Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

Шарлотта Бронте

Д. Л. Абрагин

Карманное чтение на английском языке

В книгу вошел адаптированный текст романа «Джейн Эйр» английской писательницы Шарлотты Бронте. Произведение принесло автору мгновенную славу и признание. В книге рассказана пронзительная история благородной девушки, оставшейся верной своей любви и пылким чувствам. Это книга о верности идеалам, об обманутых надеждах и неожиданных ударах судьбы.

Текст произведения адаптирован и сопровождается словарем.

Шарлотта Бронте / Charlotte Brontё

Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

© Прокофьева О.Н., адаптация текста

© Абрагин Д.Л., составление комментария и словаря

© ООО «Издательство АСТ», 2019

Chapter 1

It was impossible to take a walk that day. Since dinner the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was out of the question. Instead, we had to amuse ourselves indoors[1 - we had to amuse ourselves indoors.

– нам пришлось находить себе занятие дома.]. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons. My cousins, Eliza, John and Georgiana Reed were sitting round their mama in the drawing-room by the fire-side, but I was not allowed to join the group.

“You, Jane, are excluded from our company until I hear from Bessie that you can behave like a proper, sweet little girl,” announced Mrs.

Reed.

“What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked.

“Jane, I don’t like questioners; don’t answer me back[2 - don’t answer me back – не пререкайтесь]. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.”

I went into another room, with a bookcase in it. I took one of the books, Bewick’s History of British Birds, and climbed into the window seat. I drew the curtain, gathered up my feet, and sat cross-legged, like a Turk. Then I immersed myself into another world.

I was now discovering the shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with ‘the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and that reservoir of frost and snow. Of these death white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children’s brains, but strangely impressive.

The book contained pictures, and each picture told a story.