Дорогой Серж,
Я настолько впечатлился Вашим рассказом, что применил ИИ чтобы его перевести. ИИ Copilot Microsoft очень неплох, конечно, для литературных применений перевод надо хорошо отредактировать профессионалом (я в этой области не профессионал). Я этот текст не редактировал. А дальше, я бы рекомендовал на этом рассказе не останавливаться ... Всё зависит от Вашего возраста, цели в жизни, предпринимательского духа, и интеллектуальной гибкости.
Всего хорошего. Я.

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I. Nine Moons Before Our Era Serge Leven Province of Syria, Antioch Province of Judea, Nazareth

Year 753 from the founding of Rome

The decurion* I am giving you along with his turma* is an old and experienced soldier. He has served under my command for about fifteen years, and during all these years I have repeatedly been convinced of his prudence and courage. Do not disdain his advice and suggestions both on the way and on the spot!
Father, you have already told me about…
I know, do not interrupt me! I will repeat the most important thing one last time before your departure… So, the procurator is only a knight, and you are a patrician of an ancient and glorious family. But he is older, more experienced, and cunning than you. Besides, he is your immediate superior, and you must obey him! At least for now… If there are irreconcilable differences between you… But I think it will not come to that. He perfectly understands who you are and whose son you are!
And what about the king of Judea?
Herod Archelaus? He sits in Caesarea like a puppet, which our emperor periodically pulls by the strings. The minds of the Jews are actually controlled by the Sanhedrin in Jerusalem… Remember! The Zealots are one of the religious-political sects, the most insidious and dangerous. Never trust them and try not to have any dealings with them at all! The fighters of this sect - the Sicarii, are excellent with their quiet and fast knives; moreover, they prefer to strike from behind. Therefore, never appear in a crowd, or even just on the streets without a lorica* with a reliably protected back, do you understand me? I am not only ordering this as your commander, I am asking this as your father!
If I ever have to choose between disobeying a commander’s order or disobeying my father, I will prefer the former, for there can be many commanders, but only one father. Or the father and the commander are the same person, who…
Okay, philosopher, don’t talk my ear off. I know you can do that!
What kind of philosopher am I! I am a warrior, just like you, a warrior to the core!
Maybe I will be lucky and I will still see a grandson - a philosopher and a sage, what do you think?
Only Juno can know that now, father, but I have no plans to start a family and children yet…
Thus, the experienced and gray-haired legate-suffect* and proconsul of the Syrian province Publius Sulpicius Quirinius instructed his son Claudius, just appointing him the commander of the Jerusalem garrison to assist the procurator of Judea Titus Coponius. Despite his young age, Claudius had already served under his father’s command in one of the Syrian legions as a junior military tribune*, but now he was leaving with a turma of cavalrymen to reinforce the garrison.

The small detachment had been on the road for fourteen days, stopping for the night wherever they could - in rare settlements, green islands of at least some vegetation, or even just among the sands and stones of the desert, when another settlement or city appeared on the horizon in the hot haze…

What is this place, Sixtus? - Claudius asked the decurion riding next to him.
According to my map, this is Nazareth - a small Galilean town. It is still three days’ march to Jerusalem, commander! But the horses are tired. They need water and a longer rest than usual…
Excellent! It’s almost noon. We will spend the rest of the day and night here.
After riding for another two dozen minutes, the riders dismounted at a small olive grove in view of the city gates, fifteen or sixteen paces* from them.

Decurion, take three men and find a decent place to stay for the night! I will go to the local market with five men. I hope it has something to offer us, hungry and thirsty. The rest wait here!
Did you mean wine by “thirsty,” commander? - Sixtus asked with a smile.
Of course, I swear by my father’s vineyards, and not only that! A couple of baskets of bread, fruits, and two fat rams! - The legionaries buzzed approvingly, - forget about the hardtack, dried pork, and posca* in your bags today - I’m treating! At these words, the buzz turned into wild jubilation:
Hail Claudius!
Glory to the commander!
May the gods carry you in their arms!
Nazareth turned out to be small, relatively clean, rather less than more welcoming, but, thanks to Mercury, it had a lively square with merchants selling all sorts of things. After a short study of the goods and services, weak attempts to bargain, and light bickering, Claudius and his entourage acquired two sealed amphorae of wine from Greece, one large box of white flatbread, a basket of grapes, and three heads of sheep cheese. The only thing left was to find suitable, not too old and sufficiently plump bleating victims for the upcoming sacrifice… The young tribune, wanting to more accurately assess the condition of the animal, took a step back and felt a slight push in the back.

