"I'm sorry (мне очень жаль)," said the Scarecrow. "The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly (Лев был очень хорошим товарищем для столь трусливого /льва/ = несмотря на свою трусость). But let us go on (но давай пойдем дальше)."
They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river (они отнесли спящую девочку к прелестному местечку около реки;
comrade ['kOmr(e)Id], prevent [prI'vent], breathing ['bri:DIN], poison [pOIzn], gently ['dZentlI], breeze [bri:z]
"I'm sorry," said the Scarecrow. "The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly. But let us go on." They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river, far enough from the poppy field to prevent her breathing any more of the poison of the flowers, and here they laid her gently on the soft grass and waited for the fresh breeze to waken her.
9. The Queen of the Field Mice (Королева полевых мышей)
"We cannot be far from the road of yellow brick, now (мы теперь не можем быть далеко от дороги из желтого кирпича)," remarked the Scarecrow, as he stood beside the girl (заметил Страшила, стоя рядом с девочкой), "for we have come nearly as far as the river carried us away (потому что мы прошли почти столько же: «почти так же далеко, насколько», насколько река унесла нас)."
The Tin Woodman was about to reply (Железный Дровосек уже собирался ответить) when he heard a low growl (когда он услышал глухое рычание), and turning his head (which worked beautifully on hinges) (и, повернув голову, которая прекрасно двигалась на шарнирах) he saw a strange beast come bounding over the grass toward them (он увидел странного зверя, который прыжками приближался к ним по траве). It was, indeed, a great yellow Wildcat (на самом деле, это была большая желтая Дикая Кошка), and the Woodman thought it must be chasing something (и Дровосек подумал, что она, должно быть, гонится за чем-то = за кем-то /за каким-то зверем/;
growl [graul], wildcat ['waIldkxt], chase [tSeIs], fire ['faIq], wrong [rON], harmless ['hQ:mlIs]
"We cannot be far from the road of yellow brick, now," remarked the Scarecrow, as he stood beside the girl, "for we have come nearly as far as the river carried us away." The Tin Woodman was about to reply when he heard a low growl, and turning his head (which worked beautifully on hinges) he saw a strange beast come bounding over the grass toward them. It was, indeed, a great yellow Wildcat, and the Woodman thought it must be chasing something, for its ears were lying close to its head and its mouth was wide open, showing two rows of ugly teeth, while its red eyes glowed like balls of fire. As it came nearer the Tin Woodman saw that running before the beast was a little gray field mouse, and although he had no heart he knew it was wrong for the Wildcat to try to kill such a pretty, harmless creature.