Эмма / Emma

It was on the wedding-day of this beloved friend that Emma first sat in mournful thought. The wedding was over, and the bride-people had gone, and Emma’s father and herself were left to dine together. Her father had gone to sleep after dinner, as usual, and she had then only to sit and think of what she had lost.

Mr. Weston – Miss Taylor’s husband – was a man of unexceptionable character, easy fortune, suitable age, and pleasant manners; but it was a black morning for Emma. She recalled Miss Taylor’s kindness – the kindness, the affection of sixteen years – how she had taught and how she had played with her from five years old – how she had devoted all her powers to attach and amuse her.

How was she to bear the change? – It was true that her friend was going only half a mile from them; but Emma was aware that great must be the difference between a Mrs. Weston, only half a mile from them, and a Miss Taylor in the house. Emma dearly loved her father, but he was no companion for her.

Mr. Woodhouse had no activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways[3 - in ways – по повадкам] than in years; and his talents could not have recommended him at any time[4 - his talents could not have recommended him at any time – он не блистал никакими талантами].

Emma’s sister Isabella[5 - Isabella – Р?забелла], being settled in London, only sixteen miles off, was much beyond her daily reach.

Highbury[6 - Highbury – Хайбери], the large and populous village, to which Hartfield[7 - Hartfield – Хартфилд (название поместья)] belonged, afforded her no equals[8 - afforded her no equals – не мог предложить ей равных]. The Woodhouses were first in consequence[9 - in consequence – по положению] there. All looked up to them. She had many acquaintance in the place, but not one among them who could be accepted in lieu of[10 - in lieu of – вместо] Miss Taylor for even half a day.