It cast a gloom over the boat, there being no mustard (отсутствие горчицы навеяло тоску на лодку). We ate our beef in silence (мы ели говядину в молчании). Existence seemed hollow and uninteresting (жизнь казалась пустой и неинтересной; existence — существование, жизнь, бытие). We thought of the happy days of childhood, and sighed (мы вспомнили счастливые дни детства и вздохнули). We brightened up a bit, however, over the apple-tart (мы немного повеселели, однако, над яблочным пирогом = перейдя к пирогу), and, when George drew out a tin of pine-apple from the bottom of the hamper (а когда Джордж вытащил консервную банку ананасов со дна корзины; to draw out; tin — олово; жестяная консервная банка; pine-apple: pine — сосна, apple — яблоко), and rolled it into the middle of the boat (и выкатил ее на середину лодки), we felt that life was worth living after all (мы посчитали, что жизнь стоит того, чтобы жить, в конце концов).

We are very fond of pine-apple, all three of us (мы очень любим ананасы, все трое). We looked at the picture on the tin (мы смотрели на картинку на банке); we thought of the juice (мы подумали о соке). We smiled at one another, and Harris got a spoon ready (мы улыбались друг другу, а Гаррис приготовил ложку; to get ready).

Then we looked for the knife to open the tin with (потом мы /стали/ искать нож, чтобы вскрыть им банку). We turned out everything in the hamper (мы перерыли все в корзине; to turn out — выворачивать /карманы/, выворачивать наружу). We turned out the bags (мы перерыли чемоданы). We pulled up the boards at the bottom of the boat (мы подняли доски на дне лодки). We took everything out on to the bank and shook it (мы вынесли все на берег и перетрясли; to shake). There was no tin-opener to be found (нигде не было консервного ножа).

juice [u:s] knife [naf]

It cast a gloom over the boat, there being no mustard. We ate our beef in silence. Existence seemed hollow and uninteresting. We thought of the happy days of childhood, and sighed. We brightened up a bit, however, over the apple-tart, and, when George drew out a tin of pine-apple from the bottom of the hamper, and rolled it into the middle of the boat, we felt that life was worth living after all.

We are very fond of pine-apple, all three of us. We looked at the picture on the tin; we thought of the juice. We smiled at one another, and Harris got a spoon ready.

Then we looked for the knife to open the tin with. We turned out everything in the hamper. We turned out the bags. We pulled up the boards at the bottom of the boat. We took everything out on to the bank and shook it. There was no tin-opener to be found.