Английский язык с Конан Дойлем. Этюд в багровых тонах (ASCII-IPA)

Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle (прежде чем усесться, он положил на землю свою бесполезную винтовку; to deposit — класть, размещать), and also a large bundle tied up in a grey shawl (а также большой узел, завязанный серой шалью), which he had carried slung over his right shoulder (который он нес, перебросив через правое плечо; to sling — бросать; вешать/перебрасывать через плечо). It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength (казалось, узел был тяжеловат для его сил: «несколько слишком тяжел…»), for in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence (так как, когда он его опустил, узел тяжело шмякнулся на землю; violence — сила, применение силы). Instantly there broke from the grey parcel a little moaning cry (тотчас же из серого узла раздался слабый полустон-полувскрик; to break — разразиться; начаться внезапно; to moan — стонать; cry — крик, вопль), and from it there protruded a small, scared face (и из него высунулось маленькое перепуганное личико; to protrude — высовываться), with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled, dimpled fists (с блестящими: «очень яркими» карими глазами, и два грязных пухлых кулачка; to speckle — испещрять, пятнать; to dimple — образовывать углубление).

salt [sO:lt], wandering ['wOnd(@)rIN], feather ['feD@], rifle [raIfl]

He had toiled painfully down the ravine, and on to this little elevation, in the vain hope of seeing some signs of water. Now the great salt plain stretched before his eyes, and the distant belt of savage mountains, without a sign anywhere of plant or tree, which might indicate the presence of moisture. In all that broad landscape there was no gleam of hope. North, and east, and west he looked with wild questioning eyes, and then he realised that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. "Why not here, as well as in a feather bed, twenty years hence," he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a boulder.

Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundle tied up in a grey shawl, which he had carried slung over his right shoulder. It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the grey parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protruded a small, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled, dimpled fists.

"You've hurt me!" said a childish voice reproachfully (ты мне сделал больно, — с упреком сказал детский голос).