Английский язык с С. Кингом "Верхом на пуле" - Stephen King

“Yeah, and there's a sign that says for sale by owner in the window (да, и в окне табличка с надписью “ПРОДАЕТСЯ ВЛАДЕЛЬЦЕМ”).”

perfectly ['pWfIktlI], lawn [lLn], owner ['qunq]

“Yeah,” I said through my numb lips. I didn't know the story, but I knew perfectly well that I didn't want to hear it, didn't want to hear any story this man might have to tell. That one's famous. Ahead of us the road leaped forward like a road in an old black-and-white movie.

“Yeah it is, fucking famous. So the kid's looking for a car and he sees an almost brand-new Cadillac on this guy's lawn.”

“I said I —”

“Yeah, and there's a sign that says for sale by owner in the window.”

There was a cigarette parked behind his ear (за ухом у него была сигарета). He reached for it (он потянулся за ней), and when he did (и когда он /это/ сделал), his shirt pulled up in the front (его рубашка приподнялась спереди). I could see another puckered black line there (и я увидел там еще одну сморщенную черную линию), more stitches (больше стежков). Then he leaned forward to punch in the cigarette lighter (затем он наклонился вперед, чтобы нажать на прикуриватель) and his shirt dropped back into place (и его рубашка опустилась на место).

“Kid knows he can't afford no Cadillac-car (парень знает, что не может позволить себе “кадиллак”; can afford — бытьвсостояниипозволитьсебе), can't get within a shout of a Caddy (не может находиться в пределах слышимости о “Кэдди”; shout — крик, возглас), but he's curious, you know (но ему любопытно, ты знаешь)? So he goes over to the guy and says (итак, он подходит к парню и говорит), ‘How much does something like that go for (сколько стоит что-то вроде этого: «за сколько что-то вроде этого уйдет»)?’ And the guy, he turns off the hose he's got — cause he's washin the car, you know (а парень, значит, отключает шланг, который он держит, потому что моет машину) — and he says, ‘Kid, this is your lucky day (парень, сегодня твой счастливый день). Seven hundred and fifty bucks and you drive it away (семьсот пятьдесят баксов и ты уезжаешь на нем).’ ”

ear [Iq], pucker ['pAkq], afford [q'fLd]

There was a cigarette parked behind his ear. He reached for it, and when he did, his shirt pulled up in the front. I could see another puckered black line there, more stitches. Then he leaned forward to punch in the cigarette lighter and his shirt dropped back into place.

“Kid knows he can't afford no Cadillac-car, can't get within a shout of a Caddy, but he's curious, you know? So he goes over to the guy and says, ‘How much does something like that go for?’ And the guy, he turns off the hose he's got — cause he's washin the car, you know — and he says, ‘Kid, this is your lucky day. Seven hundred and fifty bucks and you drive it away.’ ”

The cigarette lighter popped out (прикуриватель выскочил). Staub pulled it free and pressed the coil to the end of his cigarette (вытащил его и поднес спираль к концу сигареты). He drew in smoke (он втянул дым; to draw in) and I saw little tendrils come seeping out between the stitches holding the incision on his neck closed (и я увидел маленькие завитки = струйки, сочащиеся из швов, стягивающих разрез на его шее: «держащих закрытым/сомкнутым разрез на шее»).

“The kid, he looks in through the driver's side window (парень, он смотрит сквозь боковое стекло /со стороны/ водителя) and sees there's only seventeen thou on the odometer (и видит, что на счетчике пробега только семнадцать тысяч; thou = thousand). He says to the guy, ‘Yeah, sure, that's as funny as a screen door in a submarine (ну да, это так же смешно, как москитная сетка на подводной лодке; screen — экран, ширма; screen door — screen door сетчатаядверь/рамаснатянутойнанеесеткойдлязащитыотнасекомых, навешиваетсявпроемевходнойдвери/).’ The guy says, ‘No joke, kid, pony up the cash and it's yours (никаких шуток, приятель, расплачивайся наличными, и она твоя; to pony up — /разг./ расплачиваться, оплачивать). Hell, I'll even take a check, you got a honest face (черт, я даже возьму чек, у тебя честное лицо).’ And the kid says...”

incision [In'sIZ(q)n], submarine ["sAbmq'rJn], honest ['OnIst]

The cigarette lighter popped out. Staub pulled it free and pressed the coil to the end of his cigarette. He drew in smoke and I saw little tendrils come seeping out between the stitches holding the incision on his neck closed.

