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mysterious [mɪ`stɪərɪəs] affair [ə`feə] gale [geɪl] enough [ɪ`nʌf] regard [rɪ`gɑ:d] guest [gest]

IT was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid us at last of the captain, though not, as you will see, of his affairs.

It was a bitter cold winter, with long, hard frosts and heavy gales; and it was plain from the first that my poor father was little likely to see the spring. He sank daily, and my mother and I had all the inn upon our hands; and were kept busy enough, without paying much regard to our unpleasant guest.

It was one January morning (было одно январское утро), very early (очень рано) — a pinching, frosty morning (тягостное морозное утро; pinching — жмущий, мучительный, щемящий) — the cove all grey with hoar-frost (бухта /была/ вся серая = седая от инея), the ripple lapping softly on the stones (небольшая волна накатывала мягко на камни /берега/; to lap — охватывать, плескаться /о берег/), the sun still low (солнце все еще /было/ низко) and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward (и лишь касалось /лучами/ вершины холмов и светило далеко в сторону моря). The captain had risen earlier than usual (капитан встал раньше, чем обычно; to rise — вставать, подниматься), and set out down the beach (и отправился к морскому берегу; to set out — двигаться, тронуться), his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat (его кортик качался под широкими полами старого синего кафтана; cutlass — короткий, тяжелый, изогнутый меч), his brass telescope under his arm (медная подзорная труба /была/ под мышкой), his hat tilted back upon his head (шляпа съехала назад на его голове; to tilt — наклониться, откинуться). I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off (помню, /как/ его дыхание = выдыхаемый воздух клубился, словно дым, когда он шел; to hang — висеть в воздухе; wake — попутный поток, волны от плавающего предмета или человека; to stride — шагать большими шагами), and the last sound I heard of him (и последним звуком, /который/ я услышал от него), as he turned the big rock (когда он обогнул большую скалу), was a loud snort of indignation (было громкое фырканье негодования), as though his mind was still running upon Dr Livesey (словно его разум = память все еще /была/ занята доктором Ливси; to run upon — вертеться вокруг, возвращаться к чему-то /в мыслях/).

stones [stəunz] touching [`tʌʧɪŋ] cutlass [`kʌtləs] seaward [`si:wəd] breath [breθ]

It was one January morning, very early — a pinching, frosty morning — the cove all grey with hoar-frost, the ripple lapping softly on the stones, the sun still low and only touching the hilltops and shining far to seaward. The captain had risen earlier than usual, and set out down the beach, his cutlass swinging under the broad skirts of the old blue coat, his brass telescope under his arm, his hat tilted back upon his head. I remember his breath hanging like smoke in his wake as he strode off, and the last sound I heard of him, as he turned the big rock, was a loud snort of indignation, as though his mind was still running upon Dr Livesey.