Английский язык с Грэмом Грином. Третий человек

It must have been about three in the morning (должно было быть около трех утра) when he climbed the stairs to Anna's room (когда он вскарабкался по лестнице к комнате Анны). He was nearly sober by that time (он был почти трезв к тому времени) and had only one idea in his head (и имел только одну мысль в голове), that she must know about Harry too (что она должна знать о Гарри тоже). He felt that somehow this knowledge would pay the mortmain that memory levies on human beings (он чувствовал, что каким-то образом это знание уплатило бы налог /на неотчуждаемое имущество/, который воспоминание взимает с человеческих существ; mortmain — "мертвая рука" /владение недвижимостью без права передачи/; to levy — взимать /налог/), and he would stand a chance with Harry's girl (и у него был бы шанс с девушкой Гарри; to stand a good chance — иметь хорошие шансы). If one is in love oneself (если человек влюблен/если ты влюблен: «в любви» сам), it never occurs to one (тебе никогда не приходит в голову) that the girl doesn't know (что девушка не знает): one believes one has told it plainly in a tone of voice (ты веришь = полагаешь, что ты сказал это ясно в тоне голоса), the touch of a hand (в прикосновении руки). When Anna opened the door to him (когда Анна открыла ему дверь), with astonishment at the sight of him tousled on the threshold (с удивлением перед видом его, взъерошенного, на пороге; to tousle — взъерошивать, ерошить), he never imagined (он никогда = вовсе не воображал) that she was opening the door to a stranger (что она открывала дверь постороннему).

facade/façade [fq'sRd], semi-nude ['semI'nju:d], extraordinary [Ik'strO:d(q)n(q)rI], haunt ['hO:nt], cabaret ['kxbqreI], performer [pq'fO:mq], shrewd [Sru:d], contemptuous [kqn'temptSuqs], journalist ['Gq:n(q)lIst], oppress [q'pres], fidelity [fI'delItI], cynicism ['sInIsIz(q)m], obstinate ['ObstInqt], violence ['vaIqlqns], eternal [I'tq:n(q)l], renunciation [rI"nAnsI'eIS(q)n], astonishment [qs'tOnISmqnt], tousled ['tauz(q)ld], threshold ['TreShquld]

AFTER HE left me, Martins went straight off to drink himself silly. He chose the Oriental to do it in, the dreary smoky little night club that stands behind a sham Eastern facade. The same semi-nude photographs on the stairs, the same half-drunk Americans at the bar, the same bad wine and extraordinary gins—he might have been in any third rate night haunt in any other shabby capital of a shabby Europe. At one point of the hopeless early hours the International Patrol took a look at the scene. Martins had drink after drink: he would probably have had a woman too, but the cabaret performers had all gone home, and there were practically no women left in the place, except for one beautiful shrewd-looking French journalist who made one remark to her companion and fell contemptuously asleep.

Martins moved on: at Maxim's a few couples were dancing rather gloomily, and at a place called Chez Victor the heating had failed and people sat in overcoats drinking cocktails. By this time the spots were swimming in front of Martins' eyes, and he was oppressed by a sense of loneliness. His mind reverted to the girl in Dublin, and the one in Amsterdam. That was one thing that didn't fool you—the straight drink, the simple physical act: one didn't expect fidelity from a woman. His mind revolved in circles—from sentiment to lust and back again from belief to cynicism.

The trams had stopped, and he set out obstinately on foot to find Harry's girl. He wanted to make love to her—just like that: no nonsense, no sentiment. He was in the mood for violence, and the snowy road heaved like a lake, and set his mind on a new course towards sorrow, eternal love, renunciation.

It must have been about three in the morning when he climbed the stairs to Anna's room. He was nearly sober by that time and had only one idea in his head, that she must know about Harry too. He felt that somehow this knowledge would pay the mortmain that memory levies on human beings, and he would stand a chance with Harry's girl. If one is in love oneself, it never occurs to one that the girl doesn't know: one believes one has told it plainly in a tone of voice, the touch of a hand. When Anna opened the door to him, with astonishment at the sight of him tousled on the threshold, he never imagined that she was opening the door to a stranger.

He said, "Anna, I've found out everything (я все выяснил)."

"Come in (входите)," she said, "you don't want to wake the house (вы /ведь/ не хотите перебудить /весь/ дом)." She was in a dressing gown (она была в халате): the divan had become a bed (тахта стала кроватью), the kind of rumbled bed (той разновидностью разворошенной кровати) that showed how sleepless the occupant had been (которая показывала, каким бессонным был владелец: «занимающий ее»).