Русское воскрешение Мэрилин Монро. На 2 языках - стр. 45

That man didn’t even look at me; he just hit my arm with his fist, on the biceps. His blow was so quick and painful that I let the girl’s arm go, and both of those proceeded to drag the blond girl to the doors. Something flashed in my mind, and everything around me turned crisp and clear. I grabbed the shirt’s collar of that man from behind, jerked it back, and in the frozen silence of the hall rang the ripping sound of his shirt. The man let the girl’s hand go, though also losing his balance and falling back. I jerked his collar down, and sinewy man fell, with a swing, to the base of the coffin stand, with back of his head into the heap of the flowers.

Я даже не заметил рядом с собой этого «борова». Только уже услыхал снизу, из-под гроба, голос жилистого:

– Не трогай его.

Зал как будто вымер, слышен был только шорох цветов под гробом. Я обернулся: «боров» с поднятым кулаком для удара застыл в полуметре от меня. Здоровенный, выше и много тяжелее меня. Я бы не успел даже поднять руку, чтобы защититься от его кулака. Я отступил на шаг, но «боров» уже послушно и безразлично отвернулся, начал поднимать из охапок цветов своего хозяина.

The hall was silent, the only sounds heard were the rustling of flowers under the coffin. I didn’t even notice beside me the second man, the “Hog”, because I looked to the right at the fallen man. Then I heard the calm voice of the sinewy man, rising from under the coffin, “Don’t touch him.”

I looked at my left and saw the “Hog” with a raised fist ready for the blow. He was really huge, taller and heavier than I, and he was all ready. I wouldn’t have had even a chance to raise my arm for protection. I stepped back, but the “Hog” with indifferent air obediently turned away from me, stepped to the coffin, and helped his boss to get up.

Я поискал глазами блондинку: она стояла теперь самостоятельно, но с ней под руку была уже знакомая мне товарищ Мячева. Я услыхал:

– Мэрилин, прекрати! Веди себя! – И затем то же самое по-английски, с ужасным акцентом, – Marilyn, stop it! Behave yourself!

«Боже, что же это такое! – подумал я, – Ее и зовут так же, – Мэрилин. Тот был Сережа, а эта – Мэрилин…».

I looked around for the blond girl, and saw her standing with her arm held by comrade Myacheva, party-official already well-known to me. And I heard her saying softly: “Marilyn, stop it! Behave yourself!” She said it in Russian, and then repeated in English with a terrible accent.

“My God, what I hear, she called her Marilyn!” I thought in amazement. ”The dead twin is a double namesake, and this grieving lover here, who is strikingly Marilyn Monroe in her looks, is also Marilyn!”