“The kid, he looks in through the driver's side window and sees there's only seventeen thou on the odometer. He says to the guy, ‘Yeah, sure, that's as funny as a screen door in a submarine.’ The guy says, ‘No joke, kid, pony up the cash and it's yours. Hell, I'll even take a check, you got a honest face.’ And the kid says...”

I looked out the window (я выглянул в окно). I had heard the story before, years ago (я все-таки слышал эту историю прежде, много лет назад), probably while I was still in junior high (наверно, когда еще ходил в младшую среднюю школу; junior high /school/ — младшая средняя школа /включает 7-9 классы средней школы/). In the version I'd been told the car was a Thunderbird instead of a Caddy (в версии, которую рассказывали мне, машина была “тандерберд”, а не “кэдди”), but otherwise everything was the same (но в остальном все было тем же самым). The kid says I may only be seventeen but I'm not an idiot (мне, может, только семнадцать, но я не идиот), no one sells a car like this (никто не продает машину, как эта), especially one with low mileage (особенно с маленьким пробегом; mileage — расстояние в милях; пробег), for only seven hundred and fifty bucks (всего за семьсот пятьдесят баксов). And the guy tells him he's doing it because the car smells (а парень говорит ему, что он делает это, потому что машина пахнет), you can't get the smell out (запах нельзя вывести; to get out — выходить; вынимать), he's tried and tried and nothing will take it out (он пытался и пытался, но ничто его не убирает; to take out — вынимать; выводить). You see he was on a business trip (дело в том, что он был в командировке: «поездке по делам»), a fairly long one, gone for at least (довольно длительной, уехал по крайней мере)...

“… a coupla weeks,” the driver was saying (на пару недель, — говорил /мой/ водитель;coupla — /разг., искаженное couple of/ пара; несколько). He was smiling the way people do when they're telling a joke that really slays them (он улыбался так, как улыбаются люди, когда рассказывают шутку, которая по-настоящему сражает их = от которой они сами покатываются со смеху; to slay — убивать; сражать). “And when he comes back (а когда он возвращается), he finds the car in the garage and his wife in the car (он находит машину в гараже, а свою жену в машине), she's been dead practically the whole time he's been gone (она была мертва практически все время, пока его не было /дома/). I don't know if it was suicide or a heart attack or what (я не знаю, было ли это самоубийство, или сердечный приступ, или что-то еще), but she's all bloated up (но она раздулась) and the car, it's full of that smell (а машина вся полна этого запаха) and all he wants to do is sell it, you know (и все, что он хочет, это продать ее).” He laughed (он засмеялся). “That's quite a story, huh (славная история, что скажешь; quite a — исключительный, необычный; заслуживающий внимания)?”

“Why wouldn't he call home (почему он не позвонил домой)?” It was my mouth, talking all by itself (это произнес мой рот, сам по себе: «это был мой рот, говорящий сам по себе»). My brain was frozen (мой мозг застыл). “He's gone for two weeks on a business trip (он уехал на две недели в командировку) and he never calls home once to see how his wife's doing (и ни разу не позвонил домой, чтобы узнать, как дела у его жены)?”

mileage ['maIlIG], garage ['gxrRZ], suicide ['sjuIsaId]

I looked out the window. I had heard the story before, years ago, probably while I was still in junior high. In the version I'd been told the car was a Thunderbird instead of a Caddy, but otherwise everything was the same. The kid says I may only be seventeen but I'm not an idiot, no one sells a car like this, especially one with low mileage, for only seven hundred and fifty bucks. And the guy tells him he's doing it because the car smells, you can't get the smell out, he's tried and tried and nothing will take it out. You see he was on a business trip, a fairly long one, gone for at least...

“... a coupla weeks,” the driver was saying. He was smiling the way people do when they're telling a joke that really slays them. “And when he comes back, he finds the car in the garage and his wife in the car, she's been dead practically the whole time he's been gone. I don't know if it was suicide or a heart attack or what, but she's all bloated up and the car, it's full of that smell and all he wants to do is sell it, you know.” He laughed. “That's quite a story, huh?”