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[ 270 ] “That’s all you know,” said Digory. “It’s because you’re a girl. Girls never want to know anything but gossip and rot about people getting engaged.”
[ 271 ] “You looked exactly like your Uncle when you said that,” said Polly.
[ 272 ] “Why can’t you keep to the point?” said Digory. “What we’re talking about is—”
[ 273 ] “How exactly like a man!” said Polly in a very grownup voice; but she added hastily, in her real voice, “And don’t say I’m just like a woman, or you’ll be a beastly copy-cat.”
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– Разумеется, ты же девчонка, – сказал Дигори. – Вашему брату на все наплевать, кроме сплетен, да всякой чепухи насчет того, кто в кого влюблен.
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– Ты сейчас вылитый дядюшка Эндрью, – сказала Полли.
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– При чем тут дядюшка? Мы говорим, что…
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– Типичный мужчина! – сказала Полли взрослым голосом, и тут же прибавила: – Только не вздумай отвечать, что я типичная женщина. Не дразнись.
[ 274 ] “I should never dream of calling a kid like you a woman,” said Digory loftily.
[ 275 ] “Oh, I’m a kid, am I?” said Polly who was now in a real rage. “Well you needn’t be bothered by having a kid with you any longer then. I’m off. I’ve had enough of this place. And I’ve had enough of you too—you beastly, stuck-up, obstinate pig!”
[ 276 ] “None of that!” said Digory in a voice even nastier than he meant it to be; for he saw Polly’s hand moving to her pocket to get hold of her yellow ring. I can’t excuse what he did next except by saying that he was very sorry for it afterwards (and so were a good many other people). Before Polly’s hand reached her pocket, he grabbed her wrist, leaning across with his back against her chest. Then, keeping her other arm out of the way with his other elbow, he leaned forward, picked up the hammer, and struck the golden bell a light, smart tap. Then he let her go and they fell apart staring at each other and breathing hard. Polly was just beginning to cry, not with fear, and not even because he had hurt her wrist quite badly, but with furious anger. Within two seconds, however, they had something to think about that drove their own quarrels quite out of their minds.
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– Стану я называть женщиной такую козявку!
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– Это я-то козявка.? – Полли рассердилась по-настоящему. – Ладно, не стану мешать. С меня хватит. Совершенно мерзкое место. А ты – воображала и поросенок!
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– Стой! – закричал Дигори куда противнее, чем хотел. Он увидел, что Полли вот-вот сунет руку в карман с желтым колечком. Мне его трудно оправдать. Могу только сказать, что он – и не только он один – потом очень и очень жалел о том, что сделал. Он схватил Полли за руку, а сам левой рукой дотянулся до молота и ударил по колоколу. Потом отпустил девочку, и они молча уставились друг на друга. Полли собралась было зареветь, причем не от страха, а от злости, но не успела.
[ 277 ] As soon as the bell was struck it gave out a note, a sweet note such as you might have expected, and not very loud. But instead of dying away again, it went on; and as it went on it grew louder. Before a minute had passed it was twice as loud as it had been to begin with. It was soon so loud that if the children had tried to speak (but they weren’t thinking of speaking now—they were just standing with their mouths open) they would not have heard one another. Very soon it was so loud that they could not have heard one another even by shouting. And still it grew: all on one note, a continuous sweet sound, though the sweetness had something horrible about it, till all the air in that great room was throbbing with it and they could feel the stone floor trembling under their feet. Then at last it began to be mixed with another sound, a vague, disastrous noise which sounded first like the roar of a distant train, and then like the crash of a falling tree. They heard something like great weights falling. Finally, with a sudden, rush and thunder, and a shake that nearly flung them off their feet, about a quarter of the roof at one end of the room fell in, great blocks of masonry fell all round them, and the walls rocked. The noise of the bell stopped. The clouds of dust cleared away. Everything became quiet again.
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Звон был мелодичный, не слишком оглушительный, зато непрерывный и нарастающий, так что минуты через две дети уже не могли говорить, потому что не услыхали бы друг друга. А когда он стал таким сильным, что перекрыл бы даже их крик, то и сама мелодичность его стала казаться жуткой. Под конец и воздух в зале, и пол под ногами задрожали крупной дрожью, а часть стены и кусок потолка с грохотом рухнули – не то из-за колдовства, не то поддавшись какой-то особенной ноте. И тут все затихло.
It was never found out whether the fall of the roof was due to Magic or whether that unbearably loud sound from the bell just happened to strike the note which was more than those crumbling walls could stand.
[ 278 ] “There! I hope you’re satisfied now,” panted Polly.
