There being nothing else to do, we went to bed (так как больше нечего было делать, мы легли спать) — that is, we undressed ourselves, and tossed about at the bottom of the boat for some three or four hours (то есть разделись и проворочались на дне лодки три или четыре часа; to toss — бросать, кидать; подбрасывать; беспокойно метаться /о больном/). After which, we managed to get some fitful slumber until five a.m. (после чего сумели поспать беспокойным сном до пяти утра), when we all got up and had breakfast (когда мы все встали и позавтракали).

The second day was exactly like the first (второй день был в точности таким, как и первый). The rain continued to pour down, and we sat, wrapped up in our mackintoshes, underneath the canvas, and drifted slowly down (дождь продолжал идти, мы сидели, завернувшись в непромокаемые плащи, под брезентом, и медленно плыли по течению).

One of us — I forget which one now, but I rather think it was myself (один из нас — я теперь забыл, кто, но, вроде, это был я сам) — made a few feeble attempts during the course of the morning (сделал несколько слабых попыток тем утром; during the course of — в течение, во время) to work up the old gipsy foolishness about being children of Nature and enjoying the wet (вернуться к старой цыганской глупости о детях Природы и наслаждении дождливой погодой; to work up — разрабатывать; возбуждать, вызывать /аппетит, интерес и т. д./; wet — влажность, сырость; дождливая погода); but it did not go down well at all (но из этого совсем ничего не вышло; to go down — спускаться; получать одобрение, быть принятым). That (эта /песня/) —

"I care not for the rain, not I (не люблю я дождя, вот уж не люблю)!"

was so painfully evident, as expressing the sentiments of each of us, that to sing it seemed unnecessary (настолько ясно выражала настроения каждого из нас, что петь ее представлялось излишним; painfully — болезненно, мучительно; крайне, очень).

evident ['evdnt] sentiment ['sentmnt]

There being nothing else to do, we went to bed — that is, we undressed ourselves, and tossed about at the bottom of the boat for some three or four hours. After which, we managed to get some fitful slumber until five a.m., when we all got up and had breakfast.

The second day was exactly like the first. The rain continued to pour down, and we sat, wrapped up in our mackintoshes, underneath the canvas, and drifted slowly down.

One of us — I forget which one now, but I rather think it was myself — made a few feeble attempts during the course of the morning to work up the old gipsy foolishness about being children of Nature and enjoying the wet; but it did not go down well at all. That —

"I care not for the rain, not I!"

was so painfully evident, as expressing the sentiments of each of us, that to sing it seemed unnecessary.