THE extract from my private diary (отрывок из моего личного дневника) which forms the last chapter (из которого и состоит последняя глава) has brought my narrative up to the 18th of October (подвел мое повествование к восемнадцатому октября), a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion (ко времени, когда эти странные события начали стремительно двигаться к своему ужасному финалу; conclusion — вывод; финал, завершение). The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection (события следующих нескольких дней неизгладимо запечатлелись в моей памяти; to grave — вырезать; произвести впечатление), and I can tell them without reference to the notes (и я могу пересказать их не ссылаясь: «без ссылки» на записи) made at the time (сделанные в то время). I start, then, from the day which succeeded that (итак, я начинаю со дня, следующего за тем) upon which I had established two facts of great importance (в который я установил два факта чрезвычайной важности), the one that Mrs. Laura Lyons of Coombe Tracey had written to Sir Charles Baskerville (первый: миссис Лора Лайонс написала сэру Чарльзу Баскервилю) and made an appointment with him at the very place and hour (и назначила с ним свидание в том самом месте и в тот самый час) that he met his death (где он встретил смерть), the other that the lurking man upon the moor (второй: человек, скрывающийся на болотах) was to be found among the stone huts upon the hillside (должен находиться в /одной из/ каменных хижин на склонах холмов). With these two facts in my possession (имея эти два факта: «с этими двумя фактами в моем владении») I felt that either my intelligence or my courage must be deficient (я чувствовал, что мне должно не доставать либо ума, либо храбрости) if I could not throw some further light upon these dark places (если я не смогу пролить больше света на эти мрачные события; further — сверх того, более того; place — место; ситуация, случай).
extract ['ekstr&kt], diary ['daI@rI], succeed [s@k'si:d]
THE extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the 18th of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection, and I can tell them without reference to the notes made at the time. I start, then, from the day which succeeded that upon which I had established two facts of great importance, the one that Mrs. Laura Lyons of Coombe Tracey had written to Sir Charles Baskerville and made an appointment with him at the very place and hour that he met his death, the other that the lurking man upon the moor was to be found among the stone huts upon the hillside. With these two facts in my possession I felt that either my intelligence or my courage must be deficient if I could not throw some further light upon these dark places.