| Номера находились на бульваре Шапель, налево от заставы Пуассоньер. |
| It was a building of two stories high, painted a red, of the color of wine dregs, up to the second floor, and with shutters all rotted by the rain. | Это был старый двухэтажный дом с прогнившими от дождей ставнями, до половины выкрашенный в темно-красный цвет. |
| Over a lamp with starred panes of glass, one could manage to read, between the two windows, the words, "Hotel Boncoeur, kept by Marsoullier," painted in big yellow letters, several pieces of which the moldering of the plaster had carried away. | Между двумя окнами, над фонарем с разбитыми стеклами, было написано большими желтыми буквами: "Гостиница Гостеприимство, содержатель Марсулье". |
| The lamp preventing her seeing, Gervaise raised herself on tiptoe, still holding the handkerchief to her lips. | Прижимая платок к губам, Жервеза вглядывалась вдаль, запрокидывая голову, так как ее слепил свет фонаря. |
| She looked to the right, towards the Boulevard Rochechouart, where groups of butchers, in aprons smeared with blood, were hanging about in front of the slaughter-houses; and the fresh breeze wafted occasionally a stench of slaughtered beasts. | Она смотрела направо, в сторону бульвара Рошешуар, где мясники в окровавленных фартуках толпились у боен, откуда ветер доносил временами резкий запах животных. |
| Looking to the left, she scanned a long avenue that ended nearly in front of her, where the white mass of the Lariboisiere Hospital was then in course of construction. | Она смотрела влево, окидывая взором длинную ленту улицы, упиравшейся прямо против нее в белую громаду строящейся больницы Ларибуазьер. |
| Slowly, from one end of the horizon to the other, she followed the octroi wall, behind which she sometimes heard, during night time, the shrieks of persons being murdered; and she searchingly looked into the remote angles, the dark corners, black with humidity and filth, fearing to discern there Lantier's body, stabbed to death. | Она медленно скользила взглядом по городской стене, за которой ночами раздавались крики о помощи, она вглядывалась во все закоулки, в темные углы, черные от сырости и грязи, страшась обнаружить где-нибудь труп Лантье с распоротым животом. |
| She looked at the endless gray wall that surrounded the city with its belt of desolation. When she raised her eyes higher, she became aware of a bright burst of sunlight. The dull hum of the city's awakening already filled the air. Craning her neck to look at the Poissonniere gate, she remained for a time watching the constant stream of men, horses, and carts which flooded down from the heights of Montmartre and La Chapelle, pouring between the two squat octroi lodges. |
