Лексические, грамматические и стилистические проблемы перевода. Калинкина С.К. - 18 стр.

       17. … something had happened to my left leg … I hoisted myself against          not yet come on. Guests – even party-ers and stay-out-lates – were likely to be
him and let my left leg dangle – we were like awkward contestants in a three-          sleeping. (A.H.)
legged race … (G.G.)                                                                         36. In a street called Thayer Street, in the residential green, fawn, and
       18. Opal was a bashful, formless, bespectacled, bepimpled creature who          golden of a mellow academic townlet, one was bound to have a few amiable
doted on Dolly who bullied her. (V.N.)                                                 fine-dayers yelping at you. I prided myself on the exact temperature of my re-
       19. Fur-coated and top-hatted, with Annette beside him in dark furs,            lations with them; never rude, always aloof. (V.N.)
Soames crossed Park Lane on the morning of the funeral procession to the rails               37. And sitting lunchless in the hall of his hotel, with tourists passing
in Hyde Park. (J.G.)                                                                   every moment, … he was visited by black dejection. (J.G.)
       20. In that radiant streak Jon Forsyte stood, blue-linen-suited. (J.G.)               38. In the cave, damp and darkish like any other cave, the great feature
       21. The sunlight pressed through the windows, thieved its way in, flashed       was a pool with possibility of creatures which might be caught and put into
its light over the furniture and the photographs. (K.M.)                               bottles. Sabina and Freda, who wore no stockings on their shapely brown legs,
       22. A peculiar rumbling noise had taken possession of the silence. Mi-          exhorted Ashurst to join them in the middle of it, and help sieve the water. He
chael looked up. Sir James Forsyte was asleep! … It was as though Foggartism           too was bootless and sockless. (J.G.)
were snoring the little of its life away! (J.G.)                                             39. I am wifeless, childless, brotherless, sisterless. (I.M.)
       23. Miss Saunders moused in. She gave the impression of moving close                  40. The house was still Lo-less when I strolled back. (V.N.)
to the ground. (G.G.)                                                                        41. By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved
       24. He waved her into the car. (A.Ch.)                                          grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast. (V.N.)
       25. Pat worked her way up from typist to company director in six years.               42. Her performance, she felt, was interesting to the judge, the jury, and
(A.C.D.)                                                                               all those people up there, whom she could dimly see. If only "that little snob"
       26. The baronet did not seem surprised or embarrassed at the rare               had not been seated, expressionless, between her and her Council. (J.G.)
visitation; though they suspected that he had a stranger in his house for a                  43. He drove to the station to meet them. What taste French women had!
quarter of a lifetime, he behaved as if he had been bowing duchesses a moment          Madame Lamotte was in black with touches of lilac colour, Annette in grayish
before. (A.C.D.)                                                                       lilac linen, with cream-coloured gloves and hat. Rather pale she looked and
       27. The colonel ran his hand through his elegant yellow hair and,               Londony. (J.G.)
flourishing his pointer, danced his way down the long maps on the wall. (G.G.)               44. There was a little sound outside his open door and suddenly Ilona was
       28. The room contained a girl working a type-writer, … another girl             in the room. She too had plaited her hair, schoolgirlishly in two flying plaits
beating up eggs in a bowl …, and a third, who seemed practicing a physical             enlaced with ribbons. (I.M.)
exercise … "I was born in South Africa," said the egg-beater … "I should jolly               45. Edward looked down into the reeds which were growing up so
well think it isn't popular", muttered the physical exerciser. (J.G.)                  greenly in the little gap between the fence and the bank. (I.M.)
       29. Winifred says George is calling Jolion "The Three-Decker", because                46. It struck Edward that no one said a word about last night, not said any
of his three families. (J.G.)                                                          of the natural things … Edward, partly to annoy them, said conversationally to
       30. The cat was not an early riser. (I.M.)                                      Bettina, "So they all got away all right last night?" (I.M.)
       31. He was a regular first-nighter. (W.S.M.)                                          47. Smoothly, almost silkily, I turned down into our steep little street. (V.N.)
       32. One thing was perfectly clear to him however, she was a time-waster.              48. Presently she strolled up to my chair and sank down, tweedily, weightily,
(A.W.)                                                                                 on its arm, inundating me with the perfume my first wife had used. (V.N.)
       33. The baronet, in spite of his years, was very vigorous and a great                 49. We are the not – wanteds. (R.A.)
walker. (A.C.D.)                                                                             50. … how I longed to kiss your chinesed eyes … (V.N.)
       34. "Someone told me that hatred kills. Perhaps her hatred will kill me               51. I plumped down my heavy paper bag … She became aware of the
…" "That's a rotten thing to say. Hatred kills the hater." (I.M.)                      bananas and uncoiled herself tableward. (V.N.)
       35. The dawn was a low point in the life of any hotel – the night stuff still         52. How many a time have we mourned over the dead body of Julius
on duty were less alert as the end of their shift approached. Day workers had          Caesar and to be'd and not to be'd in this very room. (J.A.)

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