и отвлекли жандармов разговорами; to hold — держать; задерживать) until the tracks had drifted over (пока следы не замело; to drift — нестись /по ветру/; заносить /следы и т.п., о снеге, песке/; покрываться /снегом/).
porcelain ['pLs(q)lIn], deserter [dI'zWtq], gendarme ['ZRndRm]
It was snow too that fell all Christmas week that year up in the Gauertal that year they lived in the woodcutter's house with the big square porcelain stove that filled half the room, and they slept on mattresses filled with beech leaves, the time the deserter came with his feet bloody in the snow. He said the police were right behind him and they gave him woolen socks and held the gendarmes talking until the tracks had drifted over.