Английский язык с Грэмом Грином. Третий человек

"It was very cold and I got up to close the window curtains (было очень холодно, и я встал, чтобы закрыть оконные занавески; to get up — встать). I only noticed my hand was on hers when I took it away (я только тогда заметил, что моя рука была на ее руке, когда я отнял/убрал ее: «взял ее прочь»). As I stood up I looked down at her face (когда я встал, я посмотрел вниз на ее лицо; to stand up — встать) and she was looking up (а она смотрела вверх/подняла взгляд). It wasn't a beautiful face (это не было красивое лицо)—that was the trouble (вот в чем была проблема). It was a face to live with (это было лицо, с которым /можно было/ жить), day in, day out (изо дня в день: «день внутрь, день наружу»). A face for wear (лицо для нóски; to wear — носить /одежду/). I felt as though I'd come into a new country (я почувствовал так, словно я приехал в новую страну) where I couldn't speak the language (где я не мог говорить на языке /этой страны/). I had always thought it was beauty one loved in a woman (я всегда думал, что в женщине любишь/любят именно красоту). I stood there at the curtains, waiting to pull them, looking out (я стоял там у занавесок, ожидая потянуть их, смотря наружу). I couldn't see anything but my own face (я не мог видеть чего-либо, кроме моего собственного лица), looking back into the room (смотрящего назад в комнату), looking for her (ищущего ее; to look for — искать). She said, 'And what did Harry do that time (а что сделал Гарри сделать в тот раз)?' and I wanted to say (и я хотел сказать), 'Damn Harry (к черту Гарри; to damn — проклинать). He's dead (он мертв). We both loved him, but he's dead (мы оба любили его, но он мертв). The dead are made to be forgotten (мертвецы сделаны = предназначены, чтобы быть забытыми = мертвецы на то и мертвецы, чтобы их забывать; to forget — забывать).' Instead of course all I said was (вместо этого, конечно, все, что я сказал, было), What do you think (что вы думаете)? He just whistled his old tune (он просто просвистел свою старую мелодию) as if nothing was the matter (как ни в чем не бывало; matter — вещество; материя; сущность; содержание; тема, вопрос, предмет /обсуждения и т. п./; вопрос, дело),' and I whistled it to her as well as I could (и я просвистел ее ей так хорошо, как я мог). I heard her catch her breath (я услышал, как она затаила дыхание: «я услышал ее поймать дыхание»), and I looked round and before I could think (и я оглянулся, и прежде чем я мог подумать) is this the right way (правильный это путь/способ), the right card (правильная ли карта), the right gambit (правильный ли гамбит)?—I'd already said (я уже сказал), 'He's dead (он мертв). You can't go on remembering him for ever (вы не можете продолжать помнить/вспоминать его всегда/постоянно; for ever — навсегда, навечно; беспрестанно).'"

reply [rI'plaI], busy ['bIzI], divan [dI'vxn], detail ['di:teIl], trousers ['trauzqz], oppose [q'pquz], determin [dI'tq:mIn]

"Passing? Where to?" It had been a good half an hour's walk from the Inner City to the rim of the English zone, but he always had a reply. "I had too much whisky with Cooler. I needed a walk and I just happened to find myself this way."

"I can't give you a drink here. Except tea. There's some of that packet left."

"No, no thank you." He said, "You are busy," looking at the script.

"I didn't get beyond the first line."

He picked if up and read: "Enter Louise. Louise: I heard a child crying."

"Can I stay a little?" he asked with a gentleness that was more Martins than Rollo.

"I wish you would." He slumped down on the divan, and he told me a long time later (for lovers talk and reconstruct the smallest details if they can find a listener) that there it was he took his second real look at her. She stood there as awkward as himself in a pair of old flannel trousers which had been patched badly in the seat: she stood with her legs firmly straddled as though she were opposing someone and was determined to hold her ground—a small rather stocky figure with any grace she had folded and put away for use professionally.

"One of those bad days?" he asked.

"It's always bad about this time." She explained: "He used to look in, and when I heard your ring, just for a moment, I thought ..." She sat down on a hard chair opposite him and said, "Please talk. You knew him. Just tell me anything."

And so he talked. The sky blackened outside the window while he talked. He noticed after a while that their hands had met. He said to me, "I never meant to fall in love, not with Harry's girl."

"When did it happen?" I asked him.