"Теория и практика перевода" 11-Г (филология) Тема : "Реферативный перевод", 26 мая 2020 г.
Добрый день, уважаемый 11-Г !
Сегодня заключительный урок нашего курса "Теория и практика перевода". Задание еще было определено на прошлом уроке 19 мая. Нужно отредактированный текст в соответствтвии с требованиями к реферативному переводу ( еще раз смотрите задание от 19 мая) перевести. Жду ваших ответов )))
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At a little past on a summer day in the thirty-third year since Mrs. Spicer shrieked at what she saw, thereby startling her husband, George, I looked out on the waters (dark they were, like
iodine) of Loch Ness, and there before me...
But first let me tell of the circumstances that brought me to those shores in the melancholy Highlands of northern Scotland.
The legend of Loch Ness has in recent times undergone the most serious and skilled investigations in 1,400 years - since the time when, as the story goes, St. Columbia commanded a "fearsome beastie" in the waters to back off and behave itself. The past summer was a particularly busy season there. From Inverness and on south to Fort Augustus, scientists were at work to find something outside and alive in that largest of the British Isles' freshwater lakes.
It involved much more than simply watching and waiting. They positioned highly sophisticated camera gear below the surface. They played recorded beeper sound meant to attract even the most elusive of lake life. They set sonar to work, scanning the cold depths. They used mathematics and physics and electronic wizardry.
And when the summer ended - when they returned to their universities and laboratories - the legend had been invested with, if not reality, then a certain kind of respectability.
I was there to observe the search, and, in truth, I went not without hopes of seeing and unusual animal in the loch. Not that I believed in the existence of such a creature, and not that I disbelieved. Rather, standing beside those fabled waters, my thoughts teetered on a line of slack skepticism.
There were other observers: the Camerons and Campbells, the MacKenzies and MacDonalds, Mac this and Mac that - the good people of that good land, Highland born and Highland reared. Well, there were some among them who wouldn't have been surprised had something turned up. That's because they say they've seen the animal.
Alex Campbell: "It was mid-May 1934. I was looking across the water, and, heavens, there was this terrific upsurge about 200 to 250 yards distant. And then this huge neck appeared, six feet at least above the water, with small head that kept turning nervously. Oh, the head was just going. I said, "This is fantastic", and then I did this (blinking his eyes), just to make sure it wasn't imagination. Aye, it was there, all right. As soon as the bow of a trawler appeared, the creature saw it, and swoosh, for heaven's sake, what a dive!"
That was the first sighting. he has had 17 others. Now it should be understood that Alex Campbell is not a man given to histrionics. Soft-spoken and gentle of manner, he continues to live, at the age of 75, in the house where he was born, a cottage by the River Oich throttled by flowers. For many years he was the water bailiff in the area, with a chief responsibility of protecting the salmon that enter Loch Ness. And for many years too he has been the FortAugustus correspondent for an Inverness newspaper.
"The phone once rang", he said lighting the second of four cigarettes he smokes each day, "and it was one of the two ladies who used to live in the big house across the river. They were in what we call the wealthier class. Nicer ladies you never met. They weren't young, but they were still quite able and fit. The one who phoned said: "Alex, Alex, we've seen him, upstairs from the bedroom window." I asked her to tell me what they saw from the window - it's a gorgeous view of Loch Ness from there - and she said it was a huge hump in the water. Then within seconds another, smaller hump appeared, a hundred yards or so behind the other. And then she said, for heaven's sake, athird, even smaller hump was there. So we agreed that it was a family of them, with the huge hump being the daddy, the middle one the mother, and the wee one in the rear the baby.
Long neck, small head, humps - the description runs like a litany through the catalog of more than 3,000 recorded sightings since the early 1930's. Length twenty feet or so. Dark in color. And fast moving. Many have said that it resembles an upturned boat in the water.
The animal has also been reported seen out of water. "Loathsome" might be the way to describe it then, and indeed, that's the word George Spicer used after he and his wife encountered something in 1933 on the loch skirting road between the villages of Dores and Foyer. They said it looked like a monstrous snail as it lurched heavily down an embankment toward the water. A later version reported it was carrying something in its mouth - a lamb, maybe.
It was the next year, in 1934, that the legend took on substance. In that year a London surgeon, R.Kenneth Wilson, pointed his camera at the loch and recorded an image that would serve even until now as the logo for the mystery. It showed... what? A shadow, a bird, a mischievous play of sunlight on the rippled waters? Perhaps one of those. More that anything, however, it showed something resembling, yes, a long neck and small head.