As I approached I found Dejah Thoris lying prone upon her silks and furs (когда я подошел, я увидел, что Дежа Торис лежит ничком на шелках и мехах;
"Is she injured (она ранена)?" I asked of Sola, indicating Dejah Thoris by an inclination of my head (указав на Дежу Торис кивком головы;
"No," she answered, "she thinks that you are dead (она думает, что ты умер)."
swathe [sweID], worse [wWs], deflect [dI'flekt], injure ['IndZq]
As soon as they were through with me I hastened to the chariot of Dejah Thoris, where I found my poor Sola with her chest swathed in bandages, but apparently little the worse for her encounter with Sarkoja, whose dagger it seemed had struck the edge of one of Sola's metal breast ornaments and, thus deflected, had inflicted but a slight flesh wound.
As I approached I found Dejah Thoris lying prone upon her silks and furs, her lithe form wracked with sobs. She did not notice my presence, nor did she hear me speaking with Sola, who was standing a short distance from the vehicle.
"Is she injured?" I asked of Sola, indicating Dejah Thoris by an inclination of my head.
"No," she answered, "she thinks that you are dead."
"And that her grandmother's cat may now have no one to polish its teeth (и теперь может случиться так, что некому будет чистить зубы кошке ее бабушки)?" I queried, smiling (задал я вопрос, улыбаясь).
"I think you wrong her (я думаю, что ты несправедлив к ней;
claim [kleIm], grievously ['gri: vqslI], mourn [mO: n]
"And that her grandmother's cat may now have no one to polish its teeth?" I queried, smiling.
"I think you wrong her, John Carter," said Sola. "I do not understand either her ways or yours, but I am sure the granddaughter of ten thousand jeddaks would never grieve like this over any who held but the highest claim upon her affections. They are a proud race, but they are just, as are all Barsoomians, and you must have hurt or wronged her grievously that she will not admit your existence living, though she mourns you dead.