| He was tormented inexorably by morbid fantasies involving them, by dire, hideous omens of illness and accident. His meditations were polluted with threats of dread diseases like Ewing's tumor and leukemia; he saw his infant son die two or three times every week because he had never taught his wife how to stop arterial bleeding; watched, in tearful, paralyzed silence, his whole family electrocuted, one after the other, at a baseboard socket because he had never told her that a human body would conduct electricity; all four went up in flames almost every night when the water heater exploded and set the two-story wooden house afire; in ghastly, heartless, revolting detail he saw his poor dear wife's trim and fragile body crushed to a viscous pulp against the brick wall of a market building by a half-wined drunken automobile driver and watched his hysterical five-year-old daughter being led away from the grisly scene by a kindly middle-aged gentleman with snow-white hair who raped and murdered her repeatedly as soon as he had driven her off to a deserted sandpit, while his two younger children starved to death slowly in the house after his wife's mother, who had been baby-sitting, dropped dead from a heart attack when news of his wife's accident was given to her over the telephone. | Его неотвязно мучили кошмарные картины: фантазия рисовала ему жену и детей, погибающих от страшной болезни или от несчастного случая. |
| The chaplain's wife was a sweet, soothing, considerate woman, and he yearned to touch the warm flesh of her slender arm again and stroke her smooth black hair, to hear her intimate, comforting voice. She was a much stronger person than he was. He wrote brief, untroubled letters to her once a week, sometimes twice. He wanted to write urgent love letters to her all day long and crowd the endless pages with desperate, uninhibited confessions of his humble worship and need and xwith careful instructions for administering artificial respiration. | От жены, милой и рассудительной, веяло покоем, и капеллан мечтал коснуться ее теплой, тонкой руки, погладить ее гладкие черные волосы, услышать ее родной, ласковый голос. |
| He wanted to pour out to her in torrents of self-pity all his unbearable loneliness and despair and warn her never to leave the boric acid or the aspirin in reach of the children or to cross a street against the traffic light. He did not wish to worry her. The chaplain's wife was intuitive, gentle, compassionate and responsive. Almost inevitably, his reveries of reunion with her ended in explicit acts of love-making. | Ему хотелось излить свои горести, поведать о своем невыносимом одиночестве, отчаянье и заодно предупредить, чтобы она не оставляла на виду у детей борную кислоту и аспирин, а также, чтобы она переходила улицу только при зеленом свете. |
| The chaplain felt most deceitful presiding at funerals, and it would not have astonished him to learn that the apparition in the tree that day was a manifestation of the Almighty's censure for the blasphemy and pride inherent in his function. | Капеллан остро ощущал всю вопиющую фальшь своего главенствующего положения на похоронах, и он бы не удивился, узнав, что появление призрака на дереве свидетельствует об осуждении господом богохульства и гордыни, свойственной профессии священника. |
| To simulate gravity, feign grief and pretend supernatural intelligence of the hereafter in so fearsome and arcane a circumstance as death seemed the most criminal of offenses. | Напускать на себя серьезность, симулировать горе, прикидываться, будто понимаешь мистический смысл потусторонней жизни (и все это перед лицом столь устрашающего и непостижимого явления, как смерть), казалось капеллану самым тяжким преступлением. |
| He recalled-or was almost convinced he recalled-the scene at the cemetery perfectly. | Он помнил - или был почти убежден, что помнит, - сцену похорон до мельчайших подробностей. |
| He could still see Major Major and Major Danby standing somber as broken stone pillars on either side of him, see almost the exact number of enlisted men and almost the exact places in which they had stood, see the four unmoving men with spades, the repulsive coffin and the large, loose, triumphant mound of reddish-brown earth, and the massive, still, depthless, muffling sky, so weirdly blank and blue that day it was almost poisonous. | Он до сих пор видел перед собой как наяву майора Майора и майора Дэнби - они стояли по бокам от него, оба мрачные, как каменные изваяния; он мог бы мысленно пересчитать всех солдат и описать место, где стоял каждый; он видел четверых неподвижных солдат с лопатами, отвратительный гроб и большую, рыхлую, торжественно возвышавшуюся кучу красновато-коричневой земли. А небо в тот день было массивным, спокойным, плоским, точно лишенным глубины, безмолвным, поразительно чистым и ядовито-голубым. |
| He would remember them forever, for they were all part and parcel of the most extraordinary event that had ever befallen him, an event perhaps marvelous, perhaps pathological-the vision of the naked man in the tree. | И все эти подробности он не забудет никогда, ибо они были неотъемлемыми деталями самого экстраординарного события в жизни капеллана. Событие это принадлежало не то к области чудес, не то к области патологии: ему привиделся голый человек на дереве. |
| How could he explain it? | Как все это объяснить? |
| It was not already seen or never seen, and certainly not almost seen; neither déjà vu, jamais vu nor presque vu was elastic enough to cover it. | Это не было "уже виденное" или "никогда не виденное", и наверняка это не было "почти виденным". |
| Was it a ghost, then? | Тогда, может быть, это был призрак? |
| The dead man's soul? | Или душа покойного? |
| An angel from heaven or a minion from hell? | Ангел небес или исчадье ада? |
| Or was the whole fantastic episode merely the figment of a diseased imagination, his own, of a deteriorating mind, a rotting brain? | А может быть, весь этот фантастический эпизод -только плод его больного воображения, продукт его собственного меркнущего сознания и умственной деградации? |
| The possibility that there really had been a naked man in the tree-two men, actually, since the first had been joined shortly by a second man clad in a brown mustache and sinister dark garments from head to toe who bent forward ritualistically along the limb of the tree to offer the first man something to drink from a brown goblet-never crossed the chaplain's mind. | Мысль о том, что на дереве действительно сидел голый человек, никогда не приходила капеллану в голову. Впрочем, если говорить точнее, капеллан видел двоих, ибо вскоре к первому присоединился второй - с каштановыми усами, в зловеще-темном одеянии; взгромоздившись на сук, он с ритуальным поклоном предложил первому отпить нечто из коричневого кубка. |
| The chaplain was sincerely a very helpful person who was never able to help anyone, not even Yossarian when he finally decided to seize the bull by the horns and visit Major Major secretly to learn if, as Yossarian had said, the men in Colonel Cathcart's group really were being forced to fly more combat missions than anyone else. |