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| dickens | дикенс |
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But it remained for Dickensen, Little Dickensen, to be the hero of the occasion. Little Dickensen had come into the land with great dreams and a pocketful of cash; but with the cash the dreams vanished, and to earn his passage back to the States he had accepted a clerical position with the brokerage firm of Holbrook and Mason. Across the street from the office of Holbrook and Mason was the heap of cabin- logs upon which Imber sat. Dickensen looked out of the window at him before he went to lunch; and when he came back from lunch he looked out of the window, and the old Siwash was still there. |
Шундай эса-да асл қаҳрамон Митти Диккенсен бўлди. Митти Диккенсен бу юртларда эзгу умидлар-у чўнтагида бир даста доллар билан ҳозир бўлганди, аммо чўнтакдаги ақча ила умид ҳам ҳавога учди. Штатларга қайтишга маблағ йиғиш учун у «Холбрук ва Мейсон» даллоллик идорасида ҳисобчи курсисини эгаллади. Айни «Холбрук ва Мейсон» идорасининг рўпарасида Имбер жойлашиб олган ёғочлар уюми ётарди. Диккенсен уни нонуштадан аввал деразадан кўриб қолди, нонуштадан сўнг қайтиб келиб яна деразадан мўралади: кекса сиваш ҳалигача ўша ерда ўтирарди. |
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Dickensen continued to look out of the window, and he, too, forever afterward prided himself upon his swiftness of discernment. He was a romantic little chap, and he likened the immobile old heathen to the genius of the Siwash race, gazing calm-eyed upon the hosts of the invading Saxon. |
Диккенсен тез-тез деразадан назар ташлаб турди; кейинроқ у ҳам зийраклигидан фахрланиб юрди. Митти Диккенсен сал хаёлпарастроқ эди, шунгами, у қўзғалмай ўтирган кекса мажусийда сиваш халқининг тимсолини, англосакс босқинчиларига боқиб турган тушуниксиз хотиржамликни кўрди. |
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The hours swept along, but Imber did not vary his posture, did not by a hair's-breadth move a muscle; and Dickensen remembered the man who once sat upright on a sled in the main street where men passed to and fro. They thought the man was resting, but later, when they touched him, they found him stiff and cold, frozen to death in the midst of the busy street. To undouble him, that he might fit into a coffin, they had been forced to lug him to a fire and thaw him out a bit. Dickensen shivered at the recollection. |
Соатлар бир-бирини қувалашар, Имбер эса қилт этмай ўша ҳолатда ўтирарди. Диккенсен бир пайтлар шоҳкўча ўртасида чана келиб тўхтаганини, устида шундай ҳаракациз ўтирган кимсани эслади; унинг теграсида ўткинчилар уймаланишар, ҳамма уни дам оляпти, деб ўйлар, кейин эса унга қўл теккизиб кўришганда мурдага айланганлиги маълум бўлди – совуқда тарашадай қотиб қолганди. Жасадни тўғрилаш учун – йўқса тобутга сиғмасди – уни гулхан ёнига келтириб, музини туширишга мажбур бўлишганди. Диккенсеннинг бу ўйлардан эти жимирлаб кетди. |
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Later on, Dickensen went out on the sidewalk to smoke a cigar and cool off; and a little later Emily Travis happened along. Emily Travis was dainty and delicate and rare, and whether in London or Klondike she gowned herself as befitted the daughter of a millionnaire mining engineer. Little Dickensen deposited his cigar on an outside window ledge where he could find it again, and lifted his hat. |
Бир оздан сўнг Диккенсен сигара чекиб, шамоллагани кўчага чиқди. Дақиқа ўтиб Эмили Тревис пайдо бўлди. Эмили Тревис латофатли, нозикниҳол ойимтилла эди, Лондон ёинки Клондайкда бўлишидан қатъи назар миллионларга эга тоғ муҳандисининг арзандасидек кийинарди. Митти Диккенсен сигарасини дераза токчасига ташлаб, шляпасини андак кўтариб қўйди. |
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They chatted for ten minutes or so, when Emily Travis, glancing past Dickensen's shoulder, gave a startled little scream. Dickensen turned about to see, and was startled, too. Imber had crossed the street and was standing there, a gaunt and hungry-looking shadow, his gaze riveted upon the girl. "What do you want?" Little Dickensen demanded, tremulously plucky. |
Улар ўн дақиқача валақлашди. Бирдан Эмили Тревис Диккенсеннинг елкаси оша қараб қичқириб юборди. Диккенсен шошиб ўгирилдию, сапчиб тушди. Имбер кўчани кесиб ўтиб, қиздан кўзини узмай соядай уларнинг пешонасида турарди. – Нима керак? – журъатланди Митти Диккенсен овози қалтираб. |
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Imber grunted and stalked up to Emily Travis. He looked her over, keenly and carefully, every square inch of her. Especially did he appear interested in her silky brown hair, and in the color of her cheek, faintly sprayed and soft, like the downy bloom of a butterfly wing. He walked around her, surveying her with the calculating eye of a man who studies the lines upon which a horse or a boat is builded. In the course of his circuit the pink shell of her ear came between his eye and the westering sun, and he stopped to contemplate its rosy transparency. Then he returned to her face and looked long and intently into her blue eyes. He grunted and laid a hand on her arm midway between the shoulder and elbow. With his other hand he lifted her forearm and doubled it back. Disgust and wonder showed in his face, and he dropped her arm with a contemptuous grunt. Then he muttered a few guttural syllables, turned his back upon her, and addressed himself to Dickensen. |
