El_Timonel: переводы

→“My love?”

→“Otto.”

→“Elisabeth, have you gone completely mad? I’m an Imperial and Royal naval officer with twelve years’ seniority, not some half-witted Ruthene ploughboy making a dash for the Russian lines …”

→Then the thought flashed through my mind that perhaps Elisabeth’s foster-family had decided to resolve the fiancé problem by drastic and direct means … I slipped my pistol out from beneath the bolster, then reached to the bedside table for the matches. Taking the pistol in my right hand, I reached behind me with my left, and suddenly scraped the match along the wall. Imagine my surprise, then, when the flaring light revealed a thick-set country girl of about seventeen or eighteen, standing stark naked in front of the closed door, hands folded awkwardly and looking down at the floor with a face absolutely devoid of any expression.