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And the rest? Three days after the Norseman left, Sibihd got back her wits and no one knew how, though I think I do! And as for Thorvald Einarsson, I have heard that after his wife died in Norway he went to England and ended his days there as a monk but whether this story be true or not I do not know. I know this: they may call me Happy Radulf all they like, but there is much that troubles me. Was the Abbess Radegunde a demon, as the new priest says? I cannot believe this, although he called her sayings nonsense and the other half blasphemy when I asked him. Father Cairbre, before the Norse killed him, told us stories about the Sidhe, that is, the Irish fairy people, who leave changelings in human cradles; and for a while it seemed to me that Radegunde must be a woman of the Sidhe when I remembered that she could read Latin at the age of two and was such a marvel of learning when so young, for the changelings the fairies leave are not their own children, you understand, but one of the fairy folk themselves, who are hundreds upon hundreds of years old, and the other fairy folk always come back for their own in the end. And yet this could not have been, for Father Cairbre said also that the Sidhe are wanton and cruel and without souls, and neither the Abbess Radegunde nor the people who came for her were one blessed bit like that, although she did break Thorfinn's neck---but then it may be that Thorfinn broke his own neck by chance, just as we all thought at the time, and she told this to Thorvald afterwards, as if she had done it herself, only to frighten him. She had more of a soul with a soul's griefs and joys than most of us, no matter what the new priest says. He never saw her or felt her sorrow and lonesomeness, or heard her talk of the blazing light all around us---and what can that be but God Himself? Even though she did call the crucifix a deaf thing and vain, she must have meant not Christ, you see, but only the piece of wood itself, for she was always telling the Sisters that Christ was in Heaven and not on the wall. And if she said the light was not good or evil, well, there is a traveling Irish scholar who told me of a holy Christian monk named Augustinus who tells us that all which is, is good, and evil is only a lack of the good, like an empty place not filled up. And if the Abbess truly said there was no God, I say it was the sin of despair, and even saints may sin, if only they repent, which I believe she did at the end.

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the overlarge

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bread stuffed with cucumber and steamed sausage

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бы что посоветовали?

цитата Anahitta

Ничего другого не придумалось.

цитата SupeR_StaR

а ни настоятельница Радегунда, ни те, кто за ней явился, не были благословлены подобным

цитата Anahitta

Насчет огня в атмосфере — точно.

цитата Althea

Здесь one blessed bit употреблено для усиления фразы

цитата heleknar

В русском языке слово "яйца" может обозначать как "птичьи яйца" так и "мужскую мошонку".
Может ли слово eggs, в английском, также принимать значение "мошонка"?

цитата kuzja

Мужские органы называются "balls".

цитата heleknar

Мне интересно, слово eggs используется?

цитата heleknar

Мне интересно, слово eggs используется?

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«– Видю тя! Видю тя! – взревел Кроличьи Яйца, обнаружив видимого противника… И новый выстрел из тьмы наверху…»

А-а-а, это же я из Киплинга переводил, «Сталки и компания». Тысяча девятьсот пятьдесят третий год. Камчатка. Я сижу в штабе и перевожу Киплинга, потому что за отсутствием видимого противника переводчику делать больше нечего.

«Кроличьи Яйца» – «Rabbit’s Eggs». И нечего тут скалить зубы, ребята. Если бы Киплинг имел в виду то же, что и вы, он бы написал «Rabbit’s Balls».

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То есть пословица Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs не имеет какого-либо скрытого непристойного смысла?

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The starting gun brought Kris away from that question. Nara had wangled her boat close to the lead as they hit the line. Now she put the helm closer to the wind and picked up speed.

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Nara was second rounding the first pylon, one-sixth of the race done. She chose a fast upwind tack, letting the lead boat spread its sails for a downwind tack. The other boats followed one of their leads.

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Nara's closest competitor, a white boat with blue-and-red sails, had chosen to make several short tacks so that it also was on a close-hauled course as it approached the pylon. Nara had her small boat heeled over, tight against the wind. Kris started looking for a way to hang farther out. Maybe if she found a rope and ran it around the mast. ''Don't bother,'' Nara called, as if reading Kris's mind. ''The rudder on these boats aren't big enough to get them any closer to the wind. Keels, either. One of us will just have to give way. And it's not going to be me.''

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The wind picked that moment to swing around a bit more to the east. Suddenly, both boats were too close-hauled to the wind and had to fall off, their mainsails luffing noisily as they dumped pressure. Neither Nara nor Billy could reach the pylon on this tack now.

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Even on a small boat, it wasn't easy. Kris hopped from one side of the boat to the other, dodging the main boom and carrying the jib.

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The amusing part came after he had it all down and he began to watch the market like an observer at a very complex Monopoly game. Or, more accurately, like a baseball fan during a pennant race. There were at least as many statistics as in a good baseball season, enough personalities, strategies, great plays, blunders, risk, and luck. Fallon would walk onto the floor at the beginning of the day—the huge room with its concert-hall atmosphere, the banks of price boards around the walls, the twilight, the conditioned air, the hundreds of bright-coated traders and agents—and think of half-time at homecoming. The floor at the end of the day, as he walked across the hardwood scattered with mounds of paper scraps like so much confetti, was a basketball court after the NCAA finals. Topping it all off, giving it that last significant twist that was necessary to all good jokes, was the fact that this was all supposed to mean something; it was real money they were playing with, and one tick of the board in Treasury Bills cost somebody eleven hundred dollars. This was serious stuff, kid. The lifeblood of the nation—of the free world. Fallon could hardly hold in his laughter, could not stop his fascination.

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Знакомство Фэлона с таким оплотом капитализма, как Чикагская товарная биржа, вышло пугающим и забавным. Пугающим потому, что Фэлон напортачил и доставил майский приказ на покупку только к июльским торгам, что стоило компании десять тысяч долларов. Из той катастрофы ему удалось выпутаться лишь благодаря милости Божьей и собственной выдержке. Как оказалось, он умеет скрываться под маской, которую эгоцентричный наблюдатель видит так, как ему угодно. Если начальник ждал почтительности и любознательности, Фэлон изображал почтительную любознательность, причём даже не поступаясь внутренним "я". Он вовсе не был лицемером.

Забавное же началось, когда он освоился и начал наблюдать за рынком, как сторонний зритель за усложнённой версией игры "Монополия". Или, скорее, как спортивный болельщик за решающими играми на звание чемпиона. Статистики было не меньше, чем в хороший бейсбольный сезон, хватало и ярких характеров, и стратегий и отличной игры, промахов, риска, удачи. Бывало, Фэлон с утра приходил в торговый зал — огромное, сумрачное помещение с кондиционированным воздухом, где царила атмосфера концертного зала и сотни броско одетых биржевиков с замиранием сердца следили за котировками, сменяющимися на многочисленных электронных табло — и сравнивал его с домашним полем в перерыве между таймами. А в конце дня, когда паркетный пол, точно конфетти, усеивали грудами скомканных бумажек, операционный зал напоминал баскетбольное поле после финала NCAA. Но вишенкой на торте, придающей всему тот завершающий крутой поворот, без которого хорошая шутка не шутка, было то, что здесь играли с настоящими деньгами, и одно махонькое колебание цены на казначейские облигации стоило кому-то одиннадцать тысяч долларов. Это тебе, парень, не шутки. Живительная кровь нации... да всего свободного мира! И пусть, глядя вокруг, Фэлон едва сдерживал смех, он был совершенно очарован.