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First ProZ.com Translation Contest 2007

ஆங்கிலம் to அல்பானியன்


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Source text:

When she moved into his tiny house in Stroud, and took charge of his four small children, Mother was thirty and still quite handsome. She had not, I suppose, met anyone like him before. This rather priggish young man, with his devout gentility, his airs and manners, his music and ambitions, his charm, bright talk, and undeniable good looks, overwhelmed her as soon as she saw him. So she fell in love with him immediately, and remained in love for ever. And herself being comely, sensitive, and adoring, she attracted my father also. And so he married her. And so later he left her - with his children and some more of her own.

When he'd gone, she brought us to the village and waited. She waited for thirty years. I don't think she ever knew what had made him desert her, though the reasons seemed clear enough. She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, loving. She was muddled and mischievous as a chimney-jackdaw, she made her nest of rags and jewels, was happy in the sunlight, squawked loudly at danger, pried and was insatiably curious, forgot when to eat or ate all day, and sang when sunsets were red. She lived by the easy laws of the hedgerow, loved the world, and made no plans, had a quick holy eye for natural wonders and couldn't have kept a neat house for her life. What my father wished for was something quite different, something she could never give him - the protective order of an unimpeachable suburbia, which was what he got in the end.

The three or four years Mother spent with my father she fed on for the rest of her life. Her happiness at that time was something she guarded as though it must ensure his eventual return. She would talk about it almost in awe, not that it had ceased but that it had happened at all.


Entry #388 - Points: 0
Blerta Alikaj
Kur ajo u shpërngul në shtëpinë e tij të vogël në Stroud dhe mori në dorë katër fëmijët e tij të vegjël, ime më ishte tridhjetë vjeç dhe akoma tepër tërheqëse. Ma ha mendja se ajo nuk kishte takuar kurrë më parë një njeri si ai. Ky i ri paksa si tepër moralist, me pamjen e tij prej fisniku të devotshëm, pozat dhe sjelljet, muzikën dhe ambicjet e veta, tërheqjen që rrezatonte, bisedën e këndshme, si edhe hijeshinë trupore, e trullosi mamanë që me shikimin e parë. Show full text

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