Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

So the grip that held him did not forbid all movement! (итак хватка, которая держала его, не запрещала всякого движения!) This gave him food for thought (это дало ему пищу для мысли), though he knew that he could not long thus elude the monster of living jelly (хотя он знал, что /он/ не мог = не может долго таким образом ускользать /от/ чудища из живого студня).

Something prodded his mailed side (что-то кольнуло его окольчуженный бок = бок в кольчуге). Looking down, he saw the rust-eaten dagger he had glimpsed before (посмотрев вниз, он увидел изъеденный ржавчиной кинжал, /который/ он заметил прежде). His movement sideways had brought the hilt of the weapon against his ribs (его движение вбок принесло рукоятку оружия к его ребрам).

held [held], food [fu: d], thus [ds]

So the grip that held him did not forbid all movement! This gave him food for thought, though he knew that he could not long thus elude the monster of living jelly.

Something prodded his mailed side. Looking down, he saw the rust-eaten dagger he had glimpsed before. His movement sideways had brought the hilt of the weapon against his ribs.

His upper arm was still clamped against the stone by the sleeve of his mail shirt, but his forearm and hand were free (его верхняя рука = рука выше локтя была все еще прижата к камню рукавом его кольчуги, но его предплечье и кисть были свободны). Could he bend his arm far enough to clasp the haft of the dagger? (мог ли он изогнуть /свою/ руку достаточно далеко, чтобы схватить рукоятку кинжала?)

He strained, inching his hand along the stone (он напрягся, медленно продвигая /свою/ кисть вдоль камня). The mail of his arm scraped slowly over the surface; sweat trickled into his eyes (кольчуга /на/ его руке царапала медленно по поверхности, пот сочился в = заливал его глаза). Bit by bit, his straining arm moved toward the handle of the dagger (понемножку его напряженная рука продвигалась к рукоятке кинжала). The taunting tune of Feng’s flute sang maddeningly in his ears (дразнящий мотив флейты Фэна пел, сводя с ума, в его ушах), while the ungodly stench of the slime-thing filled his nostrils (в то время как ужасное зловоние слизистой твари заполняло его ноздри).

along ['l], over ['uv], while [wal]

His upper arm was still clamped against the stone by the sleeve of his mail shirt, but his forearm and hand were free. Could he bend his arm far enough to clasp the haft of the dagger?

He strained, inching his hand along the stone. The mail of his arm scraped slowly over the surface; sweat trickled into his eyes. Bit by bit, his straining arm moved toward the handle of the dagger. The taunting tune of Feng’s flute sang maddeningly in his ears, while the ungodly stench of the slime-thing filled his nostrils.

His hand touched the dagger, and in an instant he held the hilt fast (его кисть коснулась кинжала, и через мгновение он держал рукоятку крепко). But, as he strained it away from the shaft, the rust-eaten blade broke with a sharp ping (но, когда он потянул его от столба, изъеденное ржавчиной лезвие сломалось с резким звоном). Rolling his eyes downward, he saw that about two thirds of the blade, from the tapering point back, had broken off and lay flat against the stone (повернув свои глаза вниз, он увидел, что около двух третей клинка от суживающегося острия назад отломались и лежат горизонтально на камне; to break off — отломаться). The remaining third still projected from the hilt (оставшаяся треть все еще выступала из рукояти). Since there was now less iron in the dagger for the shaft to attract, Conan was able, by a muscle-bulging effort, to tear the stump of the weapon away from the shaft (поскольку теперь было меньше железа в кинжале для колонны притягивать = чтобы его могла притянуть колонна, Конан смог вздувающим мускулы усилием = усилием, от которого вздулись мускулы, оторвать обломок оружия от столба).

touched [ttt], fast [f: st], effort ['eft]

His hand touched the dagger, and in an instant he held the hilt fast. But, as he strained it away from the shaft, the rust-eaten blade broke with a sharp ping. Rolling his eyes downward, he saw that about two thirds of the blade, from the tapering point back, had broken off and lay flat against the stone. The remaining third still projected from the hilt. Since there was now less iron in the dagger for the shaft to attract, Conan was able, by a muscle-bulging effort, to tear the stump of the weapon away from the shaft.