I called him 'Master Jervie' to his face (я называла его «мастер Джерви» /прямо/ в лицо), but he didn't appear to be insulted (но он, казалось, не обиделся: «не выглядел обиженным»). Julia says she has never seen him so amiable (Джулия говорит, что она никогда не видела его таким любезным); he's usually pretty unapproachable (что обычно он довольно необщительный: «недоступный»;
We're reading Marie Bashkirtseff's journal (мы читаем дневник Марии Башкирцевой;
woodchuck ['wVdtSAk], insult [In'sAlt], unapproachable ["Anq'prqVtSqb(q)l], metaphor ['metqfq, 'metqfO:], figuratively ['fIgjVrqtIvlI, 'fIgq-]
He wanted to know if there was still a woodchuck's hole under the pile of rocks in the night pasture — and there is! Amasai caught a big, fat, grey one there this summer, the twenty-fifth great-grandson of the one Master Jervis caught when he was a little boy.
I called him 'Master Jervie' to his face, but he didn't appear to be insulted. Julia says she has never seen him so amiable; he's usually pretty unapproachable. But Julia hasn't a bit of tact; and men, I find, require a great deal. They purr if you rub them the right way and spit if you don't. (That isn't a very elegant metaphor. I mean it figuratively.)
We're reading Marie Bashkirtseff's journal. Isn't it amazing?
Listen to this (послушайте вот что): 'Last night I was seized by a fit of despair (прошлой ночью меня охватил приступ отчаяния;
It makes me almost hope I'm not a genius (это заставляет меня почти что надеяться, что я не гениальная личность); they must be very wearing to have about (должно быть, очень утомительно иметь их рядом с собой) — and awfully destructive to the furniture (и ужасно разрушительно для мебели). Mercy (милосердный Боже)! how it keeps pouring (как же продолжает лить /этот дождь/). We shall have to swim to chapel tonight (нам придется добираться вплавь: «плыть» до часовни сегодня вечером).
Yours ever,
Judy
despair [dIs'peq], utterance ['At(q)rqns], destructive [dIs'trAktIv]
Listen to this: 'Last night I was seized by a fit of despair that found utterance in moans, and that finally drove me to throw the dining-room clock into the sea.'
It makes me almost hope I'm not a genius; they must be very wearing to have about — and awfully destructive to the furniture. Mercy! how it keeps pouring. We shall have to swim to chapel tonight.
Yours ever,
Judy
Jan. 20th.
Did you ever have a sweet baby girl (у вас никогда не было прелестной малышки) who was stolen from the cradle in infancy (которую украли из колыбельки в младенчестве;
Maybe I am she (может быть, я — это она)! If we were in a novel (если бы мы были в романе), that would be the denouement, wouldn't it (то такова была бы развязка