Английские волшебные сказки / English Fairy Tales

jug

[], gracious [‘res]

‘Oh! please, mum, do give me something to eat, mum. I’ve had nothing to eat since yesterday morning, really and truly, mum,’ says Jack. ‘I may as well be broiled as die of hunger.’

Well, the ogre’s wife was not half so bad after all. So she took Jack into the kitchen, and gave him a hunk of bread and cheese and a jug of milk. But Jack hadn’t half finished these when thump! thump! thump! the whole house began to tremble with the noise of someone coming.

‘Goodness gracious me! It’s my old man,’ said the ogre’s wife, ‘what on earth shall I do? Come along quick and jump in here.’ And she bundled Jack into the oven just as the ogre came in.

He was a big one (он был большой один; one вместо ogre), to be sure (уж точно: «быть уверенным»). At his belt he had three calves (у его пояса у него были три теленка; calf – теленок) strung up by the heels (подвешенные за копыта: «пятки»; to string up – подвешивать; string – веревка, шнурок), and he unhooked them (и он отцепил их) and threw them down on the table (и бросил их на стол) and said (и сказал): ‘Here, wife (вот, жена), broil me a couple of these for breakfast (поджарь мне парочку этих на завтрак). Ah! what’s this I smell (что /это/ я чую)?

‘Fee-fi-fo-fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman (я чую кровь англичанина),

Be he alive, or be he dead (будь он жив или будь он мертв),

I’ll have his bones to grind my bread (я получу его кости, чтобы молоть мой хлеб).’

‘Nonsense, dear (вздор, дорогой),’ said his wife (сказала его жена), ‘you’re dreaming (тебе кажется: «ты мечтаешь/тебе снится»; to dream – видеть сон; мечтать). Or perhaps you smell the scraps (или, возможно, ты чуешь остатки) of that little boy you liked so much (того маленького мальчика, который тебе так понравился) for yesterday’s dinner (на вчерашнем обеде). Here (вот), you go and have a wash and tidy up (иди и помой руки, и приведи себя в порядок), and by the time you come back (и ко времени, когда ты придешь назад) your breakfast’ll be ready for you (твой завтрак будет готов для тебя).’

calves

[k:vz], grind [rand]

He was a big one, to be sure. At his belt he had three calves strung up by the heels, and he unhooked them and threw them down on the table and said: ‘Here, wife, broil me a couple of these for breakfast. Ah! what’s this I smell?

‘Fee-fi-fo-fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman,

Be he alive, or be he dead,

I’ll have his bones to grind my bread.’

‘Nonsense, dear,’ said his wife, ‘you’re dreaming. Or perhaps you smell the scraps of that little boy you liked so much for yesterday’s dinner. Here, you go and have a wash and tidy up, and by the time you come back your breakfast’ll be ready for you.’