| Nately gave up his search forlornly. | Помрачневший Нейтли прекратил поиски. |
| There was nothing left for him to do, he realized finally, but get the girl he was in love with and lie down with her somewhere to make tender, courteous love to her and plan their future together; but she had gone off to bed, too, by the time he returned to the sitting room for her, and there was nothing left for him to do then but resume his abortive discussion with the loathsome old man, who rose from his armchair with jesting civility and excused himself for the night, abandoning Nately there with two bleary-eyed girls who could not tell him into which room his own whore had gone and who padded off to bed several seconds later after trying in vain to interest him in themselves, leaving him to sleep alone in the sitting room on the small, lumpy sofa. | Вскоре он понял, что самое лучшее - вернуться к своей возлюбленной и поговорить с ней о будущем. Но когда он появился в гостиной, его девица уже ушла спать. Нейтли решил было возобновить бесплодную дискуссию с забубенным старикашкой. Однако тот встал с кресла и, извинившись с утрированной вежливостью, оставил Нейтли в гостиной, где ему предстояло ночевать в одиночестве на крохотном ухабистом диванчике - все девицы к тому времени уже разошлись кто куда. На следующее утро Нейтли проснулся чуть свет, с болью в затылке, с трудом соображая, куда он попал. |
| Nately was a sensitive, rich, good-looking boy with dark hair, trusting eyes, and a pain in his neck when he awoke on the sofa early the next morning and wondered dully where he was. | Нейтли был чувствительным парнем с приятной наружностью. У него были темные волосы, доверчивые глаза, счастливое детство и обеспеченные родители. |
| His nature was invariably gentle and polite. He had lived for almost twenty years without trauma, tension, hate, or neurosis, which was proof to Yossarian of just how crazy he really was. His childhood had been a pleasant, though disciplined, one. He got on well with his brothers and sisters, and he did not hate his mother and father, even though they had both been very good to him. | Неизменно вежливый, мягкий по натуре, он прожил свои девятнадцать с лишним лет без душевных травм, потрясений и неврозов. Для Йоссариана все это было лишним доказательством ненормальности Нейтли. |
| Nately had been brought up to detest people like Aarfy, whom his mother characterized as climbers, and people like Milo, whom his father characterized as pushers, but he had never learned how, since he had never been permitted near them. | Нейтли с детства прививалось отвращение к таким людям, как Аарфи. Его мать, происходившая из старинного семейства, называла таких "пронырами", а людей типа Милоу отец Нейтли называл "рвачами", но что это значит на деле, Нейтли так и не удалось узнать, ибо ему и близко не позволялось подходить к подобным типам. |
| As far as he could recall, his homes in Philadelphia, New York, Maine, Palm Beach, Southampton, London, Deauville, Paris and the south of France had always been crowded only with ladies and gentlemen who were not climbers or pushers. Nately's mother, a descendant of the New England Thorntons, was a Daughter of the American Revolution. His father was a Son of a Bitch. | Насколько Нейтли мог припомнить, в многочисленных домах его родителей - в Филадельфии, Нью-Йорке, Мейне, Палм-Биче, Саутгемптоне, Лондоне, Довилле, Париже и на юге Франции - его всегда окружали леди и джентльмены, которые не были ни "пронырами", ни "рвачами". |
| 'Always remember,' his mother had reminded him frequently, 'that you are a Nately. | - Помни всегда, - часто напоминала ему мать, -что ты - Нейтли. |
