(а вот и прожектор экспресса Симплон- Ориент, рассекающий темноту)
and he was leaving Thrace then after the retreat (а он /сам/ уезжал тогда из Фракии после отступления)
. That was one of the things he had saved to write (это было одно из тех воспоминаний: «одна из тех вещей», которые он откладывал впрок: «припасал», чтобы написать /о них позже/)
, with, in the morning at breakfast, looking out the window and seeing snow on the mountains in Bulgaria (вместе с тем, как утром, за завтраком, /они/ смотрели из окна и видели снег на горах в Болгарии)
and Nansen's[3] Secretary asking the old man (и секретарша Нансена =
Нансеновской миссии спросила старика;
old man — старик; начальник, шеф; "старик" /о капитане корабля, командире, главе семьи и т. д./)
if it were snow (неужели это снег)
and the old man looking at it and saying (и старик посмотрел на него =
туда и сказал)
, No, that's not snow (нет, это не снег)
. It's too early for snow (для снега слишком рано)
. And the Secretary repeating to the other girls (и секретарша повторила, /обращаясь к/ другим девушкам)
, No, you see (оказывается: «понимаете», нет)
. It's not snow and them all saying (это не снег, и они все сказали = повторили)
, It's not snow we were mistaken (это не снег, мы ошиблись)
. But it was the snow all right (но это был снег, самый настоящий /снег/)
and he sent them on into it (и он =
шеф отправил их =
людей туда, в горы: «в него = снег»;
to send on)
when he evolved exchange of populations (когда стал развертывать обмен населения)
. And it was snow they tramped along in (и они пробирались по снегу: «это было /именно/ снегом, по чему они с трудом пробирались»;
to tramp /along/ — идти тяжелой поступью; совершать долгое и утомительное путешествие пешком)
until they died that winter (пока они не погибли /все до одного/ в ту зиму)
.secretary ['sekrqt(q)rI], mistaken [mI'steIk(q)n], evolve [I'vOlv]
Now in his mind he saw a railway station at Karagatch and he was standing with his pack and that was the headlight of the Simplon-Orient cutting the dark now and he was leaving Thrace then after the retreat. That was one of the things he had saved to write, with, in the morning at breakfast, looking out the window and seeing snow on the mountains in Bulgaria and Nansen's Secretary asking the old man if it were snow and the old man looking at it and saying, No, that's not snow. It's too early for snow. And the Secretary repeating to the other girls, No, you see. It's not snow and them all saying, It's not snow we were mistaken. But it was the snow all right and he sent them on into it when he evolved exchange of populations. And it was snow they tramped along in until they died that winter.