Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

Then without warning a shower of arrows whistled over his retreat (затем без предупреждения град стрел просвистел над его убежищем). A wild howling rose from the woods along the trail (дикий вой поднялся из леса вдоль тропы). Either the survivor had gone after aid, or another party had joined the first (либо уцелевший ходил за помощью, либо еще один отряд присоединился к первому). The burning cabin still smoldered, lending a little light (горящая хижина еще тлела, давая немного света). Then they were after him, gliding through the trees beside the trail (потом они пошли за ним, скользя между деревьев возле тропы). He shot three arrows and threw the bow away (он выпустил три стрелы и отбросил лук; to shoot — стрелять; to throw away — отбросить). As if sensing his plight, they came on (как будто чувствуя его /скверное/ положение, они приближались), not yelling now, but in deadly silence except for a swift pad of many feet (теперь не вопя, но в смертельной тишине кроме = нарушаемой только быстрой тихой поступью множества ног; pad — подушечка на концах пальцев у человека или на подошве некоторых животных).

shower ['au], retreat [r'tri: t], plight [plat]

Then without warning a shower of arrows whistled over his retreat. A wild howling rose from the woods along the trail. Either the survivor had gone after aid, or another party had joined the first. The burning cabin still smoldered, lending a little light. Then they were after him, gliding through the trees beside the trail. He shot three arrows and threw the bow away. As if sensing his plight, they came on, not yelling now, but in deadly silence except for a swift pad of many feet.

He fiercely hugged the head of the great dog growling at his side, muttered: "All right, boy, give 'em hell!" (он ободряюще обнял голову огромного пса, рычащего рядом с ним, прошептал: хорошо, парень, поддай им жару: «дай им ада») and sprang to his feet, drawing his ax (и вскочил на /свои/ ноги, поднимая топор; to draw — извлекать, обнажать (оружие), поднимать).[48] Then the dark figures flooded over the breastworks and closed in a storm of flailing axes, stabbing knives and ripping fangs (затем темные фигуры хлынули через бруствер и вошли в ближний бой в вихре рубящих топоров, колющих ножей и рвущих клыков).

fiercely ['fsl], growl [raul], draw [dr:]

He fiercely hugged the head of the great dog growling at his side, muttered: "All right, boy, give 'em hell!" and sprang to his feet, drawing his ax. Then the dark figures flooded over the breastworks and closed in a storm of flailing axes, stabbing knives and ripping fangs.

7. The Devil in the Fire (Демон в огне)

When Conan turned from the Velitrium road, he expected a run of some nine miles and set himself to the task (когда Конан свернул с дороги на Велитриум, он ожидал пробежки миль на девять и взялся за это дело; some — около, приблизительно). But he had not gone four when he heard the sounds of a party of men ahead of him (но он не прошел /и/ четырех, когда он услышал звуки отряда людей перед собой). From the noise they were making in their progress he knew they were not Picts (по шуму, который они производили при продвижении, он знал = понял, /что/ они = это не пикты). He hailed them (он окликнул их).

"Who's there?" challenged a harsh voice (кто там? — потребовал ответа грубый голос). "Stand where you are until we know you, or you'll get an arrow through you (стой, где /стоишь/, пока мы /не/ опознаем тебя, или /ты/ получишь стрелу /сквозь тебя/)."

"You couldn't hit an elephant in this darkness," answered Conan impatiently (ты не смог бы попасть /и/ в слона в этой темноте, — ответил Конан нетерпеливо). "Come on, fool; it's I–Conan (давай = кончай, болван, это я — Конан). The Picts are over the river (пикты перешли: «находятся через» реку)."

task [t:sk], progress ['prurs], impatiently [m'pentl]

When Conan turned from the Velitrium road, he expected a run of some nine miles and set himself to the task. But he had not gone four when he heard the sounds of a party of men ahead of him. From the noise they were making in their progress he knew they were not Picts. He hailed them.

"Who's there?" challenged a harsh voice. "Stand where you are until we know you, or you'll get an arrow through you."

"You couldn't hit an elephant in this darkness," answered Conan impatiently. "Come on, fool; it's I–Conan. The Picts are over the river."