Выпуск № 49 от 16.08.2009______________________________________________________________________English: The Woman in Whiteby Wilkie Collins
Дорогие друзья! Мы с Вами продолжаем совмещать приятное с полезным: изучать английский язык, читая роман Уилки Коллинза «Женщина в белом» в оригинале. Сегодня мы начинаем читать четвертую главу романа. Напоминаю, что повествование ведет Уолтер Хартрайт, учитель рисования. «Ваш словарик» - познакомит Вас со словами, которые могут вызвать затруднения в понимании сегодняшнего фрагмента текста. Перевод всех слов находится ЗДЕСЬ. Профессиональный перевод Т.Л.Лещенко-Сухомлиной Вы можете прочитать в разделе . Сам текст в оригинале представлен в рубрике «The pronunciation» снимет возможные трудности в произношении. «What we have read about»- краткое содержание прочитанного. What we have read about The heat had been painfully oppressive all day, and it was now a close and sultry night. My mother and sister had spoken so many last words, and had begged me to wait another five minutes so many times, that it was nearly midnight when the servant locked the garden-gate behind me. I walked forward a few paces on the shortest way back to London, then stopped and hesitated. The moon was full and broad in the dark blue starless sky, and the broken ground of the heath looked wild enough in the mysterious light to be hundreds of miles away from the great city that lay beneath it. The idea of descending any sooner than I could help into the heat and gloom of London repelled me. The prospect of going to bed in my airless chambers, and the prospect of gradual suffocation, seemed, in my present restless frame of mind and body, to be one and the same thing. I determined to stroll home in the purer air by the most roundabout way I could take; to follow the white winding paths across the lonely heath; and to approach London through its most open suburb by striking into the Finchley Road, and so getting back, in the cool of the new morning, by the western side of the Regent's Park. I wound my way down slowly over the heath, enjoying the divine stillness of the scene, and admiring the soft alternations of light and shade as they followed each other over the broken ground on every side of me. So long as I was proceeding through this first and prettiest part of my night walk my mind remained passively open to the impressions produced by the view; and I thought but little on any subject--indeed, so far as my own sensations were concerned, I can hardly say that I thought at all. |
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