Английские волшебные сказки / English Fairy Tales

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Well, the ogre had his breakfast (ну, людоед съел свой завтрак), and after that he goes to a big chest (и после этого он идет к большому сундуку) and takes out a couple of bags of gold (и достает: «берет наружу» пару мешков золота), and down he sits and counts (садится и считает) till at last his head began to nod (пока, наконец, он не начал клевать носом: «его голова не начала кивать») and he began to snore (и он начал храпеть) till the whole house shook again (до того, что целый дом потрясся снова).

    doze [d??z], couple [‘k?p(?)l]

So off the ogre went, and Jack was just going to jump out of the oven and run away when the woman told him not.

Well, the ogre had his breakfast, and after that he goes to a big chest and takes out a couple of bags of gold, and down he sits and counts till at last his head began to nod and he began to snore till the whole house shook again.

Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven (тогда Джек осторожно вышел наружу на цыпочках из своей печи; to creep – ползти; красться), and as he was passing the ogre (и когда он проходил мимо людоеда) he took one of the bags of gold under his arm (он взял один из мешков золота под свою руку = под мышку), and off he pelters (и прочь он бросается) till he came to the beanstalk (пока не добежал до бобового стебля), and then he threw down the bag of gold (и тогда он бросил вниз мешок золота), which, of course, fell into his mother’s garden (который, конечно, упал в сад его матери), and then he climbed down and climbed down (и тогда он полез вниз, и лез вниз) till at last he got home (пока, наконец, не добрался домой) and told his mother (и не рассказал своей матери) and showed her the gold and said (и не показал ей золото, и не сказал): ‘Well, mother (ну, мать), wasn’t I right about the beans (не был ли я прав насчет бобов)? They are really magical, you see (они действительно волшебные, ты видишь).

    tiptoe [‘t?pt??]

Then Jack crept out on tiptoe from his oven, and as he was passing the ogre he took one of the bags of gold under his arm, and off he pelters till he came to the beanstalk, and then he threw down the bag of gold, which, of course, fell into his mother’s garden, and then he climbed down and climbed down till at last he got home and told his mother and showed her the gold and said: ‘Well, mother, wasn’t I right about the beans? They are really magical, you see.