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Π§ΠΈΡ‚Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ ΠΎΠ½Π»Π°ΠΉΠ½ «Английский язык с Π . БрэдбСри. И грянул Π³Ρ€ΠΎΠΌΒ». Π‘Ρ‚Ρ€Π°Π½ΠΈΡ†Π° 3

Автор Ray Bradbury

"Unbelievable." Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face. "A real Time Machine." He shook his head. "Makes you think, If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results. Thank God Keith won. He'll make a fine President of the United States."

"Yes," said the man behind the desk. "We're lucky. If Deutscher had gotten in, we'd have the worst kind of dictatorship. There's an anti everything man for you, a militarist, anti-Christ, anti-human, anti-intellectual. People called us up, you know, joking but not joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492. Of course it's not our business to conduct Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith's President now. All you got to worry about is β€”"

"Shooting my dinosaur," Eckels finished it for him.

"A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we're not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry."

Eckels flushed angrily. "Trying to scare me!"

"Frankly, yes. We don't want anyone going who'll panic at the first shot. Six Safari leaders were killed last year, and a dozen hunters. We're here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Travelling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time. Your personal check's still there. Tear it up."Mr. Eckels looked at the check. His fingers twitched.


"Good luck (ΡƒΠ΄Π°Ρ‡ΠΈ)," said the man behind the desk (сказал Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ Π·Π° столом). "Mr. Travis, he's all yours (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡ‚ΡŒΡŽ ваш = Π·Π°ΠΉΠΌΠΈΡ‚Π΅ΡΡŒ ΠΈΠΌ)."

They moved silently across the room (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΡˆΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ»Ρ‡Π° Ρ‡Π΅Ρ€Π΅Π· ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°Ρ‚Ρƒ), taking their guns with them (взяв свои Ρ€ΡƒΠΆΡŒΡ с собой), toward the Machine (ΠΏΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΡ€Π°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡŽ ΠΊ МашинС), toward the silver metal and the roaring light (ΠΊ сСрСбряному ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚Π°Π»Π»Ρƒ ΠΈ Ρ€Π΅Π²ΡƒΡ‰Π΅ΠΌΡƒ свСту).

First a day and then a night (сначала дСнь, Π° ΠΏΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΠΌ Π½ΠΎΡ‡ΡŒ) and then a day and then a night, then it was day-night-day-night. A week, a month, a year, a decade (нСдСля, мСсяц, Π³ΠΎΠ΄, дСсятилСтиС)! A.D. (сокращСнноС anno Domini β€” нашСй эры /Π»Π°Ρ‚./) 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone (ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΠ΅Ρ…Π°Π»ΠΈ)! The Machine roared (Машина Π²Π·Ρ€Π΅Π²Π΅Π»Π°).

They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΈ кислородныС ΡˆΠ»Π΅ΠΌΡ‹ ΠΈ ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΠ²Π΅Ρ€ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ связь).

Eckels swayed on the padded seat (качался Π½Π° мягком сидСнии: to pad β€” Π½Π°Π±ΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ волосом ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²Π°Ρ‚ΠΎΠΉ), his face pale, his jaw stiff (Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π»ΠΈΡ†ΠΎ Π±Π»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎ, Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΡŽΡΡ‚ΡŒ Π·Π°ΡΡ‚Ρ‹Π²ΡˆΠ°Ρ, ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡ‡Π΅Π½Π΅Π²ΡˆΠ°Ρ = Π·ΡƒΠ±Ρ‹ ΠΊΡ€Π΅ΠΏΠΊΠΎ сТаты). He felt the trembling in his arms and he looked down (ΠΎΠ½ почувствовал Π΄Ρ€ΠΎΠΆΡŒ Π² Ρ€ΡƒΠΊΠ°Ρ… ΠΈ посмотрСл Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·) and found his hands tight on the new rifle (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°Ρ€ΡƒΠΆΠΈΠ» свои Ρ€ΡƒΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡ‚Π½ΠΎ, ΠΊΡ€Π΅ΠΏΠΊΠΎ /ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΠΆΠ°Ρ‚Ρ‹ΠΌΠΈ/ ΠΊ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½Ρ‚ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ΅ /Β«Π½Π° Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½Ρ‚ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ΅Β»/). There were four other men in the Machine (Π² МашинС Π±Ρ‹Π»ΠΎ Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ 4 Ρ‡Π΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ°). Travis, the Safari Leader (Ρ€ΡƒΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚Π΅Π»ΡŒ), his assistant (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡ‰Π½ΠΈΠΊ), Lesperance, and two other hunters (ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π° Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ΠΈΡ… ΠΎΡ…ΠΎΡ‚Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ°), Billings and Kramer. They sat looking at each other (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ сидСли, смотря Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ Π½Π° Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³Π°), and the years blazed around them (ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ‹ свСркали = мСлькали Π²ΠΎΠΊΡ€ΡƒΠ³ Π½ΠΈΡ…).

