shakirovragimk: переводы

→Suddenly I felt a vague twinge of disquiet. Ought I to shout an alarm? But the look-out—an instructor seaman—had said nothing, and I had no wish to be the laughing-stock of the 1900 Jahrgang for the rest of the academic year: “the man who thought Venus was a masthead light.” I looked around, and saw that the two helmsman had laid hold of the wheel. Ought I to say something . . . ? The bora squall hit us like an invisible express train: all the demons in hell galloping on the backs of panthers across the summer sea in a shrieking, howling mob. Within a couple of seconds the Galatea was leaning over with the sea pouring in through the gunports as the watch below swarmed up through the hatches in alarm and half-awake cadets slithered across the heeling, spray-scourged deck.