Русское воскрешение Мэрилин Монро. На 2 языках - стр. 61

In the early December twilight academician’s chauffeur-driven black Volga passed a check point barrier, then slowly and respectfully moved through snow-covered birch alley and stopped at the entrance of this foremost hospital in the country. Having put on a hospital gown, academician silently followed the assistant to the Secretary General and his on-duty doctor, passing desolate hushed corridors. On their way Security officers and the nurses stood up respectfully at their desks. Three of them stopped at one of the wards, the academician was asked to wait and his escort entered the door. In a motionless silence the academician has distinctly heard the loud beating of his heart. In five minutes he was asked to enter the ward, too.

Он не сразу рассмотрел генсека. В палате было сумеречно, несколько неярких ламп освещали только аппаратуру у стены, столы с медикаментами и стеклянными приборами. Он рассмотрел сначала широкую, специальную кровать, больного в ней, и блестящие гибкие трубки, уходившие под простыни из большого аппарата, стоявшего на полу в углу палаты. Затем, увидал синюшное, одутловатое лицо, глубоко утопленное в подушке. Он не сразу и узнал генсека, которого больше помнил по портретам в газетах. Но в эту вторую их встречу генсек сразу улыбнулся ему, приподнял с кровати руку и сделал ею дружеский, приглашающий присесть жест. Академик присел на стул рядом с кроватью, теряясь, как ему почтительней вести себя с больным. Но генсек неожиданно громко для больничной палаты заговорил первым.

The academician didn’t immediately make out Secretary General in a dim ward. It was really dark there with just a few gloomy lamps illuminating sophisticated equipment by the walls, and the cabinets full of drugs. At first, with his eyes adapting to darkness, he made out the wide, specialized bed, then a frigid figure of the patient under the covers and the glittering flexible tubing diving under his blankets from the huge apparatus by adjacent wall. Only then the academician noticed cyanotic and bloated face, deep in the pillows. He didn’t immediately recognize Secretary General, because he remembered his face mainly as he saw it in the newspapers, but they of course published retouched photos shot several years ago. Unexpectedly this time, at his second encounter with Secretary General, the latter was the first one to smile. He raised just a little his hand and made a friendly sign to sit down. The academician had sat shyly on a chair by his bedside, being lost as to how respectfully behave with this patient, and what the words were appropriate in the circumstances. But the Secretary General was the first to address him, unexpectedly loudly for the hospital ward.