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Lucy totiž mala roboty nad hlavu.

For Lucy had her work cut out for her.

Dvere vysadia z pántov;

The doors would be taken off their hinges;

prídu ľudia od Rumpelmayera.

Rumpelmayer’s men were coming.

A potom,

And then,

pomyslela si Clarissa Dallowayová,

thought Clarissa Dalloway,

aké ráno –

what a morning —

svieže, akoby ho rozdávali deťom na pláži.

fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

Aká radosť!

What a lark!

Aký skok do hlbín!

What a plunge!

Lebo tak sa jej to vždy zdalo,

For so it had always seemed to her,

keď,

when,

za tichého zavŕzgania pántov,

with a little squeak of the hinges,

ktoré počula aj teraz,

which she could hear now,

v Bourtone rozrazila sklené dvere do záhrady a vrhla sa von na čerstvý vzduch.

she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air.

Aký svieži,

How fresh,

aký pokojný,

how calm,

pravdaže, tichší ako dnes,

stiller than this of course,

bol vzduch skoro ráno;

the air was in the early morning;

ako plesk vlny;

like the flap of a wave;

bozk vlny;

the kiss of a wave;

chladný a ostrý, a predsa (pre osemnásťročné dievča, akým vtedy bola)

chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was)

slávnostný,

solemn,

lebo cítila,

feeling as she did,

ako tam stála pri otvorenom okne,

standing there at the open window,

že sa chystá stať niečo strašné;

that something awful was about to happen;

hľadela na kvety,

looking at the flowers,

na stromy, z ktorých sa vinul dym, a na havrany, ktoré vzlietali

at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks rising,

a padali;

falling;

stála a hľadela, kým Peter Walsh nepovedal:

standing and looking until Peter Walsh said,

„Dumáš medzi zeleninou?“ –

“Musing among the vegetables?” —

bolo to tak? –

was that it?—“

„Mám radšej ľudí ako karfiol“ –

I prefer men to cauliflowers” —

bolo to tak?

was that it?

Musel to povedať jedného rána pri raňajkách, keď vyšla na terasu –

He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace —

Peter Walsh.

Peter Walsh.

Jedného z týchto dní sa vráti z Indie,

He would be back from India one of these days,

v júni alebo v júli,

June or July,

zabudla kedy,

she forgot which,

lebo jeho listy boli strašne nudné;

for his letters were awfully dull;

človek si pamätal jeho výroky;

it was his sayings one remembered;

jeho oči,

his eyes,

jeho vreckový nožík,

his pocket-knife,

jeho úsmev,

his smile,

jeho mrzutosť a,

his grumpiness and,

keď milióny vecí celkom zmizli –

when millions of things had utterly vanished —

aké zvláštne! –

how strange it was! —

zopár takých výrokov o kapuste.

a few sayings like this about cabbages.