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

This document had long been the lawyer’s eyesore. It offended him both as a lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest. And hitherto it was his ignorance of Mr. Hyde that had swelled his indignation; now, by a sudden turn, it was his knowledge. It was already bad enough when the name was but a name of which he could learn no more. It was worse when it began to be clothed upon with detestable attributes; and out of the shifting, insubstantial mists that had so long baffled his eye, there leaped up the sudden, definite presentment of a fiend.

“I thought it was madness (я думал, что это безрассудство; madness – душевное расстройство; безумие, безрассудство),” he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe (сказал он, возвращая обратно в сейф ненавистный документ; obnoxious – оскорбительный; противный, отвратительный; paper – бумага; документ); “and now I begin to fear it is disgrace (а теперь я начинаю бояться, что здесь кроется бесчестье; disgrace – позор, бесчестье).”

With that he blew out his candle (с этими словами он задул свечу; to blow – дуть), put on a great coat, and set forth in the direction of Cavendish Square (надел пальто и отправился в направлении Кавендиш-Сквер), that citadel of medicine (этой цитадели медицины = к этому средоточию медицинских светил), where his friend, the great Dr. Lanyon, had his house and received his crowding patients (где располагался дом его друга, знаменитого доктора Лэньона, и где тот принимал своих многочисленных пациентов; to crowd – толпиться, тесниться; собираться, скапливаться; crowd – толпа). “If any one knows, it will be Lanyon (если кто-то и может в этом разобраться, так это Лэньон; to know – знать; обладать знаниями, разбираться),” he had thought (подумал он).

“I thought it was madness,” he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe; “and now I begin to fear it is disgrace.”

With that he blew out his candle, put on a great coat, and set forth in the direction of Cavendish Square, that citadel of medicine, where his friend, the great Dr. Lanyon, had his house and received his crowding patients. “If any one knows, it will be Lanyon,” he had thought.