Английский с Дэвидом Г. Лоуренсом. Тень в розовом саду / D. H. Lawrence. The Shadow in the Rose Garden

“Joey dee-urr! Dee-urr!” I said caressingly to him (Джоуи, ми-илый! Ми-илый! – ласково сказал я ему). And at last he lay still, blinking, in the surged and furrowed snow (и наконец он лежал неподвижно, моргая, в изрытом и взрыхленном снегу; to surge – вздыматься; to furrow – проводить борозды, пахать), whilst I came near and touched him, stroked him, gathered him under my arm (пока я не подошел и не дотронулся до него, погладил его, взял под мышку). He stretched his long, wetted neck away from me as I held him (он вытянул длинную промокшую шею подальше от меня, когда я держал его; to wet – мочить, увлажнять; промокнуть), none the less he was quiet in my arm (тем не менее, он был тих в моей руке), too tired, perhaps, to struggle (наверное, слишком утомился, чтобы вырываться; tired – усталый, уставший; утомленный). Still he held his poor, crested head away from me (он по-прежнему держал свою голову с хохолком подальше от меня), and seemed sometimes to droop, to wilt, as if he might suddenly die (и иногда, казалось, поникал и слабел, как будто мог внезапно умереть; to droop – наклоняться; поникать, свисать; to wilt – вянуть, поникать /о растениях/; слабеть).

 “Joey – Joey de-urr!” I said, staggering unevenly towards him. He looked so pathetic, rowing and struggling in the snow, too spent to rise, his blue neck stretching out and lying sometimes on the snow, his eyes closing and opening quickly, his crest all battered.

“Joey dee-urr! Dee-urr!” I said caressingly to him. And at last he lay still, blinking, in the surged and furrowed snow, whilst I came near and touched him, stroked him, gathered him under my arm. He stretched his long, wetted neck away from me as I held him, none the less he was quiet in my arm, too tired, perhaps, to struggle. Still he held his poor, crested head away from me, and seemed sometimes to droop, to wilt, as if he might suddenly die.