Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

He half crouched, the flesh prickling along his spine (он наполовину пригнулся, мурашки побежали по спине). It was not Balthus who was emerging from the other side of the glade (это /был/ не Балтус /который/ возник с = на другой стороне поляны). A weird glow burned through the trees (причудливый свет горел сквозь = среди деревьев). It moved toward him, shimmering weirdly — a green witchfire that moved with purpose and intent (он двигался к нему, причудливо мерцая — зеленый колдовской огонь, который двигался целенаправленно и намеренно: «с целью и намерением»).

distinctly [ds'tktl], scowl [skaul], purpose ['p: ps]

"Balthus!" he swore bewilderedly. Cautiously he called: "Here I am!" "Wait for me, Conan!" the voice came more distinctly.

Conan moved out of the shadows, scowling. "What the devil are you doing here? — Crom!"

He half crouched, the flesh prickling along his spine. It was not Balthus who was emerging from the other side of the glade. A weird glow burned through the trees. It moved toward him, shimmering weirdly — a green witchfire that moved with purpose and intent.

It halted some feet away and Conan glared at it (он остановился в нескольких футах /прочь/, и Конан уставился на него), trying to distinguish its fire-misted outlines (пытаясь разобрать его огненно-туманные контуры). The quivering flame had a solid core (колышущееся пламя имело твердое ядро); the flame was but a green garment that masked some animate and evil entity (пламя было лишь покровом, которое маскировало некую живую и злобную сущность); but the Cimmerian was unable to make out its shape or likeness (но Конан не смог разобрать его форму или облик). Then, shockingly, a voice spoke to him from amidst the fiery column (затем, поразительно, из середины огненной колонны с ним заговорил голос).

distinguish [ds'tw], outline ['autlan], fiery ['far]

It halted some feet away and Conan glared at it, trying to distinguish its fire-misted outlines. The quivering flame had a solid core; the flame was but a green garment that masked some animate and evil entity; but the Cimmerian was unable to make out its shape or likeness. Then, shockingly, a voice spoke to him from amidst the fiery column.

"Why do you stand like a sheep waiting for the butcher, Conan (почему ты стоишь как овца, ждущая мясника, Конан)?"

The voice was human but carried strange vibrations that were not human (голос был человеческий, но нес странные вибрации, которые не были человеческими).

"Sheep?" Conan's wrath got the best of his momentary awe (овца? — гнев Конана пересилил его секундный страх). "Do you think I'm afraid of a damned Pictish swamp devil (ты думаешь, я боюсь проклятого пиктского болотного демона)? A friend called me (друг позвал меня = меня позвал друг)."

why [wa], sheep [i: p], butcher ['b]

"Why do you stand like a sheep waiting for the butcher, Conan?"

The voice was human but carried strange vibrations that were not human. "Sheep?" Conan's wrath got the best of his momentary awe. "Do you think I'm afraid of a damned Pictish swamp devil? A friend called me."

"I called in his voice," answered the other (я позвал его голосом, — ответил другой = собеседник / призрак). "The men you follow belong to my brother; I would not rob his knife of their blood (люди, за которыми ты идешь, принадлежат моему брату, я не лишил бы его нож их крови). But you are mine (но ты мой). O fool, you have come from the far gray hills of Cimmeria to meet your doom in the forests of Conajohara (о, глупец, ты пришел с далеких серых холмов Киммерии, /чтобы/ встретить свою смерть в лесах Конаджохары)." "You've had your chance at me before now," snorted Conan (у тебя уже был шанс /разделаться/ со мной прежде, — фыркнул Конан). "Why didn't you kill me then, if you could (почему /же/ ты не убил меня тогда, если /ты/ мог)?"

belong [b'l], brother ['brd], far [f:]

"I called in his voice," answered the other. "The men you follow belong to my brother; I would not rob his knife of their blood. But you are mine. O fool, you have come from the far gray hills of Cimmeria to meet your doom in the forests of Conajohara."

"You've had your chance at me before now," snorted Conan. "Why didn't you kill me then, if you could?"