Английский язык с Шерлоком Холмсом. Собака Баскервилей (ASCII-IPA)

"The blinds are up (шторы подняты). You know the lie of the land best (вы знаете лучше расположение; the lie of the land — мор. направление на берег; положение вещей). Creep forward quietly (тихонько проберитесь к дому: «вперед»; to creep — ползти; подкрадываться) and see what they are doing (и взгляните, что они делают) — but for Heaven's sake don't let them know (но ради Бога, не дайте им заметить) that they are watched (что за ними наблюдают)!"

I tip-toed down the path (я прокрался по тропе; tiptoe — кончики пальцев ног, цыпочки; to tiptoe — ходить на цыпочках, стоять на цыпочках, подниматься на цыпочки; красться, подкрадываться) and stooped behind the low wall (и пригнулся за низкой оградой: «стеной») which surrounded the stunted orchard (которая окружала чахлый сад Стэплтонов; orchard — фруктовый сад). Creeping in its shadow I reached a point (пробираясь в его тени, я достиг места) whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window (откуда я мог смотреть прямо сквозь незашторенное окно; curtain — штора).

There were only two men in the room (в комнате было только два человека), Sir Henry and Stapleton. They sat with their profiles towards me (они сидели в профиль ко мне) on either side of the round table (с каждой стороны = по обе стороны круглого стола). Both of them were smoking cigars (оба курили сигары), and coffee and wine were in front of them (а кофе и вино стояли перед ними). Stapleton was talking with animation (Стэплтон говорил оживленно; animation — анимация; воодушевление, оживление), but the Baronet looked pale and distrait (но баронет выглядел бледным и рассеянным). Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill-omened moor (возможно, мысль о прогулке в одиночестве через зловещие болота) was weighing heavily upon his mind (весьма тяготила его душу; to weigh — весить; тяготить; heavily — весьма, очень).

tiptoe ['tIpt@u], orchard ['O:tS@d], animation [,&nI'meIS(@)n]

"And the one beyond, which shines so brightly?"

"That is certainly the dining-room."

"The blinds are up. You know the lie of the land best. Creep forward quietly and see what they are doing — but for Heaven's sake don't let them know that they are watched!"

I tip-toed down the path and stooped behind the low wall which surrounded the stunted orchard. Creeping in its shadow I reached a point whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window.

There were only two men in the room, Sir Henry and Stapleton. They sat with their profiles towards me on either side of the round table. Both of them were smoking cigars, and coffee and wine were in front of them. Stapleton was talking with animation, but the Baronet looked pale and distrait. Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill-omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind.