Английский язык с Конаном-варваром

He started toward Baal-pteor, the knuckles on his swordhand showing white (он бросился к Баал-птеору, суставы пальцев на рукоятке его меча побелели). With a swift motion the brown man threw something at him — a shining crystal sphere that glistened in the weird light (быстрым движением коричневый человек бросил что-то в него — светящийся хрустальный шар, который искрился сверхъестественным светом).

menace ['mens], knuckle [nkl], threw [ru:]

"Blast your soul!" Conan took a stride toward the door, then wheeled with his skin tingling, Baal-pteor was laughing at him, and that laugh was edged with menace that made the hackles rise on Conan's neck and sent a red wave of murder- lust driving across his vision.

He started toward Baal-pteor, the knuckles on his swordhand showing white. With a swift motion the brown man threw something at him — a shining crystal sphere that glistened in the weird light.

Conan dodged instinctively (Конан инстинктивно увернулся), but, miraculously (но, чудесным образом), the globe stopped short in midair, a few feet from his face (шар резко остановился в воздухе, в нескольких футах от его лица). It did not fall to the floor (он не упал на пол). It hung suspended (он висел, подвешенный), as if by invisible filaments (словно на невидимых нитях), some five feet above the floor (футах в пяти над полом). And as he glared in amazement (и когда он смотрел /на него/ в изумлении), it began to rotate with growing speed (он начал вращаться с возрастающей скоростью). And as it revolved it grew (и по мере того, как он вращался, он рос; to grow), expanded, became nebulous (увеличивался, становился расплывчатым). It filled the chamber (он заполнил комнату). It enveloped him (он окутал его). It blotted out furniture, walls, the smiling countenance of Baal-pteor (он закрыл мебель, стены, улыбающееся лицо Баал-птеора). He was lost in the midst of a blinding bluish blur of whirling speed (он потерялся посреди слепящего голубоватого пятна, расплывшегося от скорости вращения; to be lost — потеряться; to whirl — вертеть(ся); кружить(ся); вращать(ся)). Terrific winds screamed past Conan (страшные ветры проревели = проносились с ревом мимо Конана), tugging at him, striving to wrench him from his feet (дергая его, стремясь сбить его с /его/ ног), to drag him into the vortex that spun madly before him (затащить его в воронку, которая кружилась бешено перед ним; to spin — крутить(ся), вертеть(ся), выписывать круги).

suspend [ss'pend], furniture ['f: n], vortex ['v: teks]

Conan dodged instinctively, but, miraculously, the globe stopped short in midair, a few feet from his face. It did not fall to the floor. It hung suspended, as if by invisible filaments, some five feet above the floor. And as he glared in amazement, it began to rotate with growing speed. And as it revolved it grew, expanded, became nebulous. It filled the chamber. It enveloped him. It blotted out furniture, walls, the smiling countenance of Baal-pteor. He was lost in the midst of a blinding bluish blur of whirling speed. Terrific winds screamed past Conan, tugging at him, striving to wrench him from his feet, to drag him into the vortex that spun madly before him.

With a choking cry Conan lurched backward, reeled (с задыхающимся криком Конан накренился назад, пошатнулся), felt the solid wall against his back (почувствовал твердую стену против = за спиной). At the contact the illusion ceased to be (при контакте иллюзия прекратила быть = прекратилась). The whirling, titanic sphere vanished like a bursting bubble (вращающийся титанический шар исчез как лопнувший пузырь). Conan reeled upright in the silver-ceilinged room, with a gray mist coiling about his feet (Конан выпрямился в комнате с серебряным потолком с серым туманом, струящимся у его ног), and saw Baal-pteor lolling on the divan, shaking with silent laughter (и увидел Баал-птеора, развалившегося на диване, трясущимся от беззвучного смеха).

sphere [sf], bubble [bbl], laughter ['l:ft]

With a choking cry Conan lurched backward, reeled, felt the solid wall against his back. At the contact the illusion ceased to be. The whirling, titanic sphere vanished like a bursting bubble. Conan reeled upright in the silver-ceilinged room, with a gray mist coiling about his feet, and saw Baal-pteor lolling on the divan, shaking with silent laughter.