Английский язык с Грэмом Грином. Третий человек

"Then why the hell should you be in front (тогда какого черта должны вы быть впереди; why — почему; hell — ад)?" "It's my job, sir (это моя работа, сэр)." The water came halfway up their legs as they walked (вода поднялась им до колен: «пришла на полпути вверх по их ногам», пока они шли): the policeman kept his torch pointing down and ahead (полицейский держал свой фонарь указывающим вниз и вперед) at the disturbed trail at the sewer's edge (на неровный след вдоль края канала; to disturb — беспокоить; приводить /что-л./ в беспорядок, хаос). He said, "The silly thing is the bastard doesn't stand a chance (глупость в том, что у этого ублюдка нет ни одного шанса). The manholes are all guarded (люки все охраняются) and we've cordoned off the way into the Russian zone (и мы оцепили весь путь в русскую зону). All our chaps have to do now (все, что наши парни должны делать сейчас) is to sweep inwards down the side passes from the manholes (это прочесывать внутрь вдоль: «вниз» по боковым коридорам от люков)." He took a whistle out of his pocket and blew (он достал свисток из своего кармана и дунул; to blow), and very far away here and again there (и очень далеко здесь и снова там) came the notes of the reply (пришли = раздались сигналы ответа). He said, "They are all down here now (теперь они все здесь внизу). The sewer police I mean (канализационная полиция, я имею в виду). They know this place just as I know the Tottenham Court Road (они знают это место точно так же, как я знаю /улицу/ Тоттенхэм-Корт-Роуд). I wish my old woman could see me now (я желаю = хотел бы, чтобы моя старуха могла видеть меня сейчас)," he said, lifting his torch for a moment to shine it ahead (сказал он, поднимая на секунду свой фонарь, чтобы посветить им вперед), and at that moment the shot came (и в этот момент раздался выстрел). The torch flew out of his hand (фонарь вылетел наружу из его руки; to fly — лететь) and fell in the stream (и упал в поток). He said, "God blast the bastard (Господь разрази этого ублюдка)."

rare [req], brush [brAS], cavernous ['kxv(q)nqs], adventure [qd'ventSq], account [q'kaunt], voyage ['vOIIG], Thames [temz], tributary ['trIbjut(q)rI], current ['kAr(q)nt], debris ['deIbri:], quiet ['kwaIqt], orange ['OrInG], disturb [dIs'tq:b]

What had happened was this. Martins was still on the telephone to me when Harry Lime came into the caf'e. I don't know what he heard, if he heard anything. The mere sight of a man wanted by the police and without friends in Vienna speaking on the telephone would have been enough to warn him. He was out of the caf'e again before Martins had put down the receiver. It was one of those rare moments when none of my men was in the caf'e. One had just left and another was on the pavement about to come in. Harry Lime brushed by him and made for the kiosk. Martins came out of the caf'e and saw my men. If he had called out then it would have been an easy shot, but it was not, I suppose, Lime, the penicillin racketeer who was escaping down the street; it was Harry.

He hesitated just long enough for Lime to put the kiosk between them: then he called out "That's him," but Lime had already gone to ground.

What a strange world unknown to most of us lies under our feet: we live above a cavernous land of waterfalls and rushing rivers, where tides ebb and flow as in the world above. If you have ever read the adventures of Allan Quartermain and the account of his voyage along the underground river to the city of Milosis, you will be able to picture the scene of Lime's last stand. The main sewer, half as wide as the Thames, rushes by under a huge arch, fed by tributary streams: these streams have fallen in waterfalls from higher levels and have been purified in their fall, so that only in these side channels is the air foul. The main stream smells sweet and fresh with a faint tang of ozone, and everywhere in the darkness is the sound of falling and rushing water. It was just past high tide when Martins and the policeman reached the river: first the curving iron staircase, then a short passage so low they had to stoop, and then the shallow edge of the water lapped at their feet. My man shone his torch along the edge of the current and said, "He's gone that way," for just as a deep stream when it shallows at the rim leaves an accumulation of debris, so the sewer left in the quiet water against the wall a scum of orange peel, old cigarette cartons and the like, and in this scum Lime had left his trail as unmistakably as if he had walked in mud. My policeman shone his torch ahead with his left hand, and carried his gun in his right. He said to Martins, "Keep behind me, sir, the bastard may shoot."