Mrs. Harris opened the suitcase and took out "Temptation" (открыла чемодан и достала «Искушение»). Once more she fingered the burnt place (еще раз она потрогала сгоревшее место) and saw how easily the panel could be replaced and the damage repaired (и увидела, как легко клин мог быть заменен и повреждение устранено). But she would not have it so (но она не хочет этого). She would keep it as it was (она сохранит его таким, каким оно было), untouched by any other fingers (нетронутым ничьими другими пальцами) than those which had expedited every stitch (чем те, которые скоро выполнили каждый стежок) because of love and feeling for another woman's heart (из любви и сочувствия к сердцу другой женщины;
easily ['i:zIlI], repair [rI'peq], heart [hQ:t]
Mrs. Harris opened the suitcase and took out "Temptation." Once more she fingered the burnt place and saw how easily the panel could be replaced and the damage repaired. But she would not have it so. She would keep it as it was, untouched by any other fingers than those which had expedited every stitch because of love and feeling for another woman's heart.
Mrs. Harris hugged the dress to her thin bosom (прижала платье к своей худощавой груди;
She stood there rocking back and forth (она стояла там, покачиваясь взад и вперед), holding and embracing her dress (держа и обнимая свое платье), and with it she was hugging them all (и с ним она обнимала их всех), Mme. Colbert, Natasha, Andr'e Fauvel, down to the last anonymous worker (вплоть до последнего безымянного работника), seamstress and cutter (швеи и закройщика), as well as the city that had bestowed upon her (так же, как и город, который подарил ей;
hug [hAg], bosom ['buzqm], bestow [bI'stqu]
Mrs. Harris hugged the dress to her thin bosom, hugged it hard, as though it were alive and human, nestling her face to the soft folds of the material. Tears flowed again from the small, shrewd blue eyes and furrowed down the apple cheeks, but they were no longer tears of misery.
She stood there rocking back and forth, holding and embracing her dress, and with it she was hugging them all, Mme. Colbert, Natasha, Andr'e Fauvel, down to the last anonymous worker, seamstress and cutter, as well as the city that had bestowed upon her such a priceless memory treasure of understanding, friendship and humanity.