zabawa w tłumaczenie historia z wombatem
zmodyfikowany: 13 lat temu
trochę dłuższy tekst do zabawy w tłumaczenie, chodzi nie o dosłowne tłumaczenie, ale najlepsze "literacko", zapraszam do podawania w odpowiedzi swoich tłumaczeń, zobaczymy czyje dostanie najwięcej punktów:
I focused the beam of light on the ground in front of the wombat and then moved it away to his side. To my surprise he turned as soon as I did it, and followed the light obediently.
I took the wombat for a little walk by moving the light around. I felt like a choreographer.
I planned to walk backwards slowly as the wombat came in my direction. The wombat hadn’t read my script though. For no apparent reason he started charging, overrunning the spot of light on the ground. Maybe he saw me, but I really don’t think so.
At first I thought it was a joke, and I started going backwards a bit, getting faster as the wombat accelerated. Then suddenly I decided I was in trouble. A wombat at full gallop is surprisingly scary. Considering that they look like stuffed cushions on four little legs they actually get up to quite a speed. So I accelerated a bit myself. Ignoring the wild laughter of the other four, I swung around so I could make a high-speed getaway up the wall of Tailor’s Stitch.
And I fell over my own pack. I fell quite hard. The others were pissing themselves.
trochę dłuższy tekst do zabawy w tłumaczenie, chodzi nie o dosłowne tłumaczenie, ale najlepsze "literacko", zapraszam do podawania w odpowiedzi swoich tłumaczeń, zobaczymy czyje dostanie najwięcej punktów:
I focused the beam of light on the ground in front of the wombat and then moved it away to his side. To my surprise he turned as soon as I did it, and followed the light obediently.
I took the wombat for a little walk by moving the light around. I felt like a choreographer.
I planned to walk backwards slowly as the wombat came in my direction. The wombat hadn’t read my script though. For no apparent reason he started charging, overrunning the spot of light on the ground. Maybe he saw me, but I really don’t think so.
At first I thought it was a joke, and I started going backwards a bit, getting faster as the wombat accelerated. Then suddenly I decided I was in trouble. A wombat at full gallop is surprisingly scary. Considering that they look like stuffed cushions on four little legs they actually get up to quite a speed. So I accelerated a bit myself. Ignoring the wild laughter of the other four, I swung around so I could make a high-speed getaway up the wall of Tailor’s Stitch.
And I fell over my own pack. I fell quite hard. The others were pissing themselves.
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