Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

Not relishing so grim a fate, Conan had made a swift, devastating reply (не одобряя такой ужасной участи, Конан дал быстрый разрушительный ответ). A thrust through the body with his great northern broadsword had finished the high priest (удар насквозь /тела/ его огромным северным палашом прикончил верховного жреца). Then he had toppled the bloodstained wooden idol of the Bamula deity upon the other shamans and fled into the darkness of the surrounding jungle (потом он опрокинул окровавленного деревянного идола бамульского божества на других шаманов и убежал во тьму окружающих джунглей; to flee — убегать, исчезать). He had groped his way for many weary leagues northward (он искал /свой/ путь много утомительных лиг к северу), until he reached the region where the crowding forest thinned out and gave way to the open grasslands (пока /не/ не достиг района, где теснящий = густой лес поредел и уступил открытым лугам; to give way — уступать, поддаваться, отступать). Now he meant to cross the savanna on foot to reach the kingdom of Kush (теперь он намеревался пересечь саванну пешком, чтобы достичь королевства Куш), where his barbaric strength and the weight of his sword might find him employment in the service of the dusky monarchs of that ancient land (где его варварская сила и вес его меча могли найти ему работу на службе /у/ смуглых монархов той древней земли; to mean — иметь в виду, подразумевать, намереваться).

reply [rɪˈplaɪ], priest [pri: st], ancient [ˈeɪnʃənt]

Not relishing so grim a fate, Conan had made a swift, devastating reply. A thrust through the body with his great northern broadsword had finished the high priest. Then he had toppled the bloodstained wooden idol of the Bamula deity upon the other shamans and fled into the darkness of the surrounding jungle. He had groped his way for many weary leagues northward, until he reached the region where the crowding forest thinned out and gave way to the open grasslands. Now he meant to cross the savanna on foot to reach the kingdom of Kush, where his barbaric strength and the weight of his sword might find him em- ployment in the service of the dusky monarchs of that ancient land.

Suddenly his thoughts were snatched away from contemplation of the past by a thrill of danger (вдруг его мысли были оторваны от размышлений о прошлом дрожью опасности; to snatch — срывать, вырывать). Some primal instinct of survival alerted him to the presence of peril (некий изначальный инстинкт выживания предупредил его о присутствии опасности). He halted and stared about him through the long shadows cast by the setting sun (он остановился и пристально посмотрел вокруг себя сквозь длинные тени, отбрасываемые заходящим солнцем; to stare — пристально смотреть, уставиться, вглядываться). As the hairs of his nape bristled with the touch of unseen menace, the giant barbarian searched the air with sensitive nostrils and probed the gloom with smoldering eyes (когда волоски /на/ /его/ затылке встали дыбом с = от касания невидимой угрозы, гигантский варвар исследовал воздух чувствительными ноздрями и прощупал мрак горящими глазами). Although he could neither see nor smell anything, the mysterious sense of danger of the wilderness-bred told him that peril was near (хотя он /не/ мог ни увидеть, ни учуять чего-либо / ничего, таинственное чувство опасности дико-взращенного = выросшего среди дикой природы поведало ему, что опасность /была/ близко). He felt the feathery touch of invisible eyes and he whirled to glimpse a pair of large orbs, glowing in the gloom (он ощутил легкое касание невидимых глаз, и он повернулся, чтобы увидеть пару больших глаз, пылающих во мраке; to feel — чувствовать (себя), ощущать).

primal [ˈpraɪməl], cast [kɑ: st], bristle [brɪsl]

Suddenly his thoughts were snatched away from contemplation of the past by a thrill of danger. Some primal instinct of survival alerted him to the presence of peril. He halted and stared about him through the long shadows cast by the setting sun. As the hairs of his nape bristled with the touch of unseen menace, the giant barbarian searched the air with sensitive nostrils and probed the gloom with smoldering eyes. Although he could neither see nor smell anything, the mysterious sense of danger of the wilderness-bred told him that peril was near. He felt the feathery touch of invisible eyes and he whirled to glimpse a pair of large orbs, glowing in the gloom.