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

Again, villain as the man was, I did not relish being one of a crowd against him – perhaps it was that. But stronger than either of these restrained feelings came a curiosity and a fascination which held me spellbound, watching for the outcome of the scene.

“Michael, you dog! Michael! If you can stand, come on!” cried Rupert; and he advanced a step, the group shrinking back a little before him. “Michael, you bastard! Come on!”

The answer to his taunts came in the wild cry of a woman:

“He’s dead! My God, he’s dead!”

“Dead!” shouted Rupert. “I struck better than I knew!” and he laughed triumphantly. Then he went on: “Down with your weapons there! I’m your master now! Down with them, I say!”

I believe they would have obeyed, but as he spoke came new things. First, there arose a distant sound, as of shouts and knockings from the other side of the ch^ateau. My heart leapt.

It must be my men, come by a happy disobedience to seek me (должно быть, мои люди, к счастью, ослушались моего приказа и вернулись искать меня; disobedience – неповиновение, непослушание). The noise continued, but none of the rest seemed to heed it (этот шум продолжался, но никто «из остальных», казалось, не замечал его). Their attention was chained by what now happened before their eyes (их внимание было приковано к тому, что происходило в данный момент у них перед глазами). The group of servants parted and a woman staggered on to the bridge (группа слуг расступилась, и на мост, шатаясь, вышла женщина; to part – разделять/ся/). Antoinette de Mauban was in a loose white robe (Антуанетта де Мобан была в широком белом одеянии), her dark hair streamed over her shoulders, her face was ghastly pale (ее темные волосы рассыпались по плечам, а лицо было мертвенно-бледным; to stream – течь, струиться; развеваться; ghastly – страшный; мертвенно-бледный; pale – бледный), and her eyes gleamed wildly in the light of the torches (глаза ее дико сверкали при свете факелов). In her shaking hand she held a revolver (в своей дрожащей руке она держала револьвер), and, as she tottered forward, she fired it at Rupert Hentzau (и, двигаясь вперед нетвердой походкой, выстрелила в Руперта). The ball missed him, and struck the woodwork over my head (пуля прошла мимо него и ударила в деревянную панель у меня над головой; to miss – промахнуться, не достичь цели).

“Faith, madame,” laughed Rupert (клянусь честью, сударыня, – засмеялся Руперт), “had your eyes been no more deadly than your shooting (не будь ваш взгляд более убийственным, нежели ваша стрельба), I had not been in this scrape – nor Black Michael in hell – tonight (я бы не оказался в таком неприятном положении – а Черный Михаэль в аду – этой ночью; scrape – соскабливание; неприятность, затруднение)!”

She took no notice of his words (она не обратила внимания на его слова). With a wonderful effort, she calmed herself till she stood still and rigid (она всеми силами овладела собой: «удивительным усилием она успокоилась» и теперь стояла спокойно и ровно; rigid – жесткий, негнущийся; устойчивый, неподвижный). Then very slowly and deliberately she began to raise her arm again (потом очень медленно и осторожно она снова стала поднимать руку), taking most careful aim (целясь более тщательно; careful – заботливый, внимательный; старательный, тщательный; to take aim – прицеливаться).

It must be my men, come by a happy disobedience to seek me. The noise continued, but none of the rest seemed to heed it. Their attention was chained by what now happened before their eyes. The group of servants parted and a woman staggered on to the bridge. Antoinette de Mauban was in a loose white robe, her dark hair streamed over her shoulders, her face was ghastly pale, and her eyes gleamed wildly in the light of the torches. In her shaking hand she held a revolver, and, as she tottered forward, she fired it at Rupert Hentzau. The ball missed him, and struck the woodwork over my head.

“Faith, madame,” laughed Rupert, “had your eyes been no more deadly than your shooting, I had not been in this scrape – nor Black Michael in hell – tonight!”

She took no notice of his words. With a wonderful effort, she calmed herself till she stood still and rigid. Then very slowly and deliberately she began to raise her arm again, taking most careful aim.