Английский с Эдгаром По. Падение дома Ашеров / Edgar Allan Poe. The Fall of the House of Usher

Through the gray of the early morning – among the trellised shadows of the forest at noonday – and in the silence of my library at night – she had flitted by my eyes, and I had seen her – not as the living and breathing Berenice, but as the Berenice of a dream; not as a being of the earth, earthy, but as the abstraction of such a being; not as a thing to admire, but to analyze; not as an object of love, but as the theme of the most abstruse although desultory speculation.

And now – now I shuddered in her presence (а теперь – теперь я вздрагивал в ее присутствии), and grew pale at her approach (и становился бледен при ее приближении); yet, bitterly lamenting her fallen and desolate condition (и все же, горько оплакивая ее ужасное: «павшее» и безотрадное состояние), I called to mind that she had loved me long (я призвал на ум = вспомнил, что она долго любила меня), and, in an evil moment, I spoke to her of marriage (и, в один злой = злосчастный момент, я заговорил с ней о браке).

And now – now I shuddered in her presence, and grew pale at her approach; yet, bitterly lamenting her fallen and desolate condition, I called to mind that she had loved me long, and, in an evil moment, I spoke to her of marriage.

And at length the period of our nuptials was approaching (и наконец время нашего бракосочетания приближалось), when, upon an afternoon in the winter of the year (когда однажды днем в зимнюю /пору/ того года) – one of those unseasonably warm, calm, and misty days which are the nurse of the beautiful Halcyon (в один из тех не по сезону теплых, спокойных и туманных дней, которые суть няньки прекрасной Алкионы[6]), – I sat, (and sat, as I thought, alone,) in the inner apartment of the library (я сидел – и сидел, как я думал, один – во внутреннем покое библиотеки). But, uplifting my eyes, I saw that Berenice stood before me (но, подняв глаза, я увидел, что Береника стоит: «стояла» передо мной).

And at length the period of our nuptials was approaching, when, upon an afternoon in the winter of the year – one of those unseasonably warm, calm, and misty days which are the nurse of the beautiful Halcyon, – I sat, (and sat, as I thought, alone,) in the inner apartment of the library. But, uplifting my eyes, I saw that Berenice stood before me.