Английский с Джеком Лондоном. Любовь к жизни / Jack London. Love of Live

Near the horizon the sun was smouldering dimly, almost obscured by formless mists and vapors, which gave an impression of mass and density without outline or tangibility. The man pulled out his watch, the while resting his weight on one leg. It was four o’clock, and as the season was near the last of July or first of August, – he did not know the precise date within a week or two, – he knew that the sun roughly marked the northwest. He looked to the south and knew that somewhere beyond those bleak hills lay the Great Bear Lake; also, he knew that in that direction the Arctic Circle cut its forbidding way across the Canadian Barrens. This stream in which he stood was a feeder to the Coppermine River, which in turn flowed north and emptied into Coronation Gulf and the Arctic Ocean. He had never been there, but he had seen it, once, on a Hudson Bay Company chart.

Again his gaze completed the circle of the world about him (еще раз его пристальный взгляд завершил = обошел до конца круг жизненного пространства вокруг него; to complete – завершить, закончить, выполнить). It was not a heartening spectacle (это было не ободряющее зрелище; to hearten – воодушевлять, вдохновлять; ободрять). Everywhere was soft sky-line (повсюду был расплывчатый: «мягкий» горизонт). The hills were all low-lying (все холмы были низкими). There were no trees, no shrubs, no grasses (не было деревьев, кустарников, травы) – naught but a tremendous and terrible desolation (ничего, кроме жуткого и ужасного одиночества; tremendous – жуткий, страшный, ужасный) that sent fear swiftly dawning into his eyes (которое слало страх, быстро зарождающийся в его глазах; to dawn – начинаться; проявляться; зарождаться; становиться ясным, проясняться; доходить).

“Bill!” he whispered (Билл! – прошептал он), once and twice; “Bill (один раз и дважды: Билл)!”

complete

[km’pli:t], hearten [h:tn], once [wns]

Again his gaze completed the circle of the world about him. It was not a heartening spectacle. Everywhere was soft sky-line. The hills were all low-lying. There were no trees, no shrubs, no grasses – naught but a tremendous and terrible desolation that sent fear swiftly dawning into his eyes.

“Bill!” he whispered, once and twice; “Bill!”