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

 “That old local rhyme about the house of Glengyle —

As green sap to the summer treesIs red gold to the Ogilvies —

was literal as well as metaphorical. It did not merely mean that the Glengyles sought for wealth; it was also true that they literally gathered gold; they had a huge collection of ornaments and utensils in that metal. They were, in fact, misers whose mania took that turn. In the light of that fact, run through all the things we found in the castle. Diamonds without their gold rings; candles without their gold candlesticks; snuff without the gold snuff-boxes; pencil-leads without the gold pencil-cases; a walking stick without its gold top; clockwork without the gold clocks – or rather watches. And, mad as it sounds, because the halos and the name of God in the old missals were of real gold; these also were taken away.”

The garden seemed to brighten, the grass to grow gayer in the strengthening sun, as the crazy truth was told (казалось, что сад стал ярче, а трава стала расти веселее под более жарким солнцем после того, как была рассказана бредовая правда; to brighten – становиться ярче; to strengthen – усиливать/ся/). Flambeau lit a cigarette as his friend went on (Фламбо закурил, а друг его продолжил; to light – зажигать; to go on – продолжать

).

“Were taken away (были взяты),” continued Father Brown (продолжил отец Браун); “were taken away – but not stolen (взяты – но не украдены; to steal

). Thieves would never have left this mystery (воры ни за что не оставили бы такой тайны; thief; to leave). Thieves would have taken the gold snuff-boxes, snuff and all; the gold pencil-cases, lead and all (воры бы взяли золотые табакерки, табак и все остальное; золотые пеналы, грифели и все остальное). We have to deal with a man with a peculiar conscience, but certainly a conscience

(мы имеем дело с человеком со своеобразной совестью, но, безусловно, с совестью; peculiar – специфический; особенный, своеобразный). I found that mad moralist this morning in the kitchen garden yonder, and I heard the whole story (я встретил этого безумного моралиста сегодня утром в огороде вон там, и он мне многое рассказал: «и я услышал всю историю»).

 The garden seemed to brighten, the grass to grow gayer in the strengthening sun, as the crazy truth was told. Flambeau lit a cigarette as his friend went on.

“Were taken away,” continued Father Brown; “were taken away – but not stolen. Thieves would never have left this mystery. Thieves would have taken the gold snuff-boxes, snuff and all; the gold pencil-cases, lead and all. We have to deal with a man with a peculiar conscience, but certainly a conscience. I found that mad moralist this morning in the kitchen garden yonder, and I heard the whole story.