FISZKOTEKA
mother said, “Your cousins can hardly wait to see you!” Then I turned and saw
Gale and Hazelle and all the kids waiting for me, so what could I do but go
along?
Greasy Sae knows we're not related, but even some of the people who have
known us for years seem to have forgotten.
“I just can't wait for the whole thing to be over,” I whisper.
“I know,” says Greasy Sae. “But you've got to go through it to get to the end of
it. Better not be late.”
A light snow starts to fall as I make my way to the Victor's Village. It's about a
half-mile walk from the square in the center of town, but it seems like another
world entirely.
It's a separate community built around a beautiful green, dotted with flowering
bushes. There are twelve houses, each large enough to hold ten of the one I
was raised in. Nine stand empty, as they always have. The three in use belong
to Haymitch, Peeta, and me.
The houses inhabited by my family and Peeta give off a warm glow of life. Lit
windows, smoke from the chimneys, bunches of brightly colored corn affixed to
the front doors as decoration for the upcoming Harvest Festival. However,
Haymitch's house, despite the care taken by the grounds-keeper, exudes an air
of abandonment and neglect. I brace myself at his front door, knowing it will be
foul, then push inside.
ledwo - hardly,
przyjść - go along,
spokrewniony - related,
przejść przez to - go through it,
odrębny - separate,
kwitnący - flowering,
krzak - bush,
podwyższać - raise,
zamieszkany - inhabited ,
wydzielać coś - give off,
bukiet - bunch,
jaskrawy (w odniesieniu do koloru) - brightly,
kukurydza - corn,
przymocowany do - affixed to,
nadchodzący - upcoming,
jakkolwiek - however,
pomimo - despite,
wydzielać - exude,
opuszczenie - abandonment,
zaniedbanie - neglect,
zaniedbać - neglect,
przygotowałam siebie - I brace myself,
okropny - foul,
david
wtorek, 7 maja 2013
wtorek, 2 kwietnia 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1 (10)
FISZKOTEKA
“Aren't you supposed to be on a train?” he asks me.
“They're collecting me at noon,” I answer.
“Shouldn't you look better?” he asks in a loud whisper. I can't help smiling at his
teasing, in spite of my mood. “Maybe a ribbon in your hair or something?” He
flicks my braid with his hand and I brush him away.
“Don't worry. By the time they get through with me I'll be unrecognizable,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “Let's show a little district pride for a change, Miss Everdeen.
Hm?” He shakes his head at Greasy Sae in mock disapproval and walks off to
join his friends.
“I'll want that bowl back,” Greasy Sae calls after him, but since she's laughing,
she doesn't sound particularly stern. “Gale going to see you off?” she asks me.
“No, he wasn't on the list,” I say. “I saw him Sunday, though.”
“Think he'd have made the list. Him being your cousin and all,” she says wryly.
It's just one more part of the lie the Capitol has concocted. When Peeta and I
made it into the final eight in the Hunger Games, they sent reporters to do
personal stories about us. When they asked about my friends, everyone
directed them to Gale. But it wouldn't do, what with the romance I was playing
out in the arena, to have my best friend be Gale. He was too handsome, too
male, and not the least bit willing to smile and play nice for the cameras. We do
resemble each other, though, quite a bit. We have that Seam look. Dark straight
hair, olive skin, gray eyes. So some genius made him my cousin. I didn't know
about it until we were already home, on the platform at the train station, and my
Nie powinieneś być w pociągu? - Aren't you supposed to be on a train?,
Zabiorą mnie w południe. - They're collecting me at noon.,
szept - whisper,
Nie mogę się przestać uśmiechać - I can't help smiling.,
droczenie się - teasing,
pomimo czegoś - in spite of,
wstążka - ribbon,
musnąć - flick,
warkocz - braid,
odtrącam jego rękę - I brush him away.,
do czasu - by the time,
do czasu kiedy skończą ze mną - by the time they get through with me,
nierozpoznawalny - unrecognizable,
drwiący - mock,
brak aprobaty - disapproval,
odchodzić - walk off,
srogi - stern,
On ma mnie zamiar odprowadzić - He going to see me off.,
chociaż - though,
powiedzieć cierpko - say wryly,
wymyślić - concoct,
skierować do (celu) - direct to,
nie mieć najmniejszej ochoty - not the least bit willing to,
ochota - willing,
przypominać się nawzajem - resemble each other,
przypominać coś - resemble,
“Aren't you supposed to be on a train?” he asks me.
