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ru_translateИногда я просто ненавижу зарубежных авторов, которые совершенно, совершенно не думают о переводчиках!
Scars. Which, coincidentally, rhymed with "stars".
Несет определенную смысловую нагрузку. Не то чтобы совсем принципиальную, но тем не менее.
И шоробыть?
Scars. Which, coincidentally, rhymed with "stars".
Несет определенную смысловую нагрузку. Не то чтобы совсем принципиальную, но тем не менее.
И шоробыть?
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Date: 2015-12-13 05:00 pm (UTC)Мне тут потрясающий ресурс подсунули. Там, к примеру, есть отличная рифма "шрам-коридорам":)) Не надо?
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Date: 2015-12-13 05:08 pm (UTC)Перевести прямо и сделать сноску. Читатели не идиоты, разберутся.
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Date: 2015-12-14 02:56 am (UTC)Кроме моей привычной мрачной ремарки был и ответ по теме.
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Date: 2015-12-14 12:39 am (UTC))))
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Date: 2015-12-14 02:01 am (UTC)Here you go. Knock yourself out... :)
Date: 2015-12-14 06:47 am (UTC)...
They were walking along, side by side, across parklands that seemed never to end. Green as far as the eye could see. Once, when she was a little girl, she’d thought Heaven might look like this, but now she hoped it didn’t. It was rather dull, all told. A bit safe.
And the fact that it seemed endless suddenly made her nervous. A bit like a marriage. The endless part. The “until death parts us” part.
She was somehow suddenly less certain about the safe part with regards to marriage.
“Not in so many words, no.”
“They are. And when you smile . . . they’re like stars.”
Stars.
Seeing stars.
He would have to say stars.
Would Lord Stanhope make her see stars? Could he? She glanced down at his hands surreptitiously. Beautifully groomed hands. Had he ever hammered a nail with them? Defended anyone with a weapon? Had they ever trembled when he touched a woman? Did he listen to a woman’s breathing in order to ascertain the kind of pleasure he could give her, and . . .
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She was tempted to ask Lord Stanhope if he had any scars that told the story of his life.
Scars. Which, coincidentally, rhymed with “stars.”
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Date: 2015-12-14 02:10 pm (UTC)Спасибо Пингвину:)