Английский с Г. К. Честертоном. Рассказы об отце Брауне

 As Father Brown passed through the dim garden and came under the shadow of the château, the clouds were thick and the whole air damp and thundery. Against the last stripe of the green-gold sunset he saw a black human silhouette; a man in a chimney-pot hat, with a big spade over his shoulder. The combination was queerly suggestive of a sexton; but when Brown remembered the deaf servant who dug potatoes, he thought it natural enough. He knew something of the Scotch peasant; he knew the respectability which might well feel it necessary to wear “blacks” for an official inquiry; he knew also the economy that would not lose an hour’s digging for that. Even the man’s start and suspicious stare as the priest went by were consonant enough with the vigilance and jealousy of such a type.

The great door was opened by Flambeau himself

(парадная: «большая» дверь была открыта самим Фламбо), who had with him a lean man with iron-grey hair and papers in his hand: Inspector Craven from Scotland Yard (рядом с ним был худой седой человек: «с волосами с проседью» и с бумагами в руке: инспектор Крейвен из Скотленд-Ярда; iron-grey hair – волосы с проседью

). The entrance hall was mostly stripped and empty (в зале почти не было мебели: «холл был по большей части обнажен и пуст»; stripped – ободранный; раздетый; empty – пустой

); but the pale, sneering faces of one or two of the wicked Ogilvies looked down out of black periwigs and blackening canvas (но с темных холстов из-под темных париков смотрели свысока бледные насмешливые лица одного-двух отвратительных Оджилви; to sneer – презрительно или насмешливо улыбаться; wicked – злой; злобный; отвратительный; to look down – смотреть свысока; canvas – холст; паруса; полотно; картина

).

 The great door was opened by Flambeau himself, who had with him a lean man with iron-grey hair and papers in his hand: Inspector Craven from Scotland Yard. The entrance hall was mostly stripped and empty; but the pale, sneering faces of one or two of the wicked Ogilvies looked down out of black periwigs and blackening canvas.