Ray Bradbury A Sound of Thunder (23/25)

Eckels stood smelling of the air (стоял, нюхая воздух), and there was a thing to the air (и в воздухе что-то было), a chemical taint so subtle, so slight (химическая примесь такая незначительная, такая небольшая: taint – пятно, оттенок), that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there (что только слабый возглас его подсознательных чувств предостерегал его, что она там была). The colors, white, gray, blue, orange (цвета, белый, серый, синий, оранжевый), in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were (на стене, на мебели, на небе за окном были) ... were ... And there was a feel (и было /какое-то/ чувство). His flesh twitched (его тело дрожало). His hands twitched. He stood drinking the oddness with the pores of his body (он стоял, впивая странность порами своего тела). Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that only a dog can hear (где-то кто-то как будто свистнул в один из тех свистков, которые только собака может услышать). His body screamed silence in return (его тело закричало молча в ответ). Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man (за этой комнатой, за этой стеной, за этим человеком) who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk (который был не совсем тем же человеком, сидящим за письменным столом, который был не совсем тем же столом) ... lay an entire world of streets and people (лежал целый мир улиц и людей). What sort of world it was now, there was no telling (что за мир это был сейчас, никто не мог сказать). He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls (он мог чувствовать, как они двигаются там, за стенами), almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind (почти как шахматные фигурки, уносимые сухим ветром: so many – столько, chess – шахматы, piece – кусок, штука, шахматная фигура) ...

Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taintso subtle, so slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him itwas there. The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were ... were ... And there was a feel. His flesh twitched.

His hands twitched. He stood drinking the oddness with the pores of his body.

Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that only a dog can hear. His body screamed silence in return. Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk ... lay an entire world of streets and people.

What sort of world it was now, there was no telling. He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ...