To die, to kick the bucket, to shuffle off one’s mortal coil, to join the choir invisible.
Скрывали, сколько могли. Как раз яркое подтверждение, что скопытился уж на момент проболтавшегося Пронюшкина — точно.
They kept it secret as long as they could. Just a vivid confirmation that he had gone to meet his maker by the time Pronushkin said it, that’s for sure.
(michaelnacke @ twitter.com, 04/2022)
