Название: Практические основы перевода - Козакова Т.А.

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Уехали братья, лежит себе Емеля на печи и в потолок плюет. Старуха и говорит: "Емеля, сходи по воду". Емеля отвечает: "А мне и здесь тепло". — "Смотри, не привезут тебе братья красную шапку." Делать нечего, слез Емеля с печи, потащился на реку, зачерпнул ведром воды, глядь, а в ведре щука бултыхается, просит: "Отпусти меня, Емеля, а я тебе всегда помогу, только скажи "По щучьему веленью, по моему хотенью" — и все тебе будет". Отпустил Емеля щуку и говорит: "По щучьему веленью, по моему хотенью, идите, ведра сами домой". Смотрит народ, дивится: ведра по улице сами идут, сами на лавку становятся. А Емеля пришел домой и залез себе на печку, лежит на печи да в потолок плюет.

Тут его старик посылает: "Емеля, поди дров принеси да печь истопи". — "А мне и так тепло." — "Смотри, Емеля, не будет тебе красной шапки." — "Ну так и быть: по щучьему веленью, по моему хотенью, топор, поди дров наколи да печь истопи." Пошел топор сам дроваколоть, пошли дрова сами в печь, вот уж и печь сама топится!

Говорят ему старик со старухой: "Съездил бы ты, Емеля, в поле, сено покосить". — "А мне и здесь хорошо." — "Смотри, не будет тебе красной шапки." — "Ну так и быть, по щучьему веленью, по моему хотенью, печь, вези меня в поле". Печь и тронулась с места. Народ дивится: печь по улице идет, Емеля на печи лежит да поплевывает. В поле приехали, Емеля косе приказал сена накосить. Коса сама косит, сено ворошит, сушит да в стог укладывает. Как сено в стог улеглось, Емеля печь домой отправил: печь по деревне идет, много народу подавила. Народ и подал жалобу самому царю на Емелю.

От царя посланный пришел, говорит: "Емеля, царь-государь тебя к себе требует, больно много народу ты помял". Делать нечего, велел Емеля печи везти себя к царю, а там царевна сидит, в окошко глядит. Глянул Емеля, а царевна-то красоты неописуемой. Вот он и говорит: "По щучьему веленью, по моему хотенью, полезай, царевна, ко мне на печь". Тут же царевна на печи сидит вместе с Емелей, да так и поехали домой. А дома-то крестьянская изба, царевна и надулась: не хочу, мол, в таком месте жить! Опять Емеля щучье слово сказал, велел хрустальному дворцу построиться, да серебряному мосту с золочеными перильцами через реку встать. Так и стало. Позвали царя в гости, царь приехал, дивится. Тут и свадьбу сыграли. Меня звали, да я на своей свадьбе пировал, недосуг было.

7. THE HEDLEY KOW

The people of the neighbourhood of Hedley, on the skirts of Blackburn Fell, west of Ravensworth, on the road to Tanfield, were frequently annoyed by the pranks of a boggle named Hedley Kow. He belonged to a family of goblins more mischievous than cruel. He did nobody any serious harm, but took delight in frightening them. To whomsoever he appeared he usually ended his cantrips with a hoarse laugh after he had played them some sorry trick.

The illy-willy Kow was a perfect plague to the servant girls at farm houses all round the fell. Sometimes he would call them out of their warm beds by imitating the voice of their lovers at the window. At other times he would open the milk-house door, and invite the cat to lap the cream, let down stitches in the stockings they had been knitting, or put their spinning wheel out of order. But his favourite trick was to take a shape of a favourite cow and to lead a milk-maid a long chase round the field before he would allow himself to be caught. After kicking and rowing during the whole milking time, he would at last upset the pail, and, slipping clear of the tie, give a loud bellow and bolt of tail on end, thus letting the girl know she had been the sport of the Kow. This trick of his was so common that he seems to have got his name from it, though to tell him from a real cow, folk called him Kow or Koo. Here is a story about this Hedley Kow.

There was once an old woman, Goody Blake, who lived in a little bit of a cottage and earned a scant living by running errands for her neighbours; she got a bite here, a sup there, making shift to get on somehow. She always looked as spry and cheery as if she had not a want in the world.

One summer evening, as she was trotting, full of smiles as ever, along the high road to her hovel, what she should see but a big pot lying in the ditch.

'Goodness me!' cried Goody, 'that would be just the very thing for me if I only had something to put in it. But it would be fine to put a flower in for my window; so I'll just take it home with me.'

And with that she lifted the lid and looked inside. 'Mercy me!' she cried in amazement. 'If it isn't full of gold pieces! Here's luck!' And so it was, brimful of great gold coins. She felt awful rich and wondered how she was to get her treasure home. At last she could see no better way than to tie the end of her shawl to it and drag it behind her like a go-cart.

Then she was a bit tired of dragging such a heavy weight and, stopping to rest a while, turned to look at her treasure. And lo! It wasn't a pot of gold at all! It was nothing but a lump of silver. She stared at it and rubbed her eyes. 'Well I never!' she said at last. 'And me thinking it was a pot of gold! But this is luck. Silver is far less trouble, easier to mind and not so easy stolen.' So she went off again planning what she would do, and feeling as rich as rich.

When she stopped to rest again and gave a look round to see if her treasure was safe, she saw nothing but a great lump of iron. 'Well I never!' said Goody. 'I must have been dreaming of silver. But this is luck. It's real convenient. I can get penny pieces for old iron, and penny pieces are a deal handier for me than your gold and silver!' So on she trotted full of plans as to how she would spend her penny pieces.

Once more she stopped to rest and, looking around, saw nothing but a big stone. 'Well I never!' she cried full of smiles. 'And to think I mistook it for iron. But here's luck indeed, me wanting a stone terrible bad to stick open the gate.' All in a hurry to see how the stone would keep the gate open, she trotted off down the road till she came to her own cottage.

She bent over the stone to unfasten the shawl end, when... 'Oh my!' All of a sudden it gave a jump, a squeal, and in one moment was as big as a haystack. Then it let down four great lanky legs and threw out two long ears, flourished a great long tail and romped off, kicking and squealing and whinnying and laughing like a naughty boy!