| The skin on the doorman's face acquired a typhoid tinge, his eyes went dead. It seemed to him that the black hair, now combed and parted, was covered with flaming silk. The shirt-front and tailcoat disappeared and a pistol butt emerged, tucked into a leather belt. The doorman pictured himself hanging from the fore-topsail yard. His eyes saw his own tongue sticking out and his lifeless head lolling on his shoulder, and even heard the splash of waves against the hull. The doorman's knees gave way. But here the freebooter took pity on him and extinguished his sharp gaze. |
| - Смотри, Николай! Это в последний раз. Нам таких швейцаров в ресторане и даром не надо. Ты в церковь сторожем поступи. -Проговорив это, командир скомандовал точно, ясно, быстро: - Пантелея из буфетной. Милиционера. Протокол. Машину. В психиатрическую. - И добавил:- Свисти! | 'Watch out, Nikolai, this is the last time! We have no need of such doormen in the restaurant. Go find yourself a job as a beadle.' Having said this, the commander commanded precisely, clearly, rapidly: 'Get Pantelei from the snack bar. Police. Protocol. A car. To the psychiatric clinic.' And added: 'Blow your whistle!' |
| Через четверть часа чрезвычайно пораженная публика не только в ресторане, но и на самом бульваре и в окнах домов, выходящих в сад ресторана, видела, как из ворот Грибоедова Пантелей, швейцар, милиционер, официант и поэт Рюхин выносили спеленатого, как куклу, молодого человека, который, заливаясь слезами, плевался, норовя попасть именно в Рюхина, и кричал на весь бульвар: | In a quarter of an hour an extremely astounded public, not only in the restaurant but on the boulevard itself and in the windows of houses looking on to the restaurant garden, saw Pantelei, the doorman, a policeman, a waiter and the poet Riukhin carry through the gates of Griboedov's a young man swaddled like a doll, dissolved in tears, who spat, aiming precisely at Riukhin, and shouted for all the boulevard to hear: |
| - Сволочь! Сволочь! | 'YOU bastard! ... You bastard!...' |
| Шофер грузовой машины со злым лицом заводил мотор. Рядом лихач горячил лошадь, бил ее по крупу сиреневыми вожжами, кричал: | A truck-driver with a spiteful face was starting his motor. Next to him a coachman, rousing his horse, slapping it on the croup with violet reins, shouted: |
