The owner of one steam launch, who had bespoke six copies (Π²Π»Π°Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅Ρ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈΠ· ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΡ Π±Π°ΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠΎΠ², ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠΊΠ·Π΅ΠΌΠΏΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²; to bespeak β Π·Π°ΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π΅), rescinded the order on seeing the negative (ΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ» Π·Π°ΠΊΠ°Π·, ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π² Π½Π΅Π³Π°ΡΠΈΠ²). He said he would take them if anybody could show him his launch (ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π», ΡΡΠΎ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠΌΠ΅Ρ ΠΈΡ , Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΎ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π΅ΠΌΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π±Π°ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ), but nobody could (Π½ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΌΠΎΠ³). It was somewhere behind George's right foot (ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» Π³Π΄Π΅-ΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π΄ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠΉ Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈ ΠΠΆΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΆΠ°).
There was a good deal of unpleasantness over the business (Ρ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠ·Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΠΉ). The photographer thought we ought to take a dozen copies each (ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡΠΈΡΠ°Π», ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΡ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Ρ Π²Π·ΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ Π΄ΡΠΆΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΊΠ·Π΅ΠΌΠΏΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ² ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ), seeing that the photo was about nine-tenths us, but we declined (Π²ΠΈΠ΄Ρ, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΎΠΊ Π½Π° Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΡΡ /ΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ/ ΠΈΠ· Π½Π°Ρ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ). We said we had no objection to being photo'd full-length (ΠΌΡ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°Π΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π²ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΡ), but we preferred being taken the right way up (Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΏΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°Π΅ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ Π² ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ, Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ).
rescinded [rΙͺΛsΙͺndΙͺd] declined [dΙͺΛklaΙͺnd]
The owner of one steam launch, who had bespoke six copies, rescinded the order on seeing the negative. He said he would take them if anybody could show him his launch, but nobody could. It was somewhere behind George's right foot.
There was a good deal of unpleasantness over the business. The photographer thought we ought to take a dozen copies each, seeing that the photo was about nine-tenths us, but we declined. We said we had no objection to being photo'd full-length, but we preferred being taken the right way up.
Wallingford, six miles above Streatley, is a very ancient town (Π£ΠΎΠ»Π»ΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠΎΡΠ΄, /ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ/ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΡΠΌΠΈ Π²ΡΡΠ΅ Π‘ΡΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈ, β ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄), and has been an active centre for the making of English history (ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ» Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠΌ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎΡΠΌΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΡ Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΠΈ). It was a rude, mud-built town in the time of the Britons (ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ» Π΄ΠΈΠΊΠΈΠΉ/Π½Π΅ΠΊΡΠ»ΡΡΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ, ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΈΠ· Π³Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π° Π±ΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ² Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄), who squatted there, until the Roman legions evicted them (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΡΠΈΠΌΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅ Π»Π΅Π³ΠΈΠΎΠ½Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΈΠ·Π³Π½Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΈΡ ; to squat β ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ; ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΆΠΎΠΉ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅); and replaced their clay-baked walls by mighty fortifications, the trace of which Time has not yet succeeded in sweeping away (ΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΈΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΈΠ· ΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΆΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π³Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ /Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅/ ΠΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ Π΄ΠΎ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠΆΠΈΡΡ; to bake β ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ/ΡΡ/; ΡΡΡΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ΅; ΠΎΠ±ΠΆΠΈΠ³Π°ΡΡ /ΠΊΠΈΡΠΏΠΈΡΠΈ/; trace β ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Ρ, ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΈ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠΊΠΈ; to sweep away β ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ, ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠΆΠΈΡΡ, ΡΠΌΡΡΡ), so well those old-world masons knew how to build (Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΡΠΎΠΈΡΡ).
