Английский язык с Энтони Хоупом. Узник Зенды / Anthony Hope. The Prisoner Of Zenda

“You know – I can’t say (ты же знаешь, я не могу сказать). But think what your life is to (но помни, что значит твоя жизнь для) – ”

“Well to (ну, для) —?”

“To Ruritania (для Руритании).”

Was I right to play the part, or wrong to play the part (я был прав или неправ, играя свою роль)? I know not: evil lay both ways, and I dared not tell her the truth (я не знаю, зло имело место в обоих случаях, и я не осмелился сказать ей правду; to lie – лежать; находиться, заключаться).

“So Mr. Detchard is in the secret,” thought I.

Having got rid of my dear brother and his friends, I returned to make my adieu to my cousin. She was standing at the door. I bade her farewell, taking her hand in mine.

“Rudolf,” she said, very low, “be careful, won’t you?”

“Of what?”

“You know – I can’t say. But think what your life is to – ”

“Well to —?”

“To Ruritania.”

Was I right to play the part, or wrong to play the part? I know not: evil lay both ways, and I dared not tell her the truth.

“Only to Ruritania?” I asked softly (только для Руритании? – спросил я мягко).

A sudden flush spread over her incomparable face (неожиданно краска залила ее бесподобное = прекрасное лицо).

“To your friends, too (для ваших друзей тоже),” she said.

“Friends (друзей)?”

“And to your cousin,” she whispered, “and loving servant (и для вашей кузины, – прошептала она, – и преданной слуги; loving – любящий, нежный; верный, преданный).”

I could not speak (я не мог говорить). I kissed her hand, and went out cursing myself (я поцеловал ей руку и вышел, проклиная себя).

Outside I found Master Fritz, quite reckless of the footmen (снаружи я застал мастера Фрица, /который/ совершенно не обращая внимания на лакеев; reckless – безрассудный; пренебрегающий /чем-л./), playing at cat’s-cradle with the Countess Helga (играл в веревочку с графиней Хельгой; cat’s cradle – «кошкина люлька» /игра с веревочкой, надетой на пальцы/).

“Hang it!” said he, “we can’t always be plotting (к черту! – сказал он, – мы не можем вечно плести интриги; to plot – составлять план; интриговать). Love claims his share (любовь требует свое: «свою долю»).”

“I’m inclined to think he does,” said I (я склонен думать, что так, – сказал я); and Fritz, who had been by my side, dropped respectfully behind (и Фриц, который шел рядом, уважительно отступил назад; to drop behind – отставать; отступать назад).

“Only to Ruritania?” I asked softly.

A sudden flush spread over her incomparable face.

“To your friends, too,” she said.

“Friends?”

“And to your cousin,” she whispered, “and loving servant.”

I could not speak. I kissed her hand, and went out cursing myself.

Outside I found Master Fritz, quite reckless of the footmen, playing at cat’s-cradle with the Countess Helga.

“Hang it!” said he, “we can’t always be plotting. Love claims his share.”

“I’m inclined to think he does,” said I; and Fritz, who had been by my side, dropped respectfully behind.

Chapter 9 A New Use for a Tea-table (Новое применение для чайного столика)