Английский с Р. Л. Стивенсоном. Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда / Robert Louis Stevenson. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Nor can I truly say that I wearied of this beneficent and innocent life; I think instead that I daily enjoyed it more completely; but I was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for license. Not that I dreamed of resuscitating Hyde; the bare idea of that would startle me to frenzy; no, it was in my own person that I was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience; and it was as an ordinary secret sinner that I at last fell before the assaults of temptation.

There comes an end to all things (всему приходит конец); the most capacious measure is filled at last (даже самая вместительная мера в конце концов переполняется; capacious – емкий, вместительный; capacity – вместимость, емкость); and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul (и это краткое снисхождение/эта краткая уступка моему злому началу оказалась последней соломинкой, безвозвратно уничтожившей мое душевное равновесие; balance – весы; душевное равновесие, спокойствие). And yet I was not alarmed (а я даже не встревожился); the fall seemed natural (падение казалось мне естественным), like a return to the old days before I had made my discovery (как возвращение к тем старым дням, когда я еще не сделал своего открытия). It was a fine, clear January day (стоял прекрасный ясный январский день), wet under foot where the frost had melted (сырой под ногой, где растаял иней; frost – мороз; иней), but cloudless overhead (но безоблачный над головой); and the Regent’s Park was full of winter chirrupings (и Риджент-Парк был полон зимними щебетаниями; to chirrup – щебетать; чирикать; издавать трели /о птицах/) and sweet with spring odours (и сладок = благоухал ароматами весны; sweet – сладкий; душистый).

There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul. And yet I was not alarmed; the fall seemed natural, like a return to the old days before I had made my discovery. It was a fine, clear January day, wet under foot where the frost had melted, but cloudless overhead; and the Regent’s Park was full of winter chirrupings and sweet with spring odours.