But Time, though he halted at Roman walls, soon crumbled Romans to dust (Π½ΠΎ ΠΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ, Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ ΡΠΈΠΌΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π°ΠΌΠΈ, Π²ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅ /ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈΡ / ΡΠΈΠΌΠ»ΡΠ½ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎ Π² ΠΏΡΠ°Ρ ; to crumble β ΠΊΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ/ΡΡ/, ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ /Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΊ/; ΡΠ°Π·ΡΡΡΠ°ΡΡ/ΡΡ/; dust β ΠΏΡΠ»Ρ; ΠΏΡΠ°Ρ , ΡΠ»Π΅Π½); and on the ground, in later years, fought savage Saxons and huge Danes, until the Normans came (ΠΈ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅ Π² ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΏΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π°ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΅, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½ΠΎΡΠΌΠ°Π½Π½Ρ; to fight).
It was a walled and fortified town up to the time of the Parliamentary War (ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΠ±Π½Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΠΉ, ΡΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ Π²ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ»Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Ρ), when it suffered a long and bitter siege from Fairfax (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈΠ» Π΄Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ°Π΄Ρ Π€Π΅ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌ; Fairfax β Π’ΠΎΠΌΠ°Ρ Π€Π΅ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΡ /1612-1671/, Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π»Ρ, Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠΉ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ ΠΠ½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠΈ 17 Π²Π΅ΠΊΠ°). It fell at last, and then the walls were razed (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠ°Π» Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅Ρ, ΠΈ Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠ²Π½ΡΠ»ΠΈ Ρ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅ΠΉ; to raze β ΡΠ°Π·ΡΡΡΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ²Π½ΡΡΡ Ρ Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅ΠΉ).
legion [Λli:Κ€(Η)n] evicted [ΙͺΛvΙͺktΙͺd] halted [ΛhΙ:ltΙͺd] savage [ΛsΓ¦vΙͺΚ€] siege [si:Κ€]
Wallingford, six miles above Streatley, is a very ancient town, and has been an active centre for the making of English history. It was a rude, mud-built town in the time of the Britons, who squatted there, until the Roman legions evicted them; and replaced their clay-baked walls by mighty fortifications, the trace of which Time has not yet succeeded in sweeping away, so well those old-world masons knew how to build.
But Time, though he halted at Roman walls, soon crumbled Romans to dust; and on the ground, in later years, fought savage Saxons and huge Danes, until the Normans came.
It was a walled and fortified town up to the time of the Parliamentary War, when it suffered a long and bitter siege from Fairfax. It fell at last, and then the walls were razed.
From Wallingford up to Dorchester the neighbourhood of the river grows more hilly, varied, and picturesque (ΠΎΡ Π£ΠΎΠ»Π»ΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠΎΡΠ΄Π° Π΄ΠΎ ΠΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ° ΠΎΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΡΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΠΈΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΆΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠΏΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ). Dorchester stands half a mile from the river (ΠΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠΌΠΈΠ»Π΅ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ). It can be reached by paddling up the Thames, if you have a small boat (Π΄ΠΎ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠΎ Π’Π΅ΠΌΠ·Π΅, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Ρ Π²Π°Ρ ΠΌΠ°Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΊΠ°; to paddle β Π³ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ Π±Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π°ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΌ Π²Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΌ; ΠΏΠ»ΡΡΡ Π½Π° Π±Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π°ΡΠΊΠ΅); but the best way is to leave the river at Day's Lock, and take a walk across the fields (Π½ΠΎ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ β ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡ = ΡΠΎΠΉΡΠΈ Ρ ΡΠ»ΡΠ·Π° ΠΡΠΉ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ»ΡΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΏΠΎΠ»Ρ). Dorchester is a delightfully peaceful old place, nestling in stillness and silence and drowsiness (ΠΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅Ρ β ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ΅ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠ΅Π΅ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡ, ΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΈ Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΎΡΡ).
