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

 I had retired early and fallen almost immediately into a peaceful sleep, from which I awoke with that indefinable sense of peril which is, I think, a common experience in that other, earlier life. Of its unmeaning character, too, I was entirely persuaded, yet that did not banish it. My husband, Joel Hetman, was away from home; the servants slept in another part of the house. But these were familiar conditions; they had never before distressed me. Nevertheless, the strange terror grew so insupportable that conquering my reluctance to move I sat up and lit the lamp at my bedside. Contrary to my expectation this gave me no relief; the light seemed rather an added danger, for I reflected that it would shine out under the door, disclosing my presence to whatever evil thing might lurk outside. You that are still in the flesh, subject to horrors of the imagination, think what a monstrous fear that must be which seeks in darkness security from malevolent existences of the night. That is to spring to close quarters with an unseen enemy – the strategy of despair!

Extinguishing the lamp I pulled the bed-clothing about my head (потушив лампу, я натянула покрывало на голову; bed – кровать, постель; clothing – покрытие, покрывающий слой; покрывало) and lay trembling and silent, unable to shriek, forgetful to pray (и молча лежала, дрожа, не в состоянии закричать, забыв о молитвах; forgetful – забывчивый; забывающий; to pray – молиться). In this pitiable state I must have lain for what you call hours (в таком плачевном состоянии я пролежала, должно быть, часы, как вы их называете; pitiable – достойный жалости, сожаления; презренный, жалкий; to lie) – with us there are no hours, there is no time (для нас часов нет, времени не существует).