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| AnneSophieM |
french-engish & english-french
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|French to English: Conte Pour Lutins Passifs / Sloth the Passive Assassin|
General field: Art/Literary
Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
|Source text - French|
Dans un pays inconnu vivait un lutin jadis employé à tuer. Mais depuis quelques temps, il était au chômage; alors, il essayait de tuer le temps, mais il n’y arrivait pas, et cela lui déplaisait énormément car il savait tuer n’importe qui, n’importe où, n’importe quand et n’importe comment. Mais ce temps, il ne savait le tuer…
Le temps des cerises arriva et ce lutin eut une idée formidable: pendant tout ce temps, il irait cueillir des cerises pour le tuer! Oui, mais lorsque l’on déteste les cerises autant que lui, il devient bien difficile de les cueillir en vain… Vraiment, il ne savait pas quoi faire: à cause de ce temps, il ne dormait plus, devant par conséquent essayer de le tuer la nuit, ce qui lui coupait constamment l’appetit, alors il s’en occupait aussi à l’heure des repas…
Le temps des cerises s’en vint, faisant place à la saison des vins; ce lutin cherchait encore en vain comment tuer son temps, pendant qu’il était de chien. “Peut-être bien en buvant du vin? Non! Le vin est une boisson fort insipide, et puis, à force d’en boire, on ne paraît plus vraiment vingt ans” conclut-il.
Chaque jour et à chaque heure de sa vie monotone, il ne pensait plus qu’à tuer ce bon vieux temps. Il était maintenant très vieux, et était au chômage depuis si longtemps qu’il en était devenu affaibli, puisque ses force, il les avait perdues à tuer le temps…Enfin, à essayer passivement…Et vraiment, c’était la tentative de meurtre la plus difficile et la plus fatiguante qu’il avait jamais connue. Enfin, selon lui…
Un jour pourtant, il aurait pu être sauvé: un voisin arriva en sa demeure pour lui demander de tuer sa truie préférée, Kronisia, puisque lui n’en avait pas le coeur. Mais notre lutin se considéra trop raffiné pour s’abaisser a tuer une vulgaire truie, et son voisin, tout retourné par ce brusque refus, retourna chez lui avec sa charmante truie.
C’était bien là sa dernière chance de pouvoir tuer le temps, et il la repoussa, non pas pour les raisons exprimées, mais plutôt parce que finalement, ne rien faire du tout, il aimait bien çà. Mais un jour, il fut pris par le temps et mourût donc de viellesse, cet idiot de lutin!
C’est pourquoi j’aurais un conseil: si vous commencer a lentement vous noyer dans l’ennui, incapable de tuer le temps, mais qu’un beau jour la chance vous tend les bras, alors, prenez-la et n’attendez pas mieux du lendemain, car c’est le temps qui pourrais bien lentement vous assassiner…
|Translation - English|
Once upon a time lived a ghastly goblin called Sloth.
Sloth used to be a hired assassin and a good one too, but he found himself without a job one day. So there he was, trying to kill time. And as a matter if fact, he did not manage to kill time, which thoroughly displeased him: after all, Sloth had the capacity to kill anybody in any place and at any time. But time…He just didn’t know what to do to kill time…
Summertime passed by and Sloth the goblin had a brainwave: during that time, he would go to Summerland and kill it for a while, surfing on the waves… “This is ridiculous!” soon thought Sloth, “Going to summer land is indeed very pointless; I would have such a tiresome trip, and surfing is exceedingly strenuous.”
Therefore, the lazy goblin remained at home with absolutely nothing to do.
Thus he became obsessed with killing time. He quickly found himself unable to sleep and to eat (besides, he could no more be bothered to cook). This was a very dirty trick he had played on himself, because now, he was left alone with even more time to harass him. The more time he had to try to kill time and the more depressed he turned. Really, it was high time he did something to finally kill that time.
Summer time passed away and it was now sowing-time. By that time our goblin was really very hungry and still looking for a way to kill time. This time he had a brilliant idea: he would start sowing in his wild garden, which would eventually bring him plenty of food to eat, and even some to sell!
But Sloth soon realized how many efforts he would have to make in order to achieve his plan, so he quit straight away and was soon back to his old obsession.
Sloth was by that time very old and had been unemployed for a very long while. He had become weaker and weaker, doing nothing but staying in bed for days, weeks, months…all he had done was looking at his clock, observing time in order to kill it.
Once though, Sloth could have saved himself: an Elf was ready to pay him if Sloth agreed to kill Chronic, the elf’s old sow. But stupid Sloth declined the offer with great disdain, esteeming himself to good to do something as low as killing an old fat sow. This upset the elf who called Sloth a lazy pig as he walked out of the door with his poor old sow (poor Chronic was so vexed at having been called fat that she turned anorexic and died a few weeks after the incident).
This had been Sloth’s ultimate chance…
One day, time was up for him and he finally died, timeworn.
Sloth the goblin might have thought he died before his time. But to speak the truth, that lazy old fart just died.
Morality: If one day you get bored and find yourself under Sloth’s shadow, unable to kill time…And if that day a chance to achieve something (anything) comes your way, then seize that chance and seize that time instead of stupidly waiting for your time…Remember: time flies.
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Being a British and French native with many years spent in the US, I equally translate French to English and English to French.
Having studied Literature, Theater, Film, and worked in Culinary/Nutrition, they are my areas of expertise. I also have experience in other areas (see resume and list on profile).
I'm also a trained actress: I'm available for voice over and dubbing.
Finally, I tutor French one-on-one and small groups.
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Profile last updated
Oct 12, 2010