pesok08: переводы

→His huge fists seized me by my jacket collar and the seat of my trousers and carried me struggling and screaming towards the rail. “No! No! Please! I can explain! My name’s Prohaska, not Globočnik! Just wait a moment . . . Please!” He dumped me gasping in the scuppers and stood towering over me, massive legs apart and arms folded as he regarded me with one bullock’s eye, as if deciding whether or not to crush me beneath his enormous boot like a woodlouse.

→ “No, no,” I spluttered when the laughter had subsided, “I mean, I’m not Cadet Globočnik. He’s in . . .” I was cut off by a bellow of fury from the Bo’sun. “What? Not Globočnik? Then you’re an impostor, you young hound: a stowaway like as not or a pickpocket evading the police ashore. I’ll teach you to try your tricks on us! Over the side with you, and swim back where you came from . . .”

→“I most obediently report, Herr Oberstabsbootsmann . . .” There was a roar of laughter from the bystanders. I turned purple with embarrassment. “I mean, Herr Bootsmann, very well thank you . . . Except that I’m not who you think I am. I’m . . .” “ . . . The lost Archduke,” someone chipped in, “stolen from his cradle by gypsies. The heart-shaped birthmark will reveal all.” There was another burst of merriment. Oh God, I thought, why are these ruffians tormenting me? Is this voyage going to be one long Calvary of humiliation and oppression? If it was then I would cut my wrists without further delay

→“Good-morning young lad, and how are we today?” He smiled so that the freshly waxed ends of his moustache went up like semaphore arms. I hardly knew how to answer this apparent friendliness, which seemed to me suspiciously like the overture to another ferocious bout of bullyragging. And how was I supposed to address a senior warrant officer? Best to err on the side of politeness, I thought, with a giant like this.

→Bo’sun Njegosić was waiting for me on deck, shaved now and in uniform instead of dungarees. The ship was still in a dirty and disordered state, but I saw that during my time below some impression had been made on the chaos. More sailors were aboard now, and the work was proceeding in a more lively and purposeful fashion, to a point where even the dockyard staff were showing a certain animation.

→I saw at once that I had said the wrong thing. There was a heavy silence. At last one of the corporals spoke, quietly. “If you value your front teeth I wouldn’t say things like that, my lad. There’s no pilfering aboard a decent ship like ours and no one’s going to thank you for suggesting there is. Your chest’s probably down in the hold. Anyway, up on deck, let’s have you.” I clambered up the companionways with stiff, aching limbs and into the fresh air and soft early sunlight of a June morning.