Английский язык с Грэмом Грином. Третий человек

"What do you mean put (что вы имеете в виду «поставил бы»)? I don't want to put anybody anywhere (я не хочу ставить кого-либо куда-либо)," Martins said. It had been a very full day (это был очень наполненный день): he had drunk too much with Cooler (он выпил слишком много с Кулером): he had fallen in love (он влюбился): a man had been murdered (был убит человек)—and now he had the quite unjust feeling (а теперь у него было совершенно несправедливое чувство) that he was being got at (что над ним смеялись; to get at — смеяться над: «добраться до»). Zane Grey was one of his heroes (Зейн Грей был одним из его героев = кумиров): he was damned if he was going to stand any nonsense (он был бы проклят, если он собирался выслушивать: «выдерживать» какую-либо чушь).

"I mean would you put him among the really great (я имею в виду, вы бы поместили его среди действительно великих)?"

"If you want to know, I've never heard of him (если вы хотите знать, я никогда не слышал о нем). What did he write (что он писал)?"

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Martins missed the first question altogether, but luckily Crabbin filled the gap and answered it satisfactorily. A woman wearing a brown hat and a piece of fur round her throat said with passionate interest: "May I ask Mr. Dexter if he is engaged on a new work?"

"Oh yes ... Yes."

"May I ask the title?"

"The Third Man," Martins said and gained a spurious confidence as the result of taking that hurdle.

"Mr. Dexter, could you tell us what author has chiefly influenced you?"

Martins without thinking said, "Grey." He meant of course the author of Riders of the Purple Sage, and he was pleased to find his reply gave general satisfaction—to all save an elderly Austrian who asked, "Grey. What Grey? I do not know the name."

Martins felt he was safe now and said, "Zane Grey—I don't know any other," and was mystified at the low subservient laughter from the English colony.

Crabbin interposed quickly for the sake of the Austrians: "That is a little joke of Mr. Dexter's. He meant the poet Gray—a gentle, mild subtle genius—one can see the affinity."

"And he is called Zane Grey?"

"That was Mr. Dexter's joke. Zane Grey wrote what we call Westerns—cheap popular novelettes about bandits and cowboys."

"He is not a greater writer?"

"No, no. Far from it," Mr. Crabbin said. "In the strict sense I would not call him a writer at all." Martins told me that he felt the first stirrings of revolt at that statement. He had never regarded himself before as a writer, but Crabbin's self-confidence irritated him—even the way the light flashed back from Crabbin's spectacles seemed an added cause of vexation. Crabbin said, "He was just a popular entertainer."

"Why the hell not?" Martins said fiercely.

"Oh well, I merely meant..."

"What was Shakespeare?"

Somebody with great daring said, "A poet."

"Have you ever read Zane Grey?"

"No, I can't say ..."

"Then you don't know what you are talking about."

One of the young men tried to come to Crabbin's rescue. "And James Joyce, where would you put James Joyce, Mr. Dexter?"

"What do you mean put? I don't want to put anybody anywhere," Martins said. It had been a very full day: he had drunk too much with Cooler: he had fallen in love: a man had been murdered—and now he had the quite unjust feeling that he was being got at. Zane Grey was one of his heroes: he was damned if he was going to stand any nonsense.

"I mean would you put him among the really great?"

"If you want to know, I've never heard of him. What did he write?"

He didn't realise it (он не сознавал этого), but he was making an enormous impression (но он производил огромное впечатление). Only a great writer could have taken so arrogant, so original a line (только великий писатель мог взять такой высокомерный, такой оригинальный тон: «линию»): several people wrote Zane Grey's name on the backs of envelopes (несколько людей написали имя Зейна Грея на оборотах конвертов) and the Gräfin whispered hoarsely to Crabbin (а графия прошептала хрипло Крэббину), "How do you spell Zane (как пишется «Зейн»)?"