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"All afternoon I have thought of it and since we have heard what we have heard, I think now, yes. Truly."- Я весь вечер думал об этом, и мне кажется, что так. Вспомни все, что мы слышали.
"It would not be better to leave, speaking of another bridge, and obtain men from other bands?"- Может быть, уйти, сказать, что мы раздумали взрывать этот мост, и набрать людей в других отрядах?
"No," Anselmo said.- Нет, - сказал Ансельмо.
"This is his country.- Он тут хозяин.
You could not move that he would not know it.Ты шагу не ступишь, чтобы он не знал.
But one must move with much precautions."Но только ступать надо осторожно.
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They came down to the mouth of the cave, where a light shone out from the edge of a blanket that hung over the opening.Они подошли ко входу в пещеру, навешенному попоной, из-под края которой пробивалась полоска света.
The two packs were at the foot of the tree covered with a canvas and Robert Jordan knelt down and felt the canvas wet and stiff over them.Оба рюкзака стояли у дерева, прикрытые брезентом, и Роберт Джордан опустился на колени и пощупал сырой топорщившийся брезент.
In the dark he felt under the canvas in the outside pocket of one of the packs and took out a leather-covered flask and slipped it in his pocket.Он сунул под него руку в темноте, нашарил на одном рюкзаке наружный карман, вынул оттуда кожаную флягу и положил ее в карман брюк.
Unlocking the long barred padlocks that passed through the grommet that closed the opening of the mouth of the packs, and untying the drawstring at the top of each pack, he felt inside them and verified their contents with his hands.Отперев замки, продетые в кольца, и развязав тесемки, стягивавшие края рюкзаков, он на ощупь проверил их содержимое.
Deep in one pack he felt the bundled blocks in the sacks, the sacks wrapped in the sleeping robe, and tying the strings of that and pushing the lock shut again, he put his hands into the other and felt the sharp wood outline of the box of the old exploder, the cigar box with the caps, each little cylinder wrapped round and round with its two wires (the lot of them packed as carefully as he had packed his collection of wild bird eggs when he was a boy), the stock of the submachine gun, disconnected from the barrel and wrapped in his leather jacket, the two pans and five clips in one of the inner pockets of the big pack-sack arid the small coils of copper wire and the big coil of light insulated Wire in the other.