nvs1408: переводы

→Being a normal boy and not a seer, he knew none of these things, and for the present did not care. He had been cold and frightened and sick, and now was warm and safe and comfortable.

→He did not know how Pat had contrived to be here so soon. He did not know how the cabin door had come to be locked, nor exactly how, when he should have been drowned, he had yet come to be saved. He did not know that the polite gentleman who had questioned him at Tom Harris’s would come to see him again in the morning and take down a statement which he would later be required to confirm before a stern old judge in a court of law. He did not know that his young personality and companionship were yet to prove the final cement which would bind together during the next two difficult years the young couple who, after an initial breakdown, had just resolved to begin again.

→But at present, worn out by sea-sickness and nervous strain, he had forgotten what had happened and was ignorant of what was to come.

→Lonely and forlorn, he had come to the house of Joe Veal at the crucial moment of its decay. Like a sick plant the outer petals of the family had one by one peeled off, at length revealing the worm in its heart. Now the ruin and disintegration was complete. Torn between conflicting loyalties, having no mature standards by which to judge, he had contrived to steer a middle course of which no adult need have been ashamed. Much that was unpleasant had happened to him and more was yet to follow.

→In another room Anthony slept. About him the human comedy had played itself out, swinging him with it from time to time as it gyrated. For the most part he had been uncomprehending, either as spectator or participant. The larger issues had passed him by, happening just beyond his purview, casting shadows upon his life but leaving him out of sight of the main procession.

→He listened to it and wondered if she could hear the beating of his heart.

→time continued to have a catch in it that would not quite settle

→‘So long as you failed.’ ‘I failed.’ There was silence in the room. ‘Nothing else matters,’ he said. ‘Nothing. Nothing. Sleep now.’ Her head settled more comfortably upon him. Her breath for a

→‘For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. Easy to promise and hard to fulfil. I – I’ve always felt ashamed of leaving the way I did, for the reasons I did. They seemed good enough at the time, Tom. But sometimes I was desperately ashamed. Somehow, it was because I hated myself so much that I tried to hate you. But – I didn’t seem to be able to help it. All sorts of things came up, confused the issue. I – I’ve tried so hard to hate you. Remember that.’

→‘For better or worse,’ he said.

→Time had passed in the old inn. Almost everyone had retired for the night. The bar at last was empty, except for the smell of stale beer and the tobacco fumes curling like fog about the low ceiling. Mrs Nichols, dozing off to sleep beside Mr Nichols, was aware that she had intended going up to see if the young lady wanted anything, but she had been busy at the last preparing the other two attic rooms for the two men who had come in very late and who her husband said must be accommodated. When she finished that it was so late that she had hesitated to go up and disturb her. Perhaps she was still with the boy. A pity there had not been anything better than an attic room to offer her. It was seven years since they had had such a full house in December, when the Madrid ran aground by High Cliff.

→‘Yes, but always, always it will have happened.’

→‘It’s a nightmare,’ he said. ‘Look on it as that. There’ll be an awakening.’

→‘Dear God,’ she said suddenly, a twitch of horror going through her. ‘My mother … It – it doesn’t bear thinking of.’

→Silence fell.

→‘They’ll pass, my dear. It’s a question of keeping up until then.’

→‘I wish these next weeks were over. I wish …’

→‘Perry didn’t come back to England until after mother had died,’ she said almost inaudibly.

→‘A clever Q.C. may get her off, but I don’t think so. If the – the second analysis confirms the first then there won’t be any escape.’

→He had not been seen, for the rower had his back to him, but before he could make up his mind whether to call out or to make his escape, Tom turned his head and nodded and smiled. He began to pull on his right oar, which would bring him nearer to the jetty.