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He was under the sentimental illusion (он питал сентиментальную иллюзию: «был под сентиментальной иллюзией») that Lime's life (что жизнь Лайма)—twenty years of it anyway (двадцать лет из нее во всяком случае)—belonged to him (принадлежала ему). As soon as the affair was over (как только дело было закончено; to be over — заканчивать/ся/)—I am not a religious man (я не религиозный человек) and always feel a little impatient with the fuss that surrounds death (и всегда чувствую /себя/ немного нетерпеливым к суматохе, которая окружает смерть = недолюбливаю суматоху…)—Martins strode away (Мартинс зашагал большими шагами прочь; to stride — шагать /большими шагами/) on his long gangly legs (на своих длинных неуклюжих ногах) that always seemed likely to get entangled together (которые всегда стремились запутаться: «казались вероятными сделаться запутавшимися вместе»), back to his taxi (назад к своему такси): he made no attempt to speak to anyone (он не сделал никакой попытки поговорить с кем-либо), and the tears now were really running (и слезы теперь действительно бежали), at any rate (во всяком случае: «по всякой мере»; rate — норма; ставка, тариф; пропорция, отношение; коэффициент; степень) the few meagre drops (несколько скудных капель) that any of us can squeeze out at our age (которые любой из нас может выжать наружу в нашем возрасте).

 

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It was just chance that they found the funeral in time—one patch in the enormous park where the snow had been shovelled aside and a tiny group were gathered, apparently bent on some very private business. A priest had finished speaking, his words coming secretively through the thin patient snow, and a coffin was on the point of being lowered into the ground. Two men in lounge suits stood at the graveside; one carried a wreath that he obviously had forgotten to drop on to the coffin, for his companion nudged his elbow so that he came to with a start and dropped the flowers. A girl stood a little way away with her hands over her face, and I stood twenty yards away by another grave watching with relief the last of Lime and noticing carefully who was there—just a man in a mackintosh I was to Martins. He came up to me and said, "Could you tell me who they are burying?"

"A fellow called Lime," I said, and was astonished to see the tears start to this stranger's eyes: he didn't look like a man who wept, nor was Lime the kind of man whom I thought likely to have mourners—genuine mourners with genuine tears. There was the girl of course, but one excepts women from all such generalisations.

Martins stood there, till the end, close beside me. He said to me later that as an old friend he didn't want to intrude on these newer ones—Lime's death belonged to them, let them have it. He was under the sentimental illusion that Lime's life—twenty years of it anyway—belonged to him. As soon as the affair was over—I am not a religious man and always feel a little impatient with the fuss that surrounds death—Martins strode away on his long gangly legs that always seemed likely to get entangled together, back to his taxi: he made no attempt to speak to anyone, and the tears now were really running, at any rate the few meagre drops that any of us can squeeze out at our age.

 

 

 

One's file (дело человека), you know (вы знаете = знаете ли), is never quite complete (никогда не является совсем завершенным): a case is never really closed (дело не бывает никогда в действительности закрыто), even after a century when all the participants are dead (даже через век после того как все участники мертвы).

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