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Stephen King
“I know how it is (я знаю, каково это),” he said. “Stress gets you dry in the mouth (от напряжения становится сухо во рту: «напряжение делает тебя сухим во рту»). Here (вот /возьми/).
wilderness ['wIldqnIs], soak [squk], presumably [prI'zjHmqblI]
The woods bolting by. The moon looking down like a bright and deadly eye.
“Better hurry up, man,” George Staub said. “We're running out of wilderness.”
I opened my mouth and tried to speak. Nothing came out but an arid sigh.
“Here, got just the thing,” he said, and reached behind him. His shirt pulled up again and I got another look (I could have done without it) at the stitched black line on his belly. Were there still guts behind that line or just packing soaked in chemicals? When he brought his hand back, he had a can of beer in it — one of those he'd bought at the state line store on his last ride, presumably.
“I know how it is,” he said. “Stress gets you dry in the mouth. Here.”
He handed me the can (он протянул мне банку). I took it (я взял ее), pulled the ringtab (потянул за кольцо;
Ahead of us in the blowing dark, a yellow light glimmered (впереди нас в ветреной темноте замерцал желтый свет;
“Hurry up, Al — got to speed it up (поторопись, Эл, ты должен /решать/ быстрее;
barely [bFqlI], commercial [kq'mWS(q)l], blow [blqu]
He handed me the can. I took it, pulled the ringtab, and drank deeply. The taste of the beer going down was cold and bitter. I've never had a beer since. I just can't drink it. I can barely stand to watch the commercials on TV.