[ 279 ] “Well, it’s all over, anyway,” said Digory.
[ 280 ] And both thought it was; but they had never been more mistaken in their lives.
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– Ну что, доволен? – съязвила Полли.
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– Ладно, все уже кончилось, – отозвался Дигори.
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Оба они думали, что все и впрямь кончилось. И оба страшно ошибались.
[ 281 ] CHAPTER FIVE.
THE DEPLORABLE WORD
[ 282 ] THE children were facing one another across the pillar where the bell hung, still trembling, though it no longer gave out any note. Suddenly they heard a soft noise from the end of the room which was still undamaged. They turned quick as lightning to see what it was. One of the robed figures, the furthest-off one of all, the woman whom Digory thought so beautiful, was rising from its chair. When she stood up they realized that she was even taller than they had thought. And you could see at once, not only from her crown and robes, but from the flash of her eyes and the curve of her lips, that she was a great queen. She looked round the room and saw the damage and saw the children, but you could not guess from her face what she thought of either or whether she was surprised. She came forward with long, swift strides.
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Глава пятая. НЕДОБРОЕ СЛОВО
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Дети смотрели друг на друга поверх приземистой колонны, на которой до сих пор подрагивал замолкший колокол. Вдруг в дальнем, совсем неразрушенном углу комнаты раздался какой-то негромкий звук. Они обернулись на него с быстротой молнии и увидели, что одна из облаченных в пышные одежды фигур, та самая последняя в ряду женщина, которая показалась Дигори такой красавицей, подымается с кресла во весь свой гигантский рост. И по короне, и по облачению, и по сиянию глаз, и по изгибу рта она, несомненно, была могучей королевой. Комнату она осмотрела, и детей увидела, и, конечно, заметила, что кусок стены и потолка обвалился, только на лице ее не показалось и следа удивления.
[ 283 ] “Who has awaked me? Who has broken the spell?” she asked.
[ 284 ] “I think it must have been me,” said Digory.
[ 285 ] “You!” said the Queen, laying her hand on his shoulder—a white, beautiful hand, but Digory could feel that it was strong as steel pincers. “You? But you are only a child, a common child. Anyone can see at a glance that you have no drop of royal or noble blood in your veins. How did such as you dare to enter this house?”
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– Кто пробудил меня? Кто разрушил чары? – она выступила вперед быстрыми, длинными шагами.
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– Кажется, это я, – сказал Дигори.
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– Ты! – Королева положила на плечо мальчика свою руку – белоснежную, прекрасную руку, которая, однако, была сильной, как клещи. – Ты? Но ты же дитя, обыкновенный мальчишка! В твоих жилах, я сразу увидела, нет ни королевской, ни даже благородной крови. Как ты осмелился проникнуть в этот дом?
[ 286 ] “We’ve come from another world; by Magic,” said Polly, who thought it was high time the Queen took some notice of her as well as of Digory.
[ 287 ] “Is this true?” said the Queen, still looking at Digory and not giving Polly even a glance.
[ 288 ] “Yes, it is,” said he.
[ 289 ] The Queen put her other hand under his chin and forced it up so that she could see his face better. Digory tried to stare back but he soon had to let his eyes drop. There was something about hers that overpowered him.
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– Мы из другого мира сюда попали. Волшебным способом, – Полли решила, что королеве пора заметить и ее.
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– Это правда? – спросила королева у Дигори, по-прежнему не обращая никакого внимания на девочку.
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– Правда, – отвечал он.
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Свободной рукой королева схватила его за подбородок и задрала лицо мальчика, чтобы к нему присмотреться. Дигори, сколько ни силился, так и не сумел выдержать ее взгляда. Что-то в ней было такое, слишком могучее. Королева отпустила его не раньше, чем через минуту с лишним.
After she had studied him for well over a minute, she let go of his chin and said:
[ 290 ] “You are no magician. The mark of it is not on you. You must be only the servant of a magician. It is on another’s Magic that you have travelled here.”
[ 291 ] “It was my Uncle Andrew,” said Digory.
[ 292 ] At the moment, not in the room itself but from somewhere very close, there came, first a rumbling, then a creaking, and then a roar of falling masonry, and the floor shook.
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– Ты не волшебник, – сказала она, – на твоем лице нет знака чародеев. Ты, верно, слуга волшебника. Тебя принесло сюда чужое волшебство.
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– Мой дядя Эндрью волшебник, – сказал Дигори.
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И тут где-то совсем рядом с комнатой зашуршало, заскрипело, затрещало, раздался грохот падающих камней, и пол закачался.