Русское воскрешение Мэрилин Монро. На 2 языках

Reaching the pierces, trucks with no delay drew near to cargo ships with Scandinavian flags, and a sharp-clawed paw of the crane hurriedly grabbed northern fir-trees and carried them down to the deep holds. This hard men’s lumber was paid on the spot, immediately, with cash from the cheap canvas bags. Packs of the money, tied up by rope bands, were hurriedly counted by the truck’s head lights on its hot and steaming radiators. No one ever tried to cheat here, for these neat Europeans were really afraid of the wild men from the woods.

Иван Ребров работал у быстрого и наглого парня, у Степана. Тот умел вертеть эти лесные дела, – все на пути у него были прикормлены, смазаны, и лес гнали в порт каждую ночь. Но вот только своим работягам он стал задерживать с заработанным, и уже подолгу. Мужики, привыкшие к водке с малолетства, только глухо матерились и, как могли, терпели из последней мочи, деваться все равно было им некуда. Может, и задерживал им Степа заработанное, чтобы меньше те пили, да больше пилили.

Ivan Rebrov worked in the team of arrogant and impudent guy, Stepan, who was just born to do this murky timber business. Everybody, who had any power on these long roads to the port, was well bribed by him, and his trucks with lumber roared to the sea almost every night. But he was always late paying his hardworking men, and that day their pay was badly delayed, too. His men, used to vodka from almost childhood, and now weeks from their last drinks, could only stealthily curse their boss: they wouldn’t get a job anywhere else here.

Probably, their boss delayed money deliberately: less vodka, more timber to the port.

Иван Ребров и сам не мог уже без водки. В школе-интернате не только своей «котлой», а с воспитателями вместе напивались. «Воспитатели» там те еще были, – из не сумевшей никуда приткнуться до армии местной шелупони. Они же и выручали бутылкой, когда свои кончались, полученные за грибы да клюкву, сданные продавщице автолавки.

Ivan Rebrov, as young as he was, also couldn’t live and work in the frozen woods without vodka.

Even in the boarding-school he frequently got drunk not only with his gang, but also with their “educators”. Those were local village guys that couldn’t get any other job before army enlistment. Sometimes they even drank together, or loaned money for a bottle when their pupils were out of money they usually got for cranberries and mushrooms sold to a girl at mobile shop.