"I presume it is the better part of wisdom (я полагаю, что главная мудрость: «основная часть мудрости» заключается в том) that we bow to our fate with as good grace as possible (чтобы склониться перед нашей судьбой с максимальным достоинством;
nevertheless ["nevqDq'les], temerity [tI'merItI], frown [fraun]
Had I known the significance of those words "my chieftain," as applied by a red Martian woman to a man, I should have had the surprise of my life, but I did not know at that time, nor for many months thereafter. Yes, I still had much to learn upon Barsoom.
"I presume it is the better part of wisdom that we bow to our fate with as good grace as possible, Dejah Thoris; but I hope, nevertheless, that I may be present the next time that any Martian, green, red, pink, or violet, has the temerity to even so much as frown on you, my princess."
Dejah Thoris caught her breath at my last words (затаила дыхание при моих последних словах;
"What a child (что за ребенок)! A great warrior and yet a stumbling little child (великий воин — и все же неразумный: «спотыкающийся» маленький ребенок)."
"What have I done now (что такого я сделал теперь)?" I asked, in sore perplexity (спросил я в крайней растерянности;
"Some day you shall know (однажды ты узнаешь), John Carter, if we live (если мы останемся в живых); but I may not tell you (но мне не следует говорить тебе это). And I, the daughter of Mors Kajak, son of Tardos Mors, have listened without anger (выслушала тебя без гнева)," she soliloquized in conclusion (произнесла она в заключение;
quickening ['kwIkqnIN], roguish ['rougIS], perplexity [pq'pleksItI], soliloquize [sq'lIlqkwaIz]
Dejah Thoris caught her breath at my last words, and gazed upon me with dilated eyes and quickening breath, and then, with an odd little laugh, which brought roguish dimples to the corners of her mouth, she shook her head and cried:
"What a child! A great warrior and yet a stumbling little child."
"What have I done now?" I asked, in sore perplexity.
"Some day you shall know, John Carter, if we live; but I may not tell you. And I, the daughter of Mors Kajak, son of Tardos Mors, have listened without anger," she soliloquized in conclusion.