Читать «Две судьбы - английский и русский параллельные тексты» онлайн - страница 243

things that I can carry with me. My money is in my dressing-case. Opening it, I discover my pretty keepsake-the green flag! Can I return to "Greenwater Broad," can I look again at the bailiff’s cottage, without the one memorial of little Mary that I possess? Besides, have I not promised Miss Dunross that Mary's gift shall always go with me wherever I go? and is the promise not doubly sacred now that she is dead? For a while I sit idly looking at the device on the flag-the white dove embroidered on the green ground, with the golden olive-branch in its beak. The innocent love-story of my early life returns to my memory, and shows me in horrible contrast the life that I am leading now. I fold up the flag and place it carefully in my traveling-bag. This done, all is done. I may rest till the morning comes. No! I lie down on my bed, and I discover that there is no rest for me that night. Now that I have no occupation to keep my energies employed, now that my first sense of triumph in the discomfiture of the friends who have plotted against me has had time to subside, my mind reverts to the conversation that I have overheard, and considers it from a new point of view. For the first time, the terrible question confronts me: The doctor's opinion on my case has been given very positively. How do I know that the doctor is not right? This famous physician has risen to the head of his profession entirely by his own abilities. He is one of the medical men who succeed by means of an ingratiating manner and the dexterous handling of good opportunities. Even his enemies admit that he stands unrivaled in the art of separating the true conditions from the false in the discovery of disease, and in tracing effects accurately to their distant and hidden cause. Is such a man as this likely to be mistaken about me? Is it not far more probable that I am mistaken in my judgment of myself? When I look back over the past years, am I quite sure that the strange events which I recall may not, in certain cases, be the visionary product of my own disordered brain-realities to me, and to no one else?
What are the dreams of Mrs. Van Brandt?	Что такое сны мистрис Ван Брандт, что такое призрачные появления ее, виденные мной?
What are the ghostly apparitions of her which I believe myself to have seen?	Галлюцинации, потихоньку увеличивавшиеся с годами?
Delusions which have been the stealthy growth of years? delusions which are leading me, by slow degrees, nearer and nearer to madness in the end?	Г аллюцинации, ведущие меня медленно и постепенно все ближе и ближе к помешательству?
Is it insane suspicion which has made me so angry with the good friends who have been trying to save my reason?	Это подозрение в помешательстве так рассердило меня на добрых друзей, старавшихся спасти мой рассудок?
Is it insane terror which sets me on escaping from the hotel like a criminal escaping from prison?	Не ужас ли помешательства заставляет меня бежать из гостиницы, как преступника, вырвавшегося из тюрьмы?