“They're collecting me at noon,” I answer.
“Shouldn't you look better?” he asks in a loud whisper. I can't help smiling at his
teasing, in spite of my mood. “Maybe a ribbon in your hair or something?” He
flicks my braid with his hand and I brush him away.
“Don't worry. By the time they get through with me I'll be unrecognizable,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “Let's show a little district pride for a change, Miss Everdeen.
Hm?” He shakes his head at Greasy Sae in mock disapproval and walks off to
join his friends.
“I'll want that bowl back,” Greasy Sae calls after him, but since she's laughing,
she doesn't sound particularly stern. “Gale going to see you off?” she asks me.
“No, he wasn't on the list,” I say. “I saw him Sunday, though.”
“Think he'd have made the list. Him being your cousin and all,” she says wryly.
It's just one more part of the lie the Capitol has concocted. When Peeta and I
made it into the final eight in the Hunger Games, they sent reporters to do
personal stories about us. When they asked about my friends, everyone
directed them to Gale. But it wouldn't do, what with the romance I was playing
out in the arena, to have my best friend be Gale. He was too handsome, too
male, and not the least bit willing to smile and play nice for the cameras. We do
resemble each other, though, quite a bit. We have that Seam look. Dark straight
hair, olive skin, gray eyes. So some genius made him my cousin. I didn't know
about it until we were already home, on the platform at the train station, and my
Nie powinieneś być w pociągu? - Aren't you supposed to be on a train?,
Zabiorą mnie w południe. - They're collecting me at noon.,
szept - whisper,
Nie mogę się przestać uśmiechać - I can't help smiling.,
droczenie się - teasing,
pomimo czegoś - in spite of,
wstążka - ribbon,
musnąć - flick,
warkocz - braid,
odtrącam jego rękę - I brush him away.,
do czasu - by the time,
do czasu kiedy skończą ze mną - by the time they get through with me,
nierozpoznawalny - unrecognizable,
drwiący - mock,
brak aprobaty - disapproval,
odchodzić - walk off,
srogi - stern,
On ma mnie zamiar odprowadzić - He going to see me off.,
chociaż - though,
powiedzieć cierpko - say wryly,
wymyślić - concoct,
skierować do (celu) - direct to,
nie mieć najmniejszej ochoty - not the least bit willing to,
ochota - willing,
przypominać się nawzajem - resemble each other,
przypominać coś - resemble,
niedziela, 24 marca 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1 (9)
FISZKOTEKA
The liquor isn't for my family. It's for Haymitch, who acted as mentor for Peeta
and me in the Games. He's surly, violent, and drunk most of the time. But he did
his job — more than his job—because for the first time in history, two tributes
were allowed to win. So no matter who Haymitch is, I owe him, too. And that's
for always. I'm getting the white liquor because a few weeks ago he ran out and
there was none for sale and he had a withdrawal, shaking and screaming at
terrifying things only he could see. He scared Prim to death and, frankly, it
wasn't much fun for me to see him like that, either. Ever since then I've been
sort of stockpiling the stuff just in case there's a shortage again.
Cray, our Head Peacekeeper, frowns when he sees me with the bottles. He's an
older man with a few strands of silver hair combed sideways above his bright
red face.
That stuff's too strong for you, girl.” He should know. Next to
Haymitch, Cray drinks more than anyone I've ever met.
“Aw, my mother uses it in medicines,” I say indifferently.
“Well, it'd kill just about anything,” he says, and slaps down a coin for a bottle.
