Лексические, грамматические и стилистические проблемы перевода. Калинкина С.К. - 26 стр.

      47. As I expected she pounced upon the vial with its plump, beautifully               60. The perfect luxury of his latter days had embedded him like a fly in
coloured capsules loaded with Beauty's Sleep. "Blue!" she exclaimed. "Violet         sugar; and his mind, where very little took place from morning till night, was
blue. What are they made of?" "Summer skies," I said, "and plums and figs,           the junction of two curiously opposite emotions, a lingering and sturdy satis-
and the grapeblood of emperors." "No, seriously – please." "Oh, just Purpills.       faction that he had made his own way and his own fortune; and a sense that a
Vitamin X. Makes one strong as an ox or an ax. Want to try one?" (V.N.)              man of his distinction should never have been allowed to soil his mind with
      48. Gaston Godin, who was seldom right in his judgment of American             work. (J.G.)
habits, had warned me that the institution might turn out to be one of those                61. … it had been forgotten that love is no hot-house flower, but a wild
where girls are taught, as he put it with a foreigner's love for such things, "not   plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed,
to spell very well, but to smell very well." (V.N.)                                  blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by
      49. I promise you, Brewster, you will be happy here, with a magnificent        chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms
cellar, and all the royalties from my next play – I have not much at the bank        outside we call a weed. (J.G.)
right now but I propose to borrow – you know, as the Bard said, with that cold              62. James had passed through the fire, but he had passed also through the
in his head, to borrow and to borrow and to borrow. (V.N.)                           river of years that washes out the fire; he had experienced the saddest experi-
      50. The tea brightened the girl's eyes and brought back some of her            ence of all – forgetfulness of what it was like to be in love. (J.G.)
colour. she began to eat with a sort of dainty ferocity like some starved wild              63. Indeed, she had almost ceased to believe that her family existed, and
animal. (O.H.)                                                                       looked round her now with a sort of challenging directness which brought
      51. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called               exquisite discomfort to the roomful. (J.G.)
Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and one there with icy               64. Her beauty must have a sort of poignant harmony. No literal portrait
fingers. (O.H.)                                                                      would ever do her justice … (J.G.)
      52. In the slanting beams that streamed through the open window, the                  65. "We had dear little Mrs. MacAnder here yesterday, just back from
dust danced and was golden. (O.W.)                                                   Paris. And whom d 'you think she saw there in the street? You'll never guess."
      53. Louise's calm bland broad face bore no wrinkles, no evidence of grief
                                                                                     "We shan't try, Auntie," said Euphemia. "Irene! Imagine! After all this time,
or mental strife such as marked, not unattractively, the more striking countenance
                                                                                     walking with a fair beard – "Auntie! you'll kill me! A fair beard – " "I was go-
of Joan Blacket. But Louise's heart had been broken and had not mended. (I.M.)
                                                                                     ing to say," said Aunt Juley severely, "a fair-bearded gentleman." (J.G.)
      54. They were walking over wet grass upon which a pert chill breeze was
                                                                                            66. After that painful scene the quiet of Nature was wonderfully poignant.
moving, like hands covering and uncovering in some swift mysterious game;
                                                                                     (J.G.)
the huge brown leaves of the plane trees heavy with rain. (I.M.)
      55. Aunt Ann turned her old eyes from one to the other. Indulgent and                 67. Michael grinned. "I suppose they'll all be nobs, or sn- er- why the
serene was her look. (J.G.)                                                          deuce did they ask us?" But Fleur was silent. (J.G.)
      56. She had become conscious, moreover, that she had a little lamb                    68. She saw people nodding in the direction of him, seated opposite her
which, wherever Mary went, was sure to go. She was being shadowed! How               between two ladies covered with flesh and pearls. (J.G.)
amusing! (J.G.)                                                                             69. "Do you remember a play called "The Plain Dealer", by Wycherley …
      57. The matter was clear as daylight, and would be disposed of in half an      did you play in that the part of Olivia?" "Yes." "A nice part?" "A very good
hour or so; but during that half-hour he, Soames, would go down to hell; and         part." "I said "nice" "I don't like the word "Too suggestive of "prunes and
after that half-hour all bearers of the Forsyte name would feel the bloom was        prisms", Miss Ferrar?" (J.G.)
off the rose. He had no illusions like Shakespeare that roses by any other name             70. Behind him his cousin, the tall George, son of the fifth Forsyte,
would smell as sweet. (J.G.)                                                         Roger, had a Quilpish look on his fleshy face, pondering one of his sardonic
      58. "Splendid!" cried Mont, dipping his sculls vaguely; "it's good to meet     jests. (J.G.)
a girl who's got wit." "But better to meet a young man who's got it in the
plural." (J.G.)
      59. "You know," she said, "I saw you drop your handkerchief. Is there
anything between you and Jon? Because, if so, you'd better drop that too." (J.G.)
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