Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated

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«Гомельский государственный университет

имени Франциска Скорины»

246019, г. Гомель, ул. Советская, 104

Параллельный текст подготовил Марат Курмаев market@kibermir.ru

The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Everything about him was old except his eyes (все в нем было старым, за исключением глаз) and they were the same color as the sea (а они были того же цвета, что и море) and were cheerful and undefeated (и были веселые и непобежденные).

"Santiago," the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up (сказал ему мальчик, когда они поднимались по береговой насыпи оттуда, где была на причале лодка; to haul up — поднимать). "I could go with you again (я мог бы снова пойти /в море/ с тобой). We've made some money (мы заработали немного денег).”

The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him (старик научил мальчика рыбачить, и мальчик любил его).

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

"Santiago," the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. "I could go with you again. We've made some money”.