When I reach Greasy Sae's stall, I boost myself up to sit on the counter and
order some soup, which looks to be some kind of gourd and bean mixture. A
Peacekeeper named Darius comes up and buys a bowl while I'm eating. As law
enforcers go, he's one of my favorites. Never really throwing his weight around,
usually good for a joke. He's probably in his twenties, but he doesn't seem
much older than I do. Something about his smile, his red hair that sticks out
every which way, gives him a boyish quality.
gburowaty - surly,
porywczy - violent,
przez większość czasu - most of the time,
skończyły się zapasy - run out,
przestraszył mnie na śmierć - he scared me to death,
szczerze - frankly,
odtąd - ever since,
magazynowanie - stockpiling,
na wszelki wypadek - just in case,
niedobór - shortage,
marszczyć brwi - frown,
kosmyk - strand,
włosy zaczesane na bok - hair combed sideways,
odpowiedzieć obojętnie - say indifferently,
rzucać ponete - slaps down a coin,
kiedy dochodzę do straganu - when I reach stall,
wskakuję - boost myself up,
za ladą - on the counter,
on podchodzi - he comes up,
kontroler - enforcer,
on nigdy nie rządzi się - never really throwing his weight around,
nie wydaje się dużo starszy ode mnie - He doesn't seem much older than I do,
włosy sterczące na wszystkie strony - hair that sticks out every which way,
cecha charakterystyczna - quality,
chłopięcy - boyish,
The liquor isn't for my family. It's for Haymitch, who acted as mentor for Peeta
and me in the Games. He's surly, violent, and drunk most of the time. But he did
his job — more than his job—because for the first time in history, two tributes
were allowed to win. So no matter who Haymitch is, I owe him, too. And that's
for always. I'm getting the white liquor because a few weeks ago he ran out and
there was none for sale and he had a withdrawal, shaking and screaming at
terrifying things only he could see. He scared Prim to death and, frankly, it
wasn't much fun for me to see him like that, either. Ever since then I've been
sort of stockpiling the stuff just in case there's a shortage again.
Cray, our Head Peacekeeper, frowns when he sees me with the bottles. He's an
older man with a few strands of silver hair combed sideways above his bright
red face.
That stuff's too strong for you, girl.” He should know. Next to
Haymitch, Cray drinks more than anyone I've ever met.
“Aw, my mother uses it in medicines,” I say indifferently.
“Well, it'd kill just about anything,” he says, and slaps down a coin for a bottle.
When I reach Greasy Sae's stall, I boost myself up to sit on the counter and
order some soup, which looks to be some kind of gourd and bean mixture. A
Peacekeeper named Darius comes up and buys a bowl while I'm eating. As law
enforcers go, he's one of my favorites. Never really throwing his weight around,
usually good for a joke. He's probably in his twenties, but he doesn't seem
much older than I do. Something about his smile, his red hair that sticks out
every which way, gives him a boyish quality.
gburowaty - surly,
porywczy - violent,
przez większość czasu - most of the time,
skończyły się zapasy - run out,
przestraszył mnie na śmierć - he scared me to death,
szczerze - frankly,
odtąd - ever since,
magazynowanie - stockpiling,
na wszelki wypadek - just in case,
niedobór - shortage,
marszczyć brwi - frown,
kosmyk - strand,
włosy zaczesane na bok - hair combed sideways,
odpowiedzieć obojętnie - say indifferently,
rzucać ponete - slaps down a coin,
kiedy dochodzę do straganu - when I reach stall,
wskakuję - boost myself up,
za ladą - on the counter,
on podchodzi - he comes up,
kontroler - enforcer,
on nigdy nie rządzi się - never really throwing his weight around,
nie wydaje się dużo starszy ode mnie - He doesn't seem much older than I do,
włosy sterczące na wszystkie strony - hair that sticks out every which way,
cecha charakterystyczna - quality,
chłopięcy - boyish,
sobota, 23 marca 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1 (8)
FISZKOTEKA
My next stop is the Hob, where I've traditionally done the bulk of my trading.
