Bastinda: переводы

→A breakfast table under the awning had not yet been cleared, and a group of sparrows fought noisily for the crumbs on cloth and floor. The twittering of the birds, the busy hammering from the cobbler-shop on the ground floor, and the merry cries of children playing in the neighboring courtyard, mingled with the distant street noises in a peaceful morning symphony.

→Half of Dr. Reithmeyer's not very large study was bathed in brightest sunshine, and gleaming dust particles mingled with the slowly twisting pale-blue cigarette smoke to queer fantastic figures in the broad band of light shot through the window by the low-hanging sun. The remainder of the cosy room lay in shadow. In this portion of it was the glass door leading out onto the roof of a woodshed, over which Dr. Reithmeyer had put an awning, with sides that could be let down at will so that the sun might be entirely shut out.

→Miss de Fries took her hands from behind her head, crossed them over the cover of the pathology, and laughed gently.

→"You may be," said Dr. Reithmeyer, coming a step or two nearer the divan, " you may be, but only for a little while longer. When you take up the professional practice of medicine you are no longer a free agent. And I am not free now. You see, my dear Claire, the matter stands thus: I may get the professorship any day. I spoke to Professor Brenninger only yesterday; there is a vacancy and I am to be suggested for it. But of course all that is impossible if I continue to to live in open scandal."

→Dr. Reithmeyer waited about five minutes. He stood leaning on the desk between the window and the glass door, smoked his cigarette, and admired his well-kept nails. At last his patience gave way. He tossed what was left of the papyros into the ash-tray, ran his slender white fingers through his shining black beard, and remarked: "Well? The idea cannot be so very new to you. You must have given the matter an occasional thought yourself. We have been as good as married for two years now, better than married, I might almost say. So we can scarcely be called foolhardy if we legalize our relations."

→Within the room all was still. The beautiful Miss de Fries closed her fat text-book of pathology, stretched herself at full length on the divan, and crossed her hands behind her blond curls. She gnawed her full lips with her strong white teeth, as if in deep thought, and stared silently up at the tiresome garlands on the painted ceiling.