не обращала на них внимания; to heed — обращать внимание, учитывать, принимать во внимание). Her face was very gentle and grave (ее лицо было очень спокойным и серьезным). She took me to a seat in the gallery (она повела меня к скамье в галерее), and I stood beside her (и я стал возле нее), ready to look at her book as she opened it upon her knee (готовый смотреть /на/ ее книгу, когда она раскрыла ее на коленях). The pages fell open (страницы распахнулись). She pointed (она показывала), and I looked, marvelling (а я смотрел, изумляясь), for in the living pages of that book I saw myself (ибо на живых страницах той книги я увидел себя); it was a story about myself (это была история обо мне), and in it were all the things that had happened to me since ever I was born (и в ней были все события, которые произошли со мной с тех пор, как я родился)…
though [Dqu], ready ['redI], knee [nJ]
Then presently came a sombre dark woman, with a grave, pale face and dreamy eyes, a sombre woman wearing a soft long robe of pale purple, who carried a book and beckoned and took me aside with her into a gallery above a hall — though my playmates were loth to have me go, and ceased their game and stood watching as I was carried away. `Come back to us!’ they cried. `Come back to us soon!’ I looked up at her face, but she heeded them not at all. Her face was very gentle and grave. She took me to a seat in the gallery, and I stood beside her, ready to look at her book as she opened it upon her knee. The pages fell open. She pointed, and I looked, marvelling, for in the living pages of that book I saw myself; it was a story about myself, and in it were all the things that had happened to me since ever I was born…
“It was wonderful to me (это было удивительно для меня), because the pages of that book were not pictures (потому что страницы той книги были не картинками), you understand, but realities (понимаешь, а реальностью).”
Wallace paused gravely (Уоллес сделал большую паузу) — looked at me doubtfully (с сомнением поглядел на меня).
“Go on (продолжай),” I said. “I understand (я понимаю).”

ecause [bI'kOz], picture ['pIkCq], doubtfully ['dautfulI]
“It was wonderful to me, because the pages of that book were not pictures, you understand, but realities.”
Wallace paused gravely — looked at me doubtfully.
“Go on,” I said. “I understand.”
“They were realities (это была реальность) — yes, they must have been (да и как иначе: «они, должно быть, были»); people moved and things came and went in them (люди двигались, а события/предметы на страницах: «на них» появлялись и исчезали); my dear mother, whom I had near forgotten (моя дорогая матушка, которую я почти забыл); then my father, stern and upright (потом мой отец, строгий и честный), the servants, the nursery, all the familiar things of home (слуги, детская комната, все знакомые вещи дома). Then the front door and the busy streets, with traffic to and fro (затем парадный вход и оживленные улицы с движением взад и вперед; to and fro — взад и вперед; туда и сюда): I looked and marvelled (я смотрел и изумлялся), and looked half doubtfully again into the woman’s face and turned the pages over (и снова смотрел наполовину с сомнением в лицо женщины и переворачивал страницы), skipping this and that (пропуская то и это), to see more of this book (чтобы увидеть больше в этой книге), and more (и больше), and so at last I came to myself hovering and hesitating outside the green door in the long white wall (и так, наконец, я дошел до себя, мешкающего и колеблющегося перед зеленой дверью в длинной белой стене), and felt again the conflict and the fear (и снова ощутил /внутреннюю/ борьбу и страх; to feel — чувствовать, ощущать).
mother ['mADq], busy ['bIzI], hover ['hOvq]
“They were realities — yes, they must have been; people moved and things came and went in them; my dear mother, whom I had