Английский язык с Мюриэль Спарк (рассказы)

"You can't take everything on your shoulders," said Raymond. "You do very well by Elizabeth." They had pulled up outside the house where Elizabeth lived on the ground floor. Lou looked at the chipped paint, the dirty windows, and torn grey-white curtains and was reminded with starting clarity of her hopeless childhood in Liverpool from which, miraculously, hope had lifted her, and had come true, for the nurse had got her that job; and she had trained as a nurse among white-painted beds, and white shining walls, and tiles, hot water everywhere, and Dettol without stint. When she had first married she had wanted all white-painted furniture that you could wash and liberate from germs; but Raymond had been for oak, he did not understand the pleasure of hygiene and new enamel paint, for his upbringing had been orderly, he had been accustomed to a lounge suite and autumn tints in the front room all his life. And now Lou stood and looked at the outside of Elizabeth 's place and felt she had gone right back.

On the way back to the hotel (на обратном пути: «по пути назад» в отель) Lou chattered with relief (Лу болтала с облегчением; to chatter — болтать, трещать, тараторить) that it was over (от того, что все закончилось; to be over — окончиться, завершиться). "Poor Elizabeth (бедняжка: «бедная» Элизабет), she hasn't had much of a chance (у нее не было слишком много шансов). I liked little Francis (мне понравился малыш: «маленький» Франсис), what did you think of little Francis, Ray (что ты думаешь о маленьком Франсисе, Рэй)?"