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Худо тебе, рыба. - спросил он. - видит бог, мне и самому не легче.
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- Почуяла добычу, - сказал старик вслух. - Не просто кружит.
- Макрель, - громко произнес старик. - Крупная золотая макрель.
- Now the old man looked up and saw that the bird was circling again.
- quot;He's found fish," he said aloud. No flying fish broke the surface and there was no scattering of bait fish. But as the old man watched, a small tuna rose in the air, turned and dropped head first into the water. The tuna shone silver in the sun
- Старик поглядел на небо и увидел, что фрегат снова закружил над морем.
- Нашел рыбу, - сказал он вслух.
- I could just drift, he thought, and sleep and put a bight of line around my toe to wake me. But today is eighty-five days and I should fish the day well.
- This far out, he must be huge in this month, he thought. Eat them, fish. Eat them. Please eat them.
- И Как раз в этот миг он заметил, Как одно из зеленых удилищ дрогнуло и пригнулось к воде.
- quot;He'll take it," the old man said aloud. "God help him to take it."
- quot;Eat it a little more," he said. "Eat it well."
- He held the line against his back and watched its slant in the water and the skiff moving steadily to the north-west.
- Клюнула, - сказал старик. - Пусть теперь поест как следует.
- quot;It was noon when I hooked him," he said. "And I have never seen him."
- Then he said aloud, "I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this."
- Однако прошло четыре часа, рыба все так же неутомимо уходила в море, таща за собой лодку, А старик все так же сидел, упершись в банку, с натянутой за спиной лесой.
- Жаль, что со мной Нет мальчика. Он бы мне помог и увидел бы все это сам.
- That was the saddest thing I ever saw with them, the old man thought. The boy was sad too and we begged her pardon and butchered her promptly.
- Aloud he said, "I wish I had the boy."
- Quot;ни разу в море я не видал ничего печальнее, - подумал старик. - мальчику тоже стало грустно, и мы попросили у самки прощения и быстро разделали ее тушу".
- Рыба, - позвал он тихонько, - я с тобой не расстанусь, пока не умру.
- quot;God let him jump," the old man said. "I have enough line to handle him."
- The bird looked at him when he spoke. He was too tired even to examine the line and he teetered on it as his delicate feet gripped it fast.
- Чтобы хоть немножко согреться. "если она терпит, значит, и я стерплю".
- Рыба, - сказал он, - я тебя очень люблю и уважаю. Но я убью тебя прежде, чем настанет вечер.
- Худо тебе, рыба. - спросил он. - видит бог, мне и самому не легче.
- quot;What kind of a hand is that," he said. "Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good."
- Он поискал глазами птицу, потому что ему хотелось с кем-нибудь поговорить. Но птицы нигде не было.
- Старик чувствовал, Как сильно, не ослабевая, тянет большая рыба, А левую руку у него совсем свело. Она судорожно сжимала тяжелую веревку, и старик поглядел на нее с отвращением.
- Quot;следовало бы мне покормить и большую рыбу, - подумал он. - ведь она моя родня. Но я должен убить ее, А для этого мне нужны силы".
- He looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky.
- Ну вот, - сказал он. - теперь, рука, ты можешь отпустить лесу; я совладаю с ней одной правой рукой, покуда ты не перестанешь валять дурака.
- Он поглядел на небо и увидел белые кучевые облака, похожие на его любимое мороженое, А над ними, в высоком сентябрьском небе, прозрачные клочья перистых облаков.
- quot;Bad news for you, fish," he said and shifted the line over the sacks that covered his shoulders.
- He was comfortable but suffering, although he did not admit the suffering at all.
- Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.
- Двигалась по темной воде. Восточный ветер поднял небольшую волну.
- Я ведь говорил мальчику, что я не обыкновенный старик, - сказал он. - теперь пришла пора это доказать.
- quot;Unless sharks come," he said aloud. "If sharks come, God pity him and me."
- Quot;хотел бы я, чтобы она заснула, тогда и я смогу заснуть и увидеть во сне львов, - подумал он. - почему львы - это самое лучшее, что у меня осталось. "
- Да, если только не нападут Акулы, - сказал он вслух. - если нападут Акулы - помилуй господи и ее и меня.
- The sun will bake it out well now, he thought. It should not cramp on me again unless it gets too cold in the night. I wonder what this night will bring.
- An airplane passed overhead on its course to Miami and he watched its shadow scaring up the schools of flying fish.
- quot;He hasn't changed at all," he said. But watching the movement of the water against his hand he noted that it was perceptibly slower.
- Над головой у него прошел самолет, летевший в майами, и старик видел, Как тень самолета спугнула и подняла в воздух стаю летучих рыб.
- Все идет по-прежнему, - сказал он. Но, опустив руку в воду, он почувствовал, что движение лодки сильно замедлилось.
- Он обсушил руку на ветру, А затем, схватив ею бечеву, позволил рыбе подтянуть себя вплотную к дощатой обшивке, переместив таким образом упор со своего тела на лодку.
- Quot;кое-чему я научился, - подумал он. - пока что я с нею справляюсь. К тому же нельзя забывать, что
- Quot;я многого не Понимаю, - подумал он. - но Как хорошо, что нам не приходится убивать солнце, луну
- I could go without sleeping, he told himself. But it would be too dangerous.
- Верно, рыбе тоже стало больно, - сказал он вслух и потянул бечеву, проверяя, не сможет ли он повернуть рыбу в другую сторону. Натянув лесу до отказа, он снова замер в прежнем положении.
- Худо тебе, рыба? - спросил он. - Видит бог, мне и самому не легче.
He looked around for the bird now because he would have liked him for company. The bird was gone.
You did not stay long, the man thought. But it is rougher where you are going until you make the shore. How did I let the fish cut me with that one quick pull he made? I must be getting very stupid. Or perhaps I was looking at the small bird and thinking of him. Now I will pay attention to my work and then I must eat the tuna so that I will not have a failure of strength.
"I wish the boy were here and that I had some salt," he said aloud.
Shifting the weight of the line to his left shoulder and kneeling carefully he washed his hand in the ocean and held it there, submerged, for more than a minute watching the blood trail away and the steady movement of the water against his hand as the boat moved.
"He has slowed much," he said.
The old man would have liked to keep his hand in the salt water longer but he was afraid of another sudden lurch by the fish and he stood up and braced himself and held his hand up against the sun. It was only a line burn that had cut his flesh. But it was in the working part of his hand. He knew he would need his hands before this was over and he did not like to be cut before it started.
"Now," he said, when his hand had dried, "I must eat the small tuna. I can reach him with the gaff and eat him here in comfort."
He knelt down and found the tuna under the stern with the gaff and drew it toward him keeping it clear of the coiled lines. Holding the line with his left shoulder again, and bracing on his left hand and arm, he took the tuna off the gaff hook and put the gaff back in place. He put one knee on the fish and cut strips of dark red meat longitudinally from the back of the head to the tail. They were wedge-shaped strips and he cut them from next to the back bone down to the edge of the belly. When he had cut six strips he spread them out on the wood of the bow, wiped his knife on his trousers, and lifted the carcass of the bonito by the tail and dropped it overboard.
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