Копи царя Соломона / King Solomon's Mines - стр. 78
“Phew,” said I, grabbing at the halo of flies which buzzed cheerfully round my head. The heat did not affect them.
– Убирайтесь вон! – воскликнул я в изнеможении, разгоняя тучу мух, неутомимо и звонко жужжавших над моей головой.
Счастливые! Они не чувствовали жары.
“My word!” said Sir Henry.
– Честное слово… – промолвил сэр Генри.
“It is hot!” echoed Good.
– Да, жарковато! – перебил его сэр Гуд.
It was hot, indeed, and there was not a bit of shelter to be found. Look where we would there was no rock or tree, nothing but an unending glare, rendered dazzling by the heated air that danced over the surface of the desert as it dances over a red-hot stove.
surface ['sɜ:fɪs]
Жара действительно была невыносимая, и негде было укрыться от этого адского пекла. Вокруг, куда ни кинь взгляд, раскинулась голая, раскаленная пустыня. Не было ни бугорка, ни камня, ни единого деревца, ничего, что могло бы дать хоть чуточку тени. Нас ослеплял нестерпимо яркий блеск солнца, а жгучие, дрожащие струи воздуха, поднимающиеся над пустыней, как над раскаленной докрасна плитой, обжигали глаза.
“What is to be done?” asked Sir Henry; “we can't stand this for long.”
– Что же делать? – спросил сэр Генри. – Долго выдержать этот ад невозможно.
We looked at each other blankly.
В полном недоумении мы смотрели друг на друга.
“I have it,” said Good, “we must dig a hole, get in it, and cover ourselves with the karoo bushes.”
– Вот что! – сказал Гуд. – Нам нужно вырыть яму, забраться в нее, а сверху накрыться кустами.
It did not seem a very promising suggestion, but at least it was better than nothing, so we set to work, and, with the trowel we had brought with us and the help of our hands, in about an hour we succeeded in delving out a patch of ground some ten feet long by twelve wide to the depth of two feet. Then we cut a quantity of low scrub with our hunting-knives, and creeping into the hole, pulled it over us all, with the exception of Ventvögel, on whom, being a Hottentot, the heat had no particular effect. This gave us some slight shelter from the burning rays of the sun, but the atmosphere in that amateur grave can be better imagined than described. The Black Hole of Calcutta[52] must have been a fool to it; indeed, to this moment I do not know how we lived through the day. There we lay panting, and every now and again moistening our lips from our scanty supply of water. Had we followed our inclinations we should have finished all we possessed in the first two hours, but we were forced to exercise the most rigid care, for if our water failed us we knew that very soon we must perish miserably.