"Can these guns get a dinosaur cold (ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡƒΡ‚ Π»ΠΈ эти Ρ€ΡƒΠΆΡŒΡ ΡƒΠ±ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ·Π°Π²Ρ€Π° Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π°Π»)?" Eckels felt his mouth saying (почувствовал, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Ρ€ΠΎΡ‚ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡ€ΠΈΡ‚ = произнСс нСосознанно).

"If you hit them right (Ссли ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΡ‚ΡŒ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ… ΠΏΡ€Π°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡŒΠ½ΠΎ: to hit β€” ΡƒΠ΄Π°Ρ€ΡΡ‚ΡŒ, ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ Π² Ρ†Π΅Π»ΡŒ)," said Travis on the helmet radio (сказал ВрСвис ΠΏΠΎ Ρ€Π°Π΄ΠΈΠΎ Π² шлСмС). "Some dinosaurs have two brains (Ρƒ Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹Ρ… Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ·Π°Π²Ρ€ΠΎΠ² Π΄Π²Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³Π°), one in the head (ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π΅), another far down the spinal column (Π΄Ρ€ΡƒΠ³ΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡ€Π°Π·Π΄ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡ‡Π½ΠΈΠΊΡƒ: spinal column β€” ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡ‡Π½Ρ‹ΠΉ столб). We stay away from those (ΠΌΡ‹ ΠΈΠ·Π±Π΅Π³Π°Π΅ΠΌ Ρ‚Π°ΠΊΠΈΡ…). That's stretching luck (это ΠΈΡΠΊΡƒΡˆΠ°Π΅Ρ‚ ΡΡƒΠ΄ΡŒΠ±Ρƒ = Π½Π΅Π·Π°Ρ‡Π΅ΠΌ ΠΈΡΠΊΡƒΡˆΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ ΡΡƒΠ΄ΡŒΠ±Ρƒ: to stretch β€” Ρ€Π°ΡΡ‚ΡΠ³ΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ‚ΡŒ, luck β€” ΡƒΠ΄Π°Ρ‡Π°, to stretch one's luck β€” ΠΈΡΠΊΡƒΡˆΠ°Ρ‚ΡŒ ΡΡƒΠ΄ΡŒΠ±Ρƒ). Put your first two shots into the eyes («помСститС» ваши ΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π²Ρ‹Π΅ Π΄Π²Π° выстрСла Π² Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°), if you can, blind them (Ссли ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚Π΅, ослСпитС ΠΈΡ…), and go back into the brain (ΠΈ ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚Π΅ Β«Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄Β» Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³ = стрСляйтС Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³)."


"Good luck," said the man behind the desk. "Mr. Travis, he's all yours."

They moved silently across the room, taking their guns with them, toward the Machine, toward the silver metal and the roaring light.

First a day and then a night and then a day and then a night, then it was day-night-day-night. A week, a month, a year, a decade! A.D. 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone! The Machine roared.

They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms.

Eckels swayed on the padded seat, his face pale, his jaw stiff. He felt the trembling in his arms and he looked down and found his hands tight on the new rifle. There were four other men in the Machine. Travis, the Safari Leader, his assistant, Lesperance, and two other hunters, Billings and Kramer. They sat looking at each other, and the years blazed around them.

"Can these guns get a dinosaur cold?" Eckels felt his mouth saying.

"If you hit them right," said Travis on the helmet radio. "Some dinosaurs have two brains, one in the head, another far down the spinal column. We stay away from those. That's stretching luck. Put your first two shots into the eyes, if you can, blind them, and go back into the brain."


The Machine howled (Машина Π·Π°Π²Ρ‹Π»Π°). Time was a film run backward (врСмя Π±Ρ‹Π»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΊΠ°, прокручСнная Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄). Suns fled (солнца Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ, спасались бСгством: to flee β€” fled β€” fled) and ten million moons fled after them (ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡ‚ΡŒ ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π»ΡƒΠ½ Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ вслСд Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ). "Think (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡƒΠΌΠ°ΠΉΡ‚Π΅)," said Eckels. "Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today (любой ΠΎΡ…ΠΎΡ‚Π½ΠΈΠΊ, ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹ΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΆΠΈΠ», ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π±Ρ‹ Π½Π°ΠΌ сСгодня). This makes Africa seem like Illinois (это заставляСт Африку Π²Ρ‹Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ΡŒ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Иллинойс = послС этого ΠΈ Африка Π±ΡƒΠ΄Π΅Ρ‚ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Ρ‚ΡŒΡΡ ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ΠΊΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ)."

