Английский язык с Э. Хемингуэем. Старик и море - [64]

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"I need a pencil for that (для этого мне нужен карандаш)," he said. "My head is not that clear (моя голова не настолько ясна). But I think the great DiMaggio would be proud of me today (но думаю, великий Ди Маджо гордился бы мной сегодня). I had no bone spurs (у меня не было костной шпоры). But the hands and the back hurt truly (но руки и спина по-настоящему болели)." I wonder what a bone spur is (интересно, что такое костная шпора), he thought. Maybe we have them without knowing of it (может быть, она у нас есть, а мы об этом не знаем).

He made the fish fast to bow (он привязал рыбу к носу) and stern (и к корме) and to the middle thwart (и к центральной банке; thwart — банка на гребной лодке). He was so big it was like lashing a much bigger skiff alongside (она была настолько большой, что казалось, что он привязал гораздо большую лодку к борту). He cut a piece of line (он отрезал кусок лесы) and tied the fish's lower jaw against his bill (и привязал нижнюю челюсть рыбы к ее мечу) so his mouth would not open (так чтобы ее рот не открылся) and they would sail as cleanly as possible (и они плыли как можно спокойней: «так чисто/аккуратно, насколько это возможно»). Then he stepped the mast (затем он установил мачту) and, with the stick that was his gaff (с палкой вместо гафеля[3]) and with his boom rigged (и с установленным шкотом[4]), the patched sail drew (залатанные паруса расправились; to draw — тащить, волочить; тянуть; натягивать; наполняться ветром /о парусах/), the boat began to move (лодка начала двигаться), and half lying in the stern he sailed south-west (и, полулежа на корме, он поплыл на юго-запад).

He did not need a compass to tell him where southwest was (ему не нужен был компас, чтобы определить, где был юго-запад). He only needed the feel of the trade wind (ему нужно было только чувствовать пассат) and the drawing of the sail (и как раздуваются паруса). I better put a small line out with a spoon on it (мне следует закинуть маленькую лесу с блесной; to spoon — ловить рыбу на блесну) and try and get something to eat and drink for the moisture (и попробовать что-нибудь поймать, чтобы съесть, и попить для влаги = промочить горло; moisture — влажность, сырость; moist — влажный). But he could not find a spoon and his sardines were rotten (но он не нашел блесну, а сардины протухли; rotten — гнилой, тухлый; to rot — гнить, тухнуть). So he hooked a patch of yellow Gulf weed with the gaff (тогда он подцепил багром пучок желтых водорослей) as they passed (когда они проплывали мимо) and shook it so that the small shrimps that were in it fell onto the planking of the skiff (потряс их так, что маленькие креветки, которые были в них, попадали на доски лодки). There were more than a dozen of them (их было больше дюжины) and they jumped and kicked like sand fleas (и они прыгали и барахтались, как песчаные блохи; to kick — ударять ногой, брыкаться). The old man pinched their heads off with his thumb and forefinger (старик оторвал им головы большим и указательным пальцами; to pinch — щипать; откусывать, отрезать) and ate them chewing up the shells and the tails (и съел их целиком, разжевывая скорлупки и хвосты). They were very tiny (они были крошечными) but he knew they were nourishing and they tasted good (но он знал, что они питательны и хороши на вкус; to taste — иметь вкус: the food tastes good — еда вкусная).

thwart [TwLt], moisture ['mOIsCq], pinch [pInC]

"It was the only way to kill him," the old man said. He was feeling better since the water and he knew he would not go away and his head was clear. He's over fifteen hundred pounds the way he is, he thought. Maybe much more. If he dresses out two-thirds of that at thirty cents a pound?

"I need a pencil for that," he said. "My head is not that clear. But I think the great DiMaggio would be proud of me today. I had no bone spurs. But the hands and the back hurt truly." I wonder what a bone spur is, he thought. Maybe we have them without knowing of it.

He made the fish fast to bow and stern and to the middle thwart. He was so big it was like lashing a much bigger skiff alongside. He cut a piece of line and tied the fish's lower jaw against his bill so his mouth would not open and they would sail as cleanly as possible. Then he stepped the mast and, with the stick that was his gaff and with his boom rigged, the patched sail drew, the boat began to move, and half lying in the stern he sailed south-west.

He did not need a compass to tell him where southwest was. He only needed the feel of the trade wind and the drawing of the sail. I better put a small line out with a spoon on it and try and get something to eat and drink for the moisture. But he could not find a spoon and his sardines were rotten. So he hooked a patch of yellow Gulf weed with the gaff as they passed and shook it so that the small shrimps that were in it fell onto the planking of the skiff. There were more than a dozen of them and they jumped and kicked like sand fleas. The old man pinched their heads off with his thumb and forefinger and ate them chewing up the shells and the tails. They were very tiny but he knew they were nourishing and they tasted good.