Years ago it was a warehouse to store coal, but when it fell into disuse, it
became a meeting place for illegal trades and then blossomed into a full-time
black market. If it attracts a somewhat criminal element, then I belong here, I
guess. Hunting in the woods surrounding District 12 violates at least a dozen
laws and is punishable by death.
Although they never mention it, I owe the people who frequent the Hob. Gale
told me that Greasy Sae, the old woman who serves up soup, started a
collection to sponsor Peeta and me during the Games. It was supposed to be
just a Hob thing, but a lot of other people heard about it and chipped in. I don't
know exactly how much it was, and the price of any gift in the arena was
exorbitant. But for all I know, it made the difference between my life and death.
It's still odd to drag open the front door with an empty game bag, with nothing to
trade, and instead feel the heavy pocket of coins against my hip. I try to hit as
many stalls as possible, spreading out my purchases of coffee, buns, eggs,
yarn, and oil. As an afterthought, I buy three bottles of white liquor from a onearmed
woman named Ripper, a victim of a mine accident who was smart
enough to find a way to stay alive.
tradycyjnie - traditionally,
większość - bulk,
handel - trading,
dawniej - years ago,
magazyn - warehouse,
popaść - fell into,
nieużywanie - disuese,
nielegalny - illegal
kwitnąć w - blossomed into,
przyciągać - attract,
naruszać - violate,
karalny - punishable,
Jestem dłużna ludziom którzy - I owe the people who,
częsty - frequent,
serwować zupę - serve up soup,
składać się na coś - chip in,
przesadny - exorbitant,
wlec - drag,
odwiedzić stoiska - hit stalls,
to tu to tam - spread out,
po namyśle - as an afterthought,
jednoręki - onearmed,
My next stop is the Hob, where I've traditionally done the bulk of my trading.
Years ago it was a warehouse to store coal, but when it fell into disuse, it
became a meeting place for illegal trades and then blossomed into a full-time
black market. If it attracts a somewhat criminal element, then I belong here, I
guess. Hunting in the woods surrounding District 12 violates at least a dozen
laws and is punishable by death.
Although they never mention it, I owe the people who frequent the Hob. Gale
told me that Greasy Sae, the old woman who serves up soup, started a
collection to sponsor Peeta and me during the Games. It was supposed to be
just a Hob thing, but a lot of other people heard about it and chipped in. I don't
know exactly how much it was, and the price of any gift in the arena was
exorbitant. But for all I know, it made the difference between my life and death.
It's still odd to drag open the front door with an empty game bag, with nothing to
trade, and instead feel the heavy pocket of coins against my hip. I try to hit as
many stalls as possible, spreading out my purchases of coffee, buns, eggs,
yarn, and oil. As an afterthought, I buy three bottles of white liquor from a onearmed
woman named Ripper, a victim of a mine accident who was smart
enough to find a way to stay alive.
tradycyjnie - traditionally,
większość - bulk,
handel - trading,
dawniej - years ago,
magazyn - warehouse,
popaść - fell into,
nieużywanie - disuese,
nielegalny - illegal
kwitnąć w - blossomed into,
przyciągać - attract,
naruszać - violate,
karalny - punishable,
Jestem dłużna ludziom którzy - I owe the people who,
częsty - frequent,
serwować zupę - serve up soup,
składać się na coś - chip in,
przesadny - exorbitant,
wlec - drag,
odwiedzić stoiska - hit stalls,
to tu to tam - spread out,
po namyśle - as an afterthought,
jednoręki - onearmed,
wtorek, 19 marca 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1 (7)
FISZKOTEKA
Hazelle smiles when she sees the game. She takes the beaver by the tail,
feeling its weight. “He's going to make a nice stew.” Unlike Gale, she has no
problem with our hunting arrangement.
“Good pelt, too,” I answer. It's comforting here with Hazelle. Weighing the merits
of the game, just as we always have. She pours me a mug of herb tea, which I
wrap my chilled fingers around gratefully. “You know, when I get back from the
tour, I was thinking I might take Rory out with me sometimes. After school.
Teach him to shoot.”
