Английский с Р. Л. Стивенсоном. Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street; but when they came abreast of the entry, the former lifted up his cane and pointed.

“Did you ever remark that door?” he asked; and when his companion had replied in the affirmative, “It is connected in my mind,” added he, “with a very odd story.”

“Indeed!” said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice, “and what was that?”

“Well, it was this way (итак/ну, дело было так),” returned Mr. Enfield (ответил мистер Энфилд; to return – возвращаться, идти обратно; отвечать, возражать): “I was coming home from some place at the end of the world (я возвращался домой откуда-то с края света: «из какого-то места на /другом/ конце света»), about three o’clock of a black winter morning (где-то часа в три темного зимнего утра), and my way lay through a part of town (и путь мой лежал через ту часть города; to lie – лежать) where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps (где буквально ничего не было видно, кроме фонарей). Street after street, and all the folks asleep – street after street (улица за улицей, и все люди /при этом/ спят, улица за улицей; folks – люди; folk – /уст./ народ; asleep – спящий), all lighted up as if for a procession, and all as empty as a church (все освещенные, словно для какого-то шествия = торжества, и опустелые, как церковь) – till at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens (пока, в конце концов, я не впал в такое душевное состояние, когда все прислушиваешься да прислушиваешься) and begins to long for the sight of a policeman (и начинаешь страстно желать увидеть полицейского; to long for smth., smb. – очень хотеть, страстно желать чего-либо, кого-либо, испытывать потребность в чем-либо, в ком-либо; sight – зрение; вид).

“Well, it was this way,” returned Mr. Enfield: “I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o’clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps. Street after street, and all the folks asleep – street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession, and all as empty as a church – till at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the sight of a policeman.