Английский для смелых. Истории о духах и привидениях / Great Ghost Stories

Crazed with jealousy and rage (обезумев от ревности и ярости; to craze – сводить с ума; сходить с ума), blind and bestial with all the elemental passions of insulted manhood (в слепом примитивном животном гневе оскорбленного мужского достоинства; bestial – скотский, животный; elemental – основной; элементарный; неконтролируемый, стихийный, природный; passion – страсть; взрыв чувств, сильное душевное волнение; вспышка гнева; manhood – возмужалость, зрелость; мужские качества), I entered the house and sprang up the stairs to the door of my wife’s chamber (я вошел в дом и ринулся вверх по лестнице к двери комнаты моей жены). It was closed (она была закрыта), but having tampered with its lock also (но так как я поработал и с ее замком), I easily entered and despite the black darkness soon stood by the side of her bed (я легко проник внутрь и, несмотря на кромешную: «черную» темноту, вскоре стоял возле ее постели; side – сторона). My groping hands told me that although disarranged it was unoccupied (наощупь я понял: «мои нащупывавшие руки сказали мне», что хотя постель и была разобрана, в ней никого не было; to grope – искать, нащупывать; to disarrange – приводить в беспорядок; to arrange – приводить в порядок; unoccupied – свободный, незанятый /о месте/).

 One luckless evening it occurred to me to test my wife’s fidelity in a vulgar, commonplace way familiar to everyone who has acquaintance with the literature of fact and fiction. I went to the city, telling my wife that I should be absent until the following afternoon. But I returned before daybreak and went to the rear of the house, purposing to enter by a door with which I had secretly so tampered that it would seem to lock, yet not actually fasten. As I approached it, I heard it gently open and close, and saw a man steal away into the darkness. With murder in my heart, I sprang after him, but he had vanished without even the bad luck of identification. Sometimes now I cannot even persuade myself that it was a human being.

Crazed with jealousy and rage, blind and bestial with all the elemental passions of insulted manhood, I entered the house and sprang up the stairs to the door of my wife’s chamber. It was closed, but having tampered with its lock also, I easily entered and despite the black darkness soon stood by the side of her bed. My groping hands told me that although disarranged it was unoccupied.

“She is below,” I thought (она внизу, – подумал я), “and terrified by my entrance has evaded me in the darkness of the hall (и, испуганная моим приходом, ускользнула от меня во мраке холла; to evade – ускользать /от преследования и т. п./).”