Лексические, грамматические и стилистические проблемы перевода. Калинкина С.К. - 13 стр.

      20. "Hallo, Soames! Have a muffin?" "No, thanks," murmured Soames;                  33. As his hansom debouched on to the Embankment a man in top-hat
and, nursing his hat, with the desire to say something suitable and sympathetic,    and overcoat passed, walking quickly, so close to the wall that he seemed to be
added: "How's your mother?" "Thanks," said George; "so-so. Haven't seen you         scraping it. (J.G.)
for ages. You never go racing. How's the City?" Soames, scenting the approach             34. Winifred had heard from Val that there had been a "rag" and a bonfire
of a jest, closed up, and answered: "I wanted to ask you about Dartie." (J.G.)      on Guy Fawkes Day at Oxford and that he had escaped detection by blacking
      21. He remembered suddenly one night, the first on which he went out to       his face. (J.G.)
dinner alone – an old Malburian dinner – the first year of their marriage. (J.G.)         35. Jolyon found June waiting on the platform at Paddington. She had
      22. And pot-bellied little coloured children fought hunger and sleepiness     received his telegram while at breakfast. Her abode – a studio and two
while Lanny tried to teach them the three R's. (P.A.)                               bedrooms in a St. John's Wood garden – had been selected by her for the
      23. The equipage dashed forward, and before you could say Jack                complete independence which it guaranteed. Unwatched by Mrs. Grundy,
Robinson, with a rattle and flourish, drew up at Soames's door. (J.G.)              unhindered by permanent domestics, she could receive lame ducks at any hour
      24. You possess, sir, if you will permit me an observation, the art of        of day or night …(J.G.)
composition to a T. (R.L.S.)                                                              36. He was a tall robust man wearing a trilby hat and a mackintosh, just
      25. Harris said, however, that the river would suit him to a T. (J.K.J.)      folding up his green umbrella. (I.M.)
      26. "There isn't a Forsyte now who appeals to me." "Not young Mr.                   37. Armed with his sociology degree, he went into local government, first
Nicholas? He's at the Bar. We've given 'im briefs." "He'll never set the Thames     as an administrator, then as a social worker. Later he taught sociology and reli-
on fire," said Soames. (J.G.)                                                       gious studies at a sixth form college. (I.M.)
      27. … he rode from public house to public house, and shouted his sor-               38. However, instead of doing so, he became a teacher at a comprehen-
rows into the mug of Tom, Dick and Harry. (R.L.S.)                                  sive school teaching modern history. (I.M.)
      28. But she would pick up with everybody, of course. He would have to               39. P's and Q's were the letters she despised. And yet, to have to mind
make himself agreeable to Tom, Dick and Harry. (J.G.)                               them before him gave her a sort of pleasure, made her feel good. (J.G.)
      29. The great cricket match was perhaps the most searching and awkward              40. Julia slipped out of the flat, and if she had not been England's leading
time they annually went through together for Jolyon had been at Eton. (J.G.)        actress, she would have hopped on one leg all the way down Stanhope Place till
      30. Macaulay's letter from Clyde Wynant was quite a document. It was          she got to her house. She was as pleased as Punch. (W.S.M.)
very badly type-written on plain white paper … It read: "Dear Herbert: I am               41. Mamma is smiling with all her might. In fact Mr. Newcome says …
telegraphing Nick Charles who worked for me some years ago and who is in            "that woman grins like a Cheshire cat". Who was the naturalist who first dis-
New York to get in touch with you about the terrible death of poor Julia. I want    covered that peculiarity of the cats in Cheshire? (W.M.Th.)
you to do everything in your power to (a line had been x'd and m'd out here so            42. By some he is called … "a thorough-bred Englishman", by some, "a
that it was impossible to make anything at all of it) persuade him to find her      genuine John Bull". (Ch.D.)
murderer. (D.H.)                                                                          43. "There isn't a Forsyte now who appeals to me." "Not young Mr.
      31. And a fantastic thought shot into his mind. Absurd! Idiotic! But again    Nicholas? He's at the Bar." "He'll never set the Thames on fire," said Soames. (J.G.)
it came. And genuinely alarmed by the recurrence, as one is by the second fit of          44. All right! He would show them! Squaring his shoulders, he crossed
shivering which presages a feverish cold, he sat down on the weighing               his legs and gazed inscrutably at his spats. But just then an "old Johnny" in a
machine. Eleven stone! He had not varied two pounds in twenty years. (J.G.)         gown and long wig, looking awfully like a funny raddled woman, came through
      32. This war would surely be no exception. But his mind ran hastily over      a door into the high pew opposite, and he had to uncross his legs hastily, and
his family. Two of the Haymans, he had heard, were in some Yeomanry or              stand up with everybody else. "Dartie versus Dartie!" (J.G.)
other – it had always been a pleasant thought, there was a certain distinction            45. The shade from the plane-trees fell on his neat Homburg hat; he had
about the Yeomanry; they wore, or used to wear, a blue uniform with silver          given up top hats – it was no use attracting attention to wealth in days like
about it, and rode horses. And Archibald, he remembered, had once on a time         these. (J.G.)
joined the Militia; but had given it up because his father, Nicholas, had made            46. And he directed his steps along the Club fronts of Piccadilly. George
such a fuss about his "wasting his time peacocking about in a uniform". (J.G.)      Forsyte, of course, would be sitting in the bay window of the Iseum. The chap
                                                                                    was so big now that he was there nearly all his time. (J.G.)
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