Английский с Г. К. Честертоном. Рассказы об отце Брауне / Gilbert Keith Chesterton. The Innocence of Father Brown

“Indeed (действительно)?” inquired the other (спросил собеседник: «другой»). “Have you looked for it (вы уже там его искали; to look for – искать)?”

“I couldn’t (я не мог),” replied Brown, with frank regret (ответил Браун с искренним огорчением). “There’s a great marble monument on top of it; a monument to the heroic Major Murray, who fell fighting gloriously at the famous Battle of the Black River (над ним находится большой мраморный памятник – памятник майору Меррею, который погиб смертью храбрых в знаменитой битве при Черной реке).”

 “Oh!” said his friend, with a sort of forlorn jocularity; “and pray where is the other piece?”

“I can tell you,” said the priest promptly. “In the northeast corner of the cemetery of the Protestant Cathedral at Belfast.”

“Indeed?” inquired the other. “Have you looked for it?”

“I couldn’t,” replied Brown, with frank regret. “There’s a great marble monument on top of it; a monument to the heroic Major Murray, who fell fighting gloriously at the famous Battle of the Black River.”

Flambeau seemed suddenly galvanised into existence (казалось, Фламбо неожиданно оживился; to galvanise – электризовать; стимулировать; возбуждать; оживлять; existence – жизнь, бытие, существование). “You mean (вы хотите сказать),” he cried hoarsely (воскликнул он охрипшим голосом), “that General St. Clare hated Murray, and murdered him on the field of battle because (что генерал Сент-Клэр ненавидел Меррея и убил его на поле боя, потому что) – ”

“You are still full of good and pure thoughts (вы все еще полны добропорядочных и чистых мыслей),” said the other. “It was worse than that (все было хуже).”

“Well,” said the large man (сказал большой человек), “my stock of evil imagination is used up (запас моей дурной фантазии иссяк; stock – запас; ассортимент; evil – зло; вред; to use up – израсходовать, использовать; истратить).”

The priest seemed really doubtful where to begin, and at last he said again (священник, видимо, раздумывал, с чего начать, и, наконец, сказал снова):

“Where would a wise man hide a leaf (где умный человек прячет лист)? In the forest (в лесу).”

 Flambeau seemed suddenly galvanised into existence. “You mean,” he cried hoarsely, “that General St. Clare hated Murray, and murdered him on the field of battle because – ”

“You are still full of good and pure thoughts,” said the other. “It was worse than that.”

“Well,” said the large man, “my stock of evil imagination is used up.”

The priest seemed really doubtful where to begin, and at last he said again:

“Where would a wise man hide a leaf? In the forest.”

The other did not answer (другой /человек/ не ответил).

“If there were no forest, he would make a forest (если бы леса не было, он бы посадил лес). And if he wished to hide a dead leaf, he would make a dead forest (если бы он хотел спрятать мертвый лист, он посадил бы мертвый лес).”