The Machine slowed (Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΈΠ»Π° Ρ…ΠΎΠ΄); its scream fell to a murmur (Π΅Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ·Π³ ΡƒΠΏΠ°Π», стих Π΄ΠΎ ТуТТания = смСнился ΠΆΡƒΠΆΠΆΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ). The Machine stopped (Машина ΠΎΡΡ‚Π°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡŒ).

The sun stopped in the sky (солнцС ΠΎΡΡ‚Π°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡŒ Π½Π° Π½Π΅Π±Π΅).

The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away (Ρ‚ΡƒΠΌΠ°Π½, ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹ΠΉ ΠΎΠΊΡƒΡ‚Π°Π» ΠœΠ°ΡˆΠΈΠ½Ρƒ, рассСялся) and they were in an old time (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±Ρ‹Π»ΠΈ Π² старом Π²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ = Π² дрСвности), a very old time indeed (Π² ΠΎΡ‡Π΅Π½ΡŒ старом Π²Ρ€Π΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ, Π½Π° самом Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ = Π² Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡ‚Π²ΠΈΡ‚Π΅Π»ΡŒΠ½ΠΎ Π³Π»ΡƒΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉ дрСвности), three hunters and two Safari Heads (Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΈ ΠΎΡ…ΠΎΡ‚Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ° ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π° руководитСля) with their blue metal guns across their knees (со своими синими мСталличСскими Ρ€ΡƒΠΆΡŒΡΠΌΠΈ Β«ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ΅Ρ€Π΅ΠΊ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½Β» = Π½Π° колСнях).

"Christ isn't born yet (Π₯ристос Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ Π½Π΅ родился)," said Travis, "Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God (МоисСй Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ Π½Π΅ взошСл Π² Π³ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡ€ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ с Π±ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΌ). The Pyramids are still in the earth (ΠΏΠΈΡ€Π°ΠΌΠΈΠ΄Ρ‹ /Ρ‚.Π΅. ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΡ€Ρ‹Ρ… ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ построСны/ Π΅Ρ‰Π΅ Π² Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅), waiting to be cut out and put up (Β«ΠΆΠ΄ΡƒΡ‰ΠΈΠ΅ Π±Ρ‹Ρ‚ΡŒ Π²Ρ‹Ρ€Π΅Π·Π°Π½Π½Ρ‹ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ слоТСнными» = ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡŽΡ‚, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎΠ±Ρ‹ ΠΈΡ… отСсали ΠΈ слоТили). Remember that (ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΡ‚Π΅ это). Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler (АлСксандр /МакСдонский/, Π¦Π΅Π·Π°Ρ€ΡŒ, НаполСон, Π“ΠΈΡ‚Π»Π΅Ρ€) β€” none of them exists (Π½ΠΈΠΊΡ‚ΠΎ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ… /Π΅Ρ‰Π΅/ Π½Π΅ сущСствуСт)." The men nodded (ΠΌΡƒΠΆΡ‡ΠΈΠ½Ρ‹ ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π½ΡƒΠ»ΠΈ).


The Machine howled. Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them. "Think," said Eckels. "Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today. This makes Africa seem like Illinois."

The Machine slowed; its scream fell to a murmur. The Machine stopped.

The sun stopped in the sky.

The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees.

"Christ isn't born yet," said Travis, "Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God. The Pyramids are still in the earth, waiting to be cut out and put up. Remember that. Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler β€” none of them exists." The men nodded.


"That (это)" β€” Mr. Travis pointed (ΡƒΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» мистСр ВрСвис) β€” "is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fifty-five years before President Keith (Π΄ΠΆΡƒΠ½Π³Π»ΠΈ Π·Π° ΡˆΠ΅ΡΡ‚ΡŒΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ‚ ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π΄Π²Π΅ тысячи ΠΏΡΡ‚ΡŒΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ‚ ΠΏΡΡ‚ΡŒ Π»Π΅Ρ‚ Π΄ΠΎ ΠŸΡ€Π΅Π·ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½Ρ‚Π° ΠšΠ΅ΠΉΡ‚Π°)."

He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness (ΠΎΠ½ ΡƒΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π½Π° ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚Π°Π»Π»ΠΈΡ‡Π΅ΡΠΊΡƒΡŽ Ρ‚Ρ€ΠΎΠΏΡƒ, которая ΡƒΡ…ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π° Π² Π·Π΅Π»Π΅Π½Ρ‹Π΅ заросли: to strike off β€” ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΡ‡Π΅Ρ€Ρ‚ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ, wilderness β€” дикая ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ‚Π½ΠΎΡΡ‚ΡŒ, запущСнная Ρ‡Π°ΡΡ‚ΡŒ сада), over steaming swamp (Π½Π°Π΄ ΠΈΡΠΏΠ°Ρ€ΡΡŽΡ‰ΠΈΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎΠΌ), among giant ferns and palms (срСди гигантских ΠΏΠ°ΠΏΠΎΡ€ΠΎΡ‚Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΈ пальм).