He was plainly blind
(он был, очевидно, слеп), for he tapped before him with a stick (так как постукивал перед собой палкой /тростью/), and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose (и носил большой зеленый козырек над глазами и носом = надвинутый на глаза и нос;wonder [`wʌndə] youth [juθ] appeal [ə`pi:l] deformed [dɪ`fɔ:md] dreadful [`dredf(ə)l]
Once, for instance, to our extreme wonder, he piped up to a different air, a kind of country love-song, that he must have learned in his youth before he had begun to follow the sea.
So things passed until, the day after the funeral, and about three o’clock of a bitter, foggy, frosty afternoon, I was standing at the door for a moment full of sad thoughts about my father, when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road.
He was plainly blind, for he tapped before him with a stick, and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose; and he was hunched, as if with age or weakness, and wore a huge old tattered sea-cloak with a hood, that made him appeal positively deformed. I never saw in my life a more dreadful looking figure. He stopped a little from the inn, and, raising his voice in an odd sing-song, addressed the air in front of him: —
“Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man
(не сообщит ли какой-нибудь добрый друг бедному слепому человеку), who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defence of his native country, England (который потерял драгоценное зрение в храброй обороне своей родины, Англии;“You are at the ‘Admiral Benbow’
(вы находитесь возле /трактира/ «Адмирал Бенбоу»), Black Hill Cove, my good man (в бухте Черного Холма, мой добрый человек),” said I.“I hear a voice
(я слышу голос),” said he — “a young voice (молодой голос). Will you give me your hand, my kind, young friend, and lead me in (вы дадите мне руку, мой добрый юный друг, и проведете меня внутрь /дома/)?”blind [blaɪnd] precious [`preʃəs] gracious [`greɪʃəs] country [`kʌntrɪ]
“Will any kind friend inform a poor blind man, who has lost the precious sight of his eyes in the gracious defence of his native country, England, and God bless King George! — where or in what part of this country he may now be?”
“You are at the ‘Admiral Benbow,’ Black Hill Cove, my good man,” said I.
“I hear a voice,” said he — “a young voice. Will you give me your hand, my kind, young friend, and lead me in?”