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meningitis [menin`daitis]

occupant ['Okjupqnt], typescript ['taIpskrIpt], meningitis ["menIn'GaItIs], ward [wO:d], prison [prIzn]

He said, "Anna, I've found out everything."

"Come in," she said, "you don't want to wake the house." She was in a dressing gown: the divan had become a bed, the kind of rumbled bed that showed how sleepless the occupant had been.

"Now," she said, while he stood there, fumbling for words, "what is it? I thought you were going to keep away. Are the police after you?"

"No."

"You didn't really kill that man, did you?"

"Of course not."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"I am a bit," he said sulkily. The meeting seemed to be going on the wrong lines. He said angrily, "I'm sorry."

"Why? I could do with a bit of drink myself."

He said, "I've been with the British police. They are satisfied I didn't do it. But I've learned everything from them. Harry was in a racket—a bad racket." He said hopelessly, "He was no good at all. We were both wrong."

"You'd better tell me," Anna said. She sat down on the bed and he told her, swaying slightly beside the table where her typescript part still lay open at the first page. I imagine he told it her pretty confusedly, dwelling chiefly on what had stuck most in his mind, the children dead with meningitis and the children in the mental ward. He stopped and they were silent. She said, "Is that all?"

"Yes."

"You were sober when they told you? They really proved it?"

"Yes." He added, drearily, "So that, you see, was Harry."

"I'm glad he's dead now," she said. "I wouldn't have wanted him to rot for years in prison."

"But can you understand how Harry—your Harry, my Harry—could have got mixed up ...?" He said hopelessly, "I feel as though he had never really existed, that we'd dreamed him. Was he laughing at fools like us all the time?"

"He may have been. What does it matter?" she said. "Sit down. Don't worry." He had pictured himself comforting her—not this other way about. She said, "If he was alive now, he might be able to explain, but we've got to remember him as he was to us. There are always so many things one doesn't know about a person, even a person one loves, good things, bad things. We have to leave plenty of room for them."

"Those children (эти дети)..."

She said angrily (она сказала сердито), "For God's sake (ради Бога) stop making people in your image (прекратите делать людей по вашему образу»). Harry was real (Гарри был настоящим). He wasn't just your hero and my lover (он не был лишь вашим героем и моим возлюбленным). He was Harry (он был Гарри). He was in a racket (он был в афере). He did bad things (он делал плохие вещи). What about it (что насчет этого = ну и что)? He was the man we knew (он был тем человеком, которого мы знали)."

He said, "Don't talk such bloody wisdom (не говори такую чертову мудрость). Don't you see (разве ты не видишь) that I love you (что я люблю тебя)?"

She looked at him in astonishment (она посмотрела на него в удивлении). "You (ты)?"

"Yes, me (да, я). I don't kill people with fake drugs (я не убиваю людей поддельными лекарствами). I'm not a hypocrite (я не лицемер) who persuades people that I'm the greatest (который убеждает людей, что я величайший)... I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much (я просто плохой писатель, который пьет слишком много) and falls in love with girls (и влюбляется в девушек)..."

She said, "But I don't even know what colour your eyes are (но я даже не знаю, какого цвета твои глаза). If you'd rung me up just now and asked me (если ты бы позвонил мне прямо и сейчас и спросил меня; to ring up — позвонить) whether you were dark or fair or wore a moustache (темноволосый ты или светловолосый, носишь ли усы), I wouldn't have known (я бы не знала = не смогла бы сказать)."

"Can't you get him out of your mind (не можешь ли ты выбросить его из твоих мыслей)?"

"No."

He said, "As soon as they've cleared up this Koch murder (как только они разберутся с этим убийством Коха), I'm leaving Vienna (я покину Вену). I can't feel interested any longer in whether Kurtz killed Harry (я не могу чувствовать себя заинтересованным сколько-нибудь дольше в том, Куртц ли убил Гарри)—or the third man (или третий человек). Whoever killed him it was a kind of justice (кто бы ни убил его, это была разновидность справедливости = была своего рода справедливость). Maybe I'd kill him myself under these circumstances (может быть, я бы убил его сам в этих обстоятельствах). But you still love him (но ты все еще любишь его). You love a cheat (ты любишь лгуна), a murderer (убийцу)."

"I loved a man (я любила человека)," she said. "I told you (я сказала тебе)—a man doesn't alter because you find out more about him (человек не меняется из-за того, что ты обнаруживаешь больше о нем). He's still the same man (он есть все еще тот же самый человек)."

"I hate the way you talk (я ненавижу = мне очень не нравится то, как ты говоришь; way — путь, способ). I've got a splitting headache (у меня острая: «раскалывающая» головная боль; to split — раскалывать; расщеплять), and you talk and talk (а ты говоришь и говоришь)..."

"I didn't ask you to come (я не приглашала/не просила тебя приходить)."

"You make me cross (ты заставляешь меня сердиться: «делаешь меня сердитым/раздраженным»)."

Suddenly she laughed (внезапно она рассмеялась). She said, "You are so comic (ты такой комичный/забавный). You come here at three in the morning (ты приходишь сюда в три часа утра)—a stranger (чужой человек)— and say you love me (и говоришь, что ты любишь меня). Then you get angry (затем ты становишься сердитым = начинаешь сердиться) and pick a quarrel (и ищешь повод для ссоры: «поднимаешь/подхватываешь ссору»; to pick — собирать, снимать (плоды/; to pick up — поднимать, подбирать). What do you expect me to do (что ты ожидаешь меня сделать = чтобы я сделала)—or say (или сказала)?"

"I haven't seen you laugh before (я раньше не видел, как ты смеешься). Do it again (сделай это снова). I like it (я мне нравится это)."

"There isn't enough for two laughs (здесь недостаточно для двух смешков = меня не хватит на два смешка)," she said.

He took her by the shoulders (он взял ее за плечи) and shook her gently (и потряс ее мягко; to shake — трясти; gently — мягко, нежно; осторожно). He said, "I'd make comic faces all day long (я бы делал комичные лица весь день). I'd stand on my head and grin at you between my legs (я бы стоял на голове и улыбался тебе между моими ногами). I'd learn a lot of jokes (я бы выучил кучу анекдотов: «шуток») from the books on After-dinner Speaking (из книг о послеобеденном разговоре)."