Hazelle nods. “That'd be good. Gale means to, but he's only got his Sundays,
and I think he likes saving those for you.”
I can't stop the redness that floods my cheeks. It's stupid, of course. Hardly
anybody knows me better than Hazelle. Knows the bond I share with Gale. I'm
sure plenty of people assumed that we'd eventually get married even if I never
gave it any thought. But that was before the Games. Before my fellow tribute,
Peeta Mellark, announced he was madly in love with me. Our romance became
a key strategy for our survival in the arena. Only it wasn't just a strategy for
Peeta. I'm not sure what it was for me. But I know now it was nothing but painful
for Gale. My chest tightens as I think about how, on the Victory Tour, Peeta and
I will have to present ourselves as lovers again.
I gulp my tea even though it's too hot and push back from the table. “I better get
going. Make myself presentable for the cameras.”
Hazelle hugs me. “Enjoy the food.”
“Absolutely,” I say.
ogon - tail,
gulasz - stew,
w przeciwieństwie do Galea - Unlike Gale,
porozumienie - arrangement,
skóra, futro - pelt,
poprawiający samopoczucie - comforting,
rozważać - weigh,
wartość, zaleta - merit,
opleść palce - wrap fingers,
z wdzięcznością - gratefully,
wyjść z kimś - take sb out,
kiwnąć głową - nods,
rumienię się - redness floods my cheeks,
na pewno nie - hardly,
mnóstwo ludzi - plenty people,
przypuszczać - assume,
w ostateczności - eventually,
towarzysz - fellow,
ogłosić, oznajmić - announce,
szalenie zakochany - madly in love with sb,
ściskać klatke piersiową - my chest tightens,
łykać - gulp,
odsuwać się od stołu - push back from table,
Na mnie pora. - I better get going.
czwartek, 14 lutego 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1(6)
FISZKOTEKA
The shoes pinch my toes as I crunch along the cinder street. Cutting down
alleys and through backyards gets me to Gale's house in minutes. His mother,
Hazelle, sees me through the window, where she's bent over the kitchen sink.
She dries her hands on her apron and disappears to meet me at the door.
I like Hazelle. Respect her. The explosion that killed my father took out her
husband as well, leaving her with three boys and a baby due any day. Less
than a week after she gave birth, she was out hunting the streets for work. The
mines weren't an option, what with a baby to look after, but she managed to get
laundry from some of the merchants in town. At fourteen, Gale, the eldest of the
kids, became the main supporter of the family. He was already signed up for
tesserae, which entitled them to a meager supply of grain and oil in exchange
for his entering his name extra times in the drawing to become a tribute. On top
of that, even back then, he was a skilled trapper. But it wasn't enough to keep a
family of five without Hazelle working her fingers to the bone on that washboard.
In winter her hands got so red and cracked, they bled at the slightest
provocation. Still would if it wasn't for a salve my mother concocted. But they
are determined, Hazelle and Gale, that the other boys, twelve-year-old Rory
and ten-year-old Vick, and the baby, four-year-old Posy, will never have to sign
up for tesserae.
uciskać - pinch,
chrzęścić - crunch,
przemykam - cut down,
pochylać się nad - bent over,
wytrzeć ręcę o - dry hands on,
także - as well,
zajmować się kimś - look after,
udało się jej - managed to,
handlowiec - merchant,
zgłosić się po - sign up for,
uprawniać do - entitled to,
chudy - meager,
zapas, zaopatrzenie - supply,
zboże - grain,
na dodatek - on top of sth,
wykwalifikowany, zręczny - skilled,
łowca - trapper,
popękany - cracked,
krwawić - bleed,
pewnie do dziś by tak było - still would if,
maść, smarować nią - salve,
upichcić, przyrządzić - concoct,
wtorek, 5 lutego 2013
Catching Fire - Chapter 1 (5)
FISZKOTEKA
worn hunting boots for a pair of expensive machine-made shoes that my mother
thinks are more appropriate for someone of my status. I've already stowed my
bow and arrows in a hollow log in the woods. Although time is ticking away, I
allow myself a few minutes to sit in the kitchen. It has an abandoned quality with
no fire on the hearth, no cloth on the table. I mourn my old life here. We barely
scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly
interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in
retrospect, it seems so secure compared with now, when I am so rich and so
famous and so hated by the authorities in the Capitol.