Имбер нимадир деб минғиллаб, Эмили Тревисга яқинроқ келди. У қизни бошдан-оёқ синчиклаб кўздан кечирди. Айниқса қизнинг ипаксимон қўнғир сочлари ва ол ёноқлари чолда алоҳида қизиқиш уйғотди. У нигоҳини узмай қизни айланиб ўтди, гўё отнинг бўй-бастини ёки қайиқни ўрганаётгандай. Ногаҳон у ботаётган қуёшнинг нурлари қизнинг қизғиш қулоқларидан ўтиб шуълаланаётганини пайқадию, таққа тўхтади. Кейин яна унинг юзларини «текшириш»га тушди ва қизнинг мовий кўзларига узоқ тикилиб қолди. Тағин ниманидир тўнғиллаб, бир қўли билан нозикойимнинг билагидан ушлаб, иккинчиси билан тирсагини букиб кўрди. Ҳиндунинг юзида нафрат ва ҳайрат акс этди, пўнғиллаб Эмилининг қўлини қўйиб юборди. Сўнг бўғзидан қанақадир товушлар чиқариб, қизга орқа ўгирди ва Диккенсенга нимадир деди. |
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Dickensen could not understand his speech, and Emily Travis laughed. Imber turned from one to the other, frowning, but both shook their heads. He was about to go away, when she called out: "Oh, Jimmy! Come here!" |
Диккенсен унинг сўзларини тушунмади, Эмили эса кулгудан ўзини тиёлмади. Имбер қошларини чимириб дам Диккенсенга, дам Эмилига сўз қотар, улар фақат бош силкиб қўйишарди. Энди улардан нари кетмоқчи бўлганди, қиз кимнидир чақирди: – Ҳей, Жимми! Бу ёққа келинг! |
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"Him Whitefish man," he said to Emily Travis. "Me savve um talk no very much. Him want to look see chief white man." "The Governor," suggested Dickensen. Jimmy talked some more with the Whitefish man, and his face went grave and puzzled. "I t'ink um want Cap'n Alexander," he explained. "Him say um kill white man, white woman, white boy, plenty kill um white people. Him want to die." "Insane, I guess," said Dickensen. "What you call dat?" queried Jimmy. Dickensen thrust a finger figuratively inside his head and imparted a rotary motion thereto. "Mebbe so, mebbe so," said Jimmy, returning to Imber, who still demanded the chief man of the white men. |
– У Оқбалиқ қабиласидан, – деди у Эмили Тревисга. – Меники унинг тилини яхши билмайди. У энг катта оқ танлини кўрмоқчи. – Губернаторни, – тўғрилади Диккенсен. Жимми Оқбалиқ қабиласидан бўлган одам билан яна бир неча сўз алмашдию, юзи таажжуб ва ташвишли тус олди. – Унга капитан Александер керак, деб ўйлайман, – деди Жимми. – Айтишича, у оқ танли эркакни, аёлни, болани, кўпгина-кўпгина одамни ўлдирган. Ўзи ҳам ўлишни истайди. – Ақлдан озган, шекилли, – деди Диккенсен. – Бу нима дегани? – сўради Жимми. Диккенсен бош чаноғини тешмоқчидек бармоғини чаккасига тиради-да айлантирди. – Балки, балки, – деди Жимми ҳамон оқ танлиларнинг каттасини сўраётган Имберга ўгирилиб. |
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"What did he say?" asked Dickensen. "Him say um all the same one man, dat p'liceman," Jimmy interpreted. Little Dickensen was little, and what of Miss Travis, he felt sorry for having asked the question. The policeman was sorry for him and stepped into the breach. "I fancy there may be something in his story. I'll take him up to the captain for examination. Tell him to come along with me, Jimmy." Jimmy indulged in more throaty spasms, and Imber grunted and looked satisfied. "But ask him what he said, Jimmy, and what he meant when he took hold of my arm." So spoke Emily Travis, and Jimmy put the question and received the answer. "Him say you no afraid," said Jimmy. Emily Travis looked pleased. “Him say you no skookum, no strong, all the same very soft like little baby. Him break you, in um two hands, to little pieces. Him t'ink much funny, very strange, how you can be mother of men so big, so strong, like dat p'liceman.” |
– Нима деяпти? – сўради Диккенсен. – У айтдики – бу кишиларнинг барчаси миршабга ўхшаган дароз, бир тоифадан экан, – таржима қилди Жимми. Митти Диккенсен паст бўйли эди, шу боис Тревис хоним қошида бундай савол берганига пушаймон бўлди. Миршаб буни пайқаб, гапни бошқа ёққа бурди. – Бунда бир гап бор, шекилли. Уни капитаннинг ҳузурига олиб бораман. Унга айт, Жимми, мен билан юрсин. Жимми тағин кекса ҳиндуни сиқувга олди, Имбер бир нима деб тўнғиллади, лекин юзидан мамнуниятни уқиш мумкин эди. – Ундан сўра-чи, Жимми, қўлимни ушлаганда нималарни ўйлаган экан? – Унинг айтишича, сиз қўрқоқ эмассиз. Бундай жавобдан Эмили Тревис ҳузурланиб кетди. – Айтдики, сиз скукум эмассиз, шундай нозиксизки, худди мурғак боладек. У сизни қўллари билан минг бўлакка бўлиб ташлаши мумкин. Манов миршабдек азаматни дунёга келтира олишингизга лол қоляпти. |