Dorchester, like Wallingford, was a city in ancient British times (ΠΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ΅Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΈ Π£ΠΎΠ»Π»ΠΈΠ½Π³ΡΠΎΡΠ΄, Π±ΡΠ» Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π° Π°Π½ΡΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΡΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΈ); it was then called Caer Doren, "the city on the water (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΠ°Π΅Ρ ΠΠΎΡΠ΅Π½, Β«Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄ Π½Π° Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π΅Β»)." In more recent times the Romans formed a great camp here (ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π΄Π½Π΅Π΅ ΡΠΈΠΌΠ»ΡΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ Π·Π΄Π΅ΡΡ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π»Π°Π³Π΅ΡΡ; recent β Π½Π΅Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΈΠΉ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΉ; Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠΉ, ΡΠ²Π΅ΠΆΠΈΠΉ), the fortifications surrounding which now seem like low, even hills (ΡΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠΆΠ°Π²ΡΠΈΠ΅ Π΅Π³ΠΎ, ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΡΡΡΡ Π½ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠΎΠ²Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠΈ). In Saxon days it was the capital of Wessex (Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΎΠ² ΠΎΠ½ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π£ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°). It is very old, and it was very strong and great once (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈΠΉ, Π° Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ» ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ ΠΈ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠΌ). Now it sits aside from the stirring world, and nods and dreams (ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠΈΡΠ°, Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅Ρ ΠΈ Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡ ΡΠ½Ρ; stirring β Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ, Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠΉ, ΡΠ½Π΅ΡΠ³ΠΈΡΠ½ΡΠΉ; to nod β ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ; Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ»Π΅Π²Π°ΡΡ Π½ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ).
nestling [ΛneslΙͺΕ] drowsiness [ΛdrauzΙͺnΙͺs] capital [ΛkΓ¦pΙͺtl]
From Wallingford up to Dorchester the neighbourhood of the river grows more hilly, varied, and picturesque. Dorchester stands half a mile from the river. It can be reached by paddling up the Thames, if you have a small boat; but the best way is to leave the river at Day's Lock, and take a walk across the fields. Dorchester is a delightfully peaceful old place, nestling in stillness and silence and drowsiness.
Dorchester, like Wallingford, was a city in ancient British times; it was then called Caer Doren, "the city on the water." In more recent times the Romans formed a great camp here, the fortifications surrounding which now seem like low, even hills. In Saxon days it was the capital of Wessex. It is very old, and it was very strong and great once. Now it sits aside from the stirring world, and nods and dreams.
Round Clifton Hampden, itself a wonderfully pretty village (Π² ΠΎΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΠΠ»ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ½-Π₯Π°ΠΌΠ΄Π΅Π½Π°, ΡΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΎΠΉ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ), old-fashioned, peaceful, and dainty with flowers (ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ, ΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠΉ, Ρ ΠΈΠ·ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ; dainty β ΠΈΠ·ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠΉ, ΠΈΠ·ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ), the river scenery is rich and beautiful (Π²ΠΈΠ΄ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½; rich β Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΡΠΉ, ΡΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ; ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ, ΠΏΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ). If you stay the night on land at Clifton, you cannot do better than put up at the "Barley Mow (Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²Ρ /ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ/ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠΈ Π½ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΡΠ΅ Π² ΠΠ»ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ½Π΅, Π²Π°ΠΌ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π² Β«Π―ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠΎΠ³Π΅Β»)." It is, without exception, I should say, the quaintest, most old-world inn up the river (ΡΡΠΎ, Π±Π΅Π· ΠΈΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Ρ, ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ°Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½Π°Ρ, ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ°Ρ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π½Π°Ρ Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΠ° Π½Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ΅). It stands on the right of the bridge, quite away from the village (ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π° ΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ°, Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π΄Π°Π»Π΅ΠΊΠΎ ΠΎΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΈ). Its low-pitched gables and thatched roof and latticed windows give it quite a story-book appearance (ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΡΠΎΠ½ΡΠΎΠ½Ρ, ΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΠΊΡΡΡΠ° ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠΊΠ½Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΡ Π΅ΠΉ Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΌΠ° ΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ΄; low-pitched β ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΠΉ; Ρ Π½ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠΌ; story-book β ΡΠ±ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ², ΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΊ), while inside it is even still more once-upon-a-timeyfied (Π° Π²Π½ΡΡΡΠΈ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈΡ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ; once upon a time β ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-ΡΠΎ, Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΡΠΌ-Π΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΎ, ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΆΠ΄Ρ /ΡΠΊΠ°Π·ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ Π·Π°ΡΠΈΠ½/).
