Английский язык с Р. Л. Стивенсоном. Остров сокровищ

“Sperrit (привидение)? Well, maybe (что ж, может быть),” he said. “But there’s one thing not clear to me (но мне не ясно одно). There was an echo (было эхо). Now, no man ever seen a sperrit with a shadow (итак, никто никогда не видел, /чтобы/ у привидения /была/ тень); well, then, what’s he doing with an echo to him, I should like to know (итак, что же он делал с эхом = откуда же взялось тогда эхо, хотел бы я знать)? That aint in natur’, surely (это не нормально, ведь правда)?”

irreverence [ɪ`revrəns] severally [`sevrəlɪ] echo [`ekəu] shadow [`ʃædəu]

But there was no sign of re-awakening courage in his followers; rather, indeed, of growing terror at the irreverence of his words.

“Belay there, John!” said Merry. “Don’t you cross a sperrit.”

And the rest were all too terrified to reply. They would have run away severally had they dared; but fear kept them together, and kept them close by John, as if his daring helped them. He, on this part, had pretty well fought his weakness down.

“Sperrit? Well, maybe,” he said. “But there’s one thing not clear to me. There was an echo. Now, no man ever seen a sperrit with a shadow; well, then, what’s he doing with an echo to him, I should like to know? That aint in natur’, surely?”

This argument seemed weak enough to me (этот довод показался мне весьма слабым). But you can never tell what will affect the superstitious (но вы никогда не можете сказать, что подействует на суеверных /людей/), and, to my wonder, George Merry was greatly relieved (и, к моему удивлению, Джордж Мерри почувствовал сильное облегчение).

“Well, that’s so (да, это так),” he said. “You’ve a head upon your shoulders, John, and no mistake (/ну и/ голова у тебя на плечах, Джон, бесспорно: «никакой ошибки»). “Bout ship, mates (поворот, приятели; about-ship — поворот /команда/, менять курс, ложиться на другой галс)! This here crew is on a wrong tack, I do believe (эта команда на ложном пути, полагаю = мы просто взяли не тот курс). And come to think on it, it was like Flint’s voice, I grant you (а если подумать, то это было похоже на голос Флинта, вроде бы; to grant — разрешать, давать согласие, допускать), but not just so clearaway like it, after all (но не прямо-таки столь несомненно похож на его, в конце концов; to clear away — очищать, убирать; рассеивать /сомнения/). It was liker somebody else’s voice now — it was liker—

(скорее это был чей-то еще голос, скорее…)”

“By the powers, Ben Gunn (клянусь дьяволом, /это голос/ Бена Ганна)!” roared Silver (проревел Сильвер).

“Ay, and so it were (да, точно),” cried Morgan, springing on his knees (крикнул Морган, вскакивая /с земли/ на колени; to spring — отскочить, подскакивать, прыгать). “Ben Gunn it were (это был Бен Ганн)!”

“It don’t make much odds, do it, now (это не делает большой разницы = а какая разница)?” asked Dick. “Ben Gunn’s not here in the body, any more’n Flint

(Бен Ганн здесь не во плоти — привидение, как и Флинт; any more than — не больше чем, как и).”

аrgument [`ɑ:gju:mənt] superstitious [sju:pə`stɪʃəs] grant [grɑ:nt]

This argument seemed weak enough to me. But you can never tell what will affect the superstitious, and, to my wonder, George Merry was greatly relieved.

“Well, that’s so,” he said. “You’ve a head upon your shoulders, John, and no mistake. “Bout ship, mates! This here crew is on a wrong tack, I do believe. And come to think on it, it was like Flint’s voice, I grant you, but not just so clearaway like it, after all. It was liker somebody else’s voice now — it was liker—”

“By the powers, Ben Gunn!” roared Silver.

“Ay, and so it were,” cried Morgan, springing on his knees. “Ben Gunn it were!”

“It don’t make much odds, do it, now?” asked Dick. “Ben Gunn’s not here in the body, any more’n Flint.”