Now, the coxswain’s hesitation seemed to be unnatural
(колебания рулевого казались неестественными); and as for the notion of his preferring wine to brandy (а что касается упоминания его предпочтения вина бредни), I entirely disbelieved it (я совершенно не поверил этому). The whole story was a pretext (весь этот рассказ был предлогом). He wanted me to leave the deck (он хотел, чтобы я покинул палубу) — so much was plain (это было ясно); but with what purpose I could in no way imagine (но с какой целью — я не мог никоим образом представить). His eyes never met mine (его глаза никогда не встречали мои = он избегал смотреть в глаза); they kept wandering to and fro, up and down (они продолжали блуждать туда-сюда, вверх и вниз), now with a look to the sky (то со взглядом = он глядел в небо), now with a flitting glance upon the dead O’Brien (то мельком глядел на мертвого О’Брайена;“Some wine
(вина)?” I said. “Far better (гораздо лучше = отлично). Will you have white or red (вы будете белое или красное)?”“Well, I reckon it’s about the blessed same to me, shipmate
(думаю, это чертовски все равно для меня, приятель),” he replied (ответил он); “so it’s strong, and plenty of it, what’s the odds (только чтобы крепкое и побольше, /а так/ какая разница)?”“All right
(хорошо),” I answered (я ответил). “I’ll bring you port, Mr. Hands (я принесу вам портвейна, мистер Хендс). But I’ll have to dig for it (но мне придется поискать: «откопать» его).”hesitation [hezɪ`teɪʃn] tongue [tʌŋ] guilty [`gɪltɪ] deception [dɪ`sepʃn] suspicions [sə`spɪʃn]
Now, the coxswain’s hesitation seemed to be unnatural; and as for the notion of his preferring wine to brandy, I entirely disbelieved it. The whole story was a pretext. He wanted me to leave the deck — so much was plain; but with what purpose I could in no way imagine. His eyes never met mine; they kept wandering to and fro, up and down, now with a look to the sky, now with a flitting glance upon the dead O’Brien. All the time he kept smiling, and putting his tongue out in the most guilty, embarrassed manner, so that a child could have told that he was bent on some deception. I was prompt with my answer, however, for I saw where my advantage lay; and that with a fellow so densely stupid I could easily conceal my suspicions to the end.
“Some wine?” I said. “Far better. Will you have white or red?”
“Well, I reckon it’s about the blessed same to me, shipmate,” he replied; “so it’s strong, and plenty of it, what’s the odds?”
“All right,” I answered. “I’ll bring you port, Mr. Hands. But I’ll have to dig for it.”