It would not be a good place for the heroine of a modern novel to stay at (ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π² Π½Π΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π³Π΅ΡΠΎΠΈΠ½Ρ ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½Π°). The heroine of a modern novel is always "divinely tall (ΠΎΠ½Π° Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° Β«ΠΈΠ·ΡΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π²ΡΡΠΎΠΊΠ°Β»; divinely β Π±ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎ, ΠΈΠ·ΡΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎ)," and she is ever "drawing herself up to her full height (ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ Β«Π²ΡΠΏΡΡΠΌΠ»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎ Π²Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΡΒ»)." At the "Barley Mow" she would bump her head against the ceiling each time she did this (Π² Β«Π―ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΡΡΠΎΠ³Π΅Β» ΠΎΠ½Π° Π±Ρ ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ ΡΠ°Π· ΠΏΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΠΌ).
heroine [ΛherΗuΙͺn] height [haΙͺt] ceiling [Λsi:lΙͺΕ]
Round Clifton Hampden, itself a wonderfully pretty village, old-fashioned, peaceful, and dainty with flowers, the river scenery is rich and beautiful. If you stay the night on land at Clifton, you cannot do better than put up at the "Barley Mow." It is, without exception, I should say, the quaintest, most old-world inn up the river. It stands on the right of the bridge, quite away from the village. Its low-pitched gables and thatched roof and latticed windows give it quite a story-book appearance, while inside it is even still more once-upon-a-timeyfied.
It would not be a good place for the heroine of a modern novel to stay at. The heroine of a modern novel is always "divinely tall," and she is ever "drawing herself up to her full height." At the "Barley Mow" she would bump her head against the ceiling each time she did this.
It would also be a bad house for a drunken man to put up at (ΡΡΠ° /Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΠ°/ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π±Ρ ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡ ΠΈΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΎΠΌ = Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠ»Π° Π±Ρ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΏΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ; to put up at β ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½Π°Π²Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ /Π² Π³ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅/). There are too many surprises in the way of unexpected steps down into this room and up into that (ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠΏΡΠΈΠ·ΠΎΠ² Π² Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ Π½Π΅ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΡΡΠΏΠ΅Π½Π΅ΠΉ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ· Π² ΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ ΠΈ Π²Π²Π΅ΡΡ Π² ΡΡ = ΠΏΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡΡ ΡΠΎ ΡΠΏΡΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ); and as for getting upstairs to his bedroom, or ever finding his bed when he got up (Π° ΡΡΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΡΡΡΡ Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠ½Ρ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΉΡΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ), either operation would be an utter impossibility to him (ΠΈ ΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π±Ρ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΡΠΌ: Β«ΠΊΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½Π΅ΠΉ Π½Π΅Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΡΒ» Π΄Π»Ρ Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ).
We were up early the next morning, as we wanted to be in Oxford by the afternoon (ΠΌΡ Π²ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ Π½Π° ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΠ΅Π΅ ΡΡΡΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΡ Ρ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π±ΡΡΡ Π² ΠΠΊΡΡΠΎΡΠ΄Π΅ ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ΄Π½Ρ). It is surprising how early one can get up, when camping out (ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΡΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Ρ Π½Π° ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π²ΠΎΠ·Π΄ΡΡ Π΅). One does not yearn for "just another five minutes" nearly so much (ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Β«/Π²Π·Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΡΡΡ/ Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΏΡΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ½ΡΡΒ»), lying wrapped up in a rug on the boards of a boat (Π»Π΅ΠΆΠ°, Π·Π°Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ²ΡΠΈΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π΄, Π½Π° Π΄ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π»ΠΎΠ΄ΠΊΠΈ), with a Gladstone bag for a pillow, as one does in a featherbed (ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ² Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎΡΠΆ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ /ΡΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°/ Π»Π΅ΠΆΠΈΡ Π² ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ; featherbed β ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ½Π°; feather β ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΎ, ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅). We had finished breakfast, and were through Clifton Lock by half-past eight (ΠΌΡ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π·Π°Π²ΡΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΠ»ΠΈΡΡΠΎΠ½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ»ΡΠ· ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ½Π΅ Π΄Π΅Π²ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ).