Английский с Г. К. Честертоном. Рассказы об отце Брауне

 “My friend,” said Flambeau, turning in a kind of fury, “what does all that snuff mean?”

“My friend,” replied Brown, with equal seriousness, “there is one mark of all genuine religions: materialism. Now, devil-worship is a perfectly genuine religion.”

They had come up on the grassy scalp of the hill (они взобрались на вершину холма, покрытую травой; scalp – скальп; оголенная вершина горы

), one of the few bald spots that stood clear of the crashing and roaring pine forest (одно из немногих мест без растительности, свободное от грохочущего и ревущего соснового леса; to crash – грохотать; to roar – реветь; pine – сосна). A mean enclosure, partly timber and partly wire, rattled in the tempest to tell them the border of the graveyard (невзрачная изгородь из проволоки и деревянных столбиков: «частично балки и частично проволока» дребезжала /на фоне/ бури, сообщая путникам: «им», где находится граница кладбища; enclosure – ограда, забор; timber – лесоматериалы; изгородь; балка; border – граница

). But by the time Inspector Craven had come to the corner of the grave (но к тому моменту, когда инспектор Крейвен подошел к углу могилы), and Flambeau had planted his spade point downwards and leaned on it (а Фламбо воткнул лопату /в землю/ и оперся на нее; point – острие), they were both almost as shaken as the shaky wood and wire

(их обоих уже так сотрясало /от порывов ветра/, как лес и проволоку; to shake – трясти). At the foot of the grave grew great tall thistles, grey and silver in their decay (на краю могилы: «у основания могилы» росли большие высокие отцветающие серо-серебристые репейники; foot – ступня; фут; подножие; нижний край; to grow; decay – гниение; разложение; увядание). Once or twice, when a ball of thistledown broke under the breeze and flew past him

(один или два раза, когда порыв ветра отрывал колючий шарик репейника и он летел мимо него; to break; to fly), Craven jumped slightly as if it had been an arrow (Крейвен слегка подпрыгивал, как будто это была стрела).

 They had come up on the grassy scalp of the hill, one of the few bald spots that stood clear of the crashing and roaring pine forest. A mean enclosure, partly timber and partly wire, rattled in the tempest to tell them the border of the graveyard. But by the time Inspector Craven had come to the corner of the grave, and Flambeau had planted his spade point downwards and leaned on it, they were both almost as shaken as the shaky wood and wire. At the foot of the grave grew great tall thistles, grey and silver in their decay. Once or twice, when a ball of thistledown broke under the breeze and flew past him, Craven jumped slightly as if it had been an arrow.