A wailing at the back door demands my attention. I open it to find Buttercup,
Prim's scruffy old tomcat. He dislikes the new house almost as much as I do
and always leaves it when my sister's at school. We've never been particularly
fond of each other, but now we have this new bond. I let him in, feed him a
chunk of beaver fat, and even rub him between the ears for a bit. “You're
hideous, you know that, right?” I ask him. Buttercup nudges my hand for more
petting, but we have to go. “Come on, you.” I scoop him up with one hand, grab
my game bag with the other, and haul them both
worn - znoszony
appropriate - stosowny
stow - umieścić, spakować, składać(bagaż)
bow - łuk
hollow - dziurawy
time is ticking away - czas przemija
abandoned - opuszczony
hearth - palenisko
mourn - opłakiwać
scrape by - wiązać koniec z końcem
barely - ledwo
wpasować się - fit in
ciasno - tightly
wpleciony - interwoven
fabric - materiał
Chciałabym do niego wrócić - I wish I could go back into it.
z perspektywy czasu - in retrospect
bezpieczny - secure
w porównaniu z - compared with
zawodzenie, wycie - wailing
za drzwiami z tyłu - at the back door
wymagać uwagi - demand attention
brudny, niechlujny - scruffy
nie lubić - dislike
prawie - almost
tak bardzo jak ja - as much as I do
przepadać za sobą nawzajem - be fond of each other
wpuścić - let sb in
kawał - chunk
pocierać - rub
ohydny - hideous
szturchnąć - nudge
Podnoszę go jedną ręką - I scoop him up with one hand.
chwytać - grab
chwytam drugą ręką - grab it with the other
worn hunting boots for a pair of expensive machine-made shoes that my mother
thinks are more appropriate for someone of my status. I've already stowed my
bow and arrows in a hollow log in the woods. Although time is ticking away, I
allow myself a few minutes to sit in the kitchen. It has an abandoned quality with
no fire on the hearth, no cloth on the table. I mourn my old life here. We barely
scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly
interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in
retrospect, it seems so secure compared with now, when I am so rich and so
famous and so hated by the authorities in the Capitol.
A wailing at the back door demands my attention. I open it to find Buttercup,
Prim's scruffy old tomcat. He dislikes the new house almost as much as I do
and always leaves it when my sister's at school. We've never been particularly
fond of each other, but now we have this new bond. I let him in, feed him a
chunk of beaver fat, and even rub him between the ears for a bit. “You're
hideous, you know that, right?” I ask him. Buttercup nudges my hand for more
petting, but we have to go. “Come on, you.” I scoop him up with one hand, grab
my game bag with the other, and haul them both
worn - znoszony
appropriate - stosowny
stow - umieścić, spakować, składać(bagaż)
bow - łuk
hollow - dziurawy
time is ticking away - czas przemija
abandoned - opuszczony
hearth - palenisko
mourn - opłakiwać
scrape by - wiązać koniec z końcem
barely - ledwo
wpasować się - fit in
ciasno - tightly
wpleciony - interwoven
fabric - materiał
Chciałabym do niego wrócić - I wish I could go back into it.
z perspektywy czasu - in retrospect
bezpieczny - secure
w porównaniu z - compared with
zawodzenie, wycie - wailing
za drzwiami z tyłu - at the back door
wymagać uwagi - demand attention
brudny, niechlujny - scruffy
nie lubić - dislike
prawie - almost
tak bardzo jak ja - as much as I do
przepadać za sobą nawzajem - be fond of each other
wpuścić - let sb in
kawał - chunk
pocierać - rub
ohydny - hideous
szturchnąć - nudge
Podnoszę go jedną ręką - I scoop him up with one hand.
chwytać - grab
chwytam drugą ręką - grab it with the other
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