Oh! - a cry immediately followed, belonging to a gentle female voice. The patrician quickly turned to the sound - a very young and pretty girl, bending down, was picking up a bunch of some roots from the dusty ground, which she had probably dropped from her hands due to an accidental collision with Claudius. The tribune smiled and extended a helping hand, saying in Greek:
Sorry, beauty! I did not see your approach. The girl straightened up on her own, ignoring the young man’s gesture and, glancing at him fleetingly, modestly lowered her eyes:
No need to apologize, Roman! It’s a trifle, not worth mentioning… These were not just eyes - they were bottomless black eyes… (As Claudius himself would describe them). A melodious voice pleasant to the ear, a slender girlish figure guessed under a blue chiton, almost perfect Greek… The young man was impressed and decided to definitely continue the acquaintance:
Just terrible heat! Is it always like this or does relief sometimes come?
In the evening, with the sunset, coolness comes.
And what do the beautiful women of Nazareth do on cool evenings?
Sometimes they gather together to chat and have fun among themselves, but more often they sit at home, doing needlework and listening to their parents’ moralizing. “She is also smart and sharp-tongued!” - the tribune noted to himself. - “Oh, come what may!”
I am Claudius Sulpicius Quirinius, from the patrician family of the Sulpicii, and what is your name, beauty?
My name is Miriam, I am the daughter of Anna and Joachim. But I must go. Goodbye, Claudius Sulpicius! Without further ado, the girl decisively turned and walked away.
Come to the olive grove at the gates at sunset! - the junior tribune managed to say. Miriam looked back and, smiling, threw a barely noticeable farewell glance… But what a glance! “Who looks and smiles like that will come!” - the young commander decided uncertainly, with a faint hope.
It seems to me, our glorious tribune is forging a victorious plan… - one of the legionaries said ironically and thoughtfully.
He is young, handsome, rich, and noble! - another answered him, - who else but him to storm such fortresses! You, old lame mule?!
Look at yourself, bald gopher! You deserve only the ugliest whores of the cheapest brothels*!
Enough talking! Shut your mouths! - the commander interrupted the playful bickering, - what is allowed to Jupiter is not allowed to a bull! Have you heard such a wise saying? Better think, bull’s asses, how we will deliver all the purchased goods to the camp, and I promise you decent whores from decent brothels in Jerusalem!
Finally, all matters were settled in the best possible way. Sixtus found a roof over their heads, or rather, over thirty-one heads and briefly reported everything to Claudius: first, he found the elder of the local community, and then set him a task. The elder did not show initiative, but after a short persuasion with threats to his health, he immediately became more compliant and remembered a large empty sheepfold nearby. The owner with the flock was somewhere on a distant pasture and would not return soon. In the spring, the sheepfold was cleaned and had been standing empty for about three months, so, in Sixtus’s words, “the aroma inside is quite acceptable.” Out of the goodness of his heart, the old man lent “your valiant legionaries” two large braziers and a bundle of firewood to boot. Now the gods can envy us!

After a few more hours, the young patrician was more than full and even a little drunk. He looked at the sun, which had almost touched the mountain peaks far to the west and decided: it’s time! He entered the barn, where the soldiers were feasting, and sat down next to the decurion.

How many sentries did you post around the camp?
Two, commander. Do you think it’s not enough?
Enough. Listen, I will be away for a while… I will return by the third watch.
Alone, at night, in an unfamiliar

Виктор Скормин   02.09.2024 19:32   Заявить о нарушении

Я вижу что ИИ перевёл только часть текста ... след. часть пришлось бы загрузить отдельно

Виктор Скормин   02.09.2024 19:35   Заявить о нарушении

Благодарю Вас, Виктор, за столь необычный и интересный отклик!

К сожалению, я не владею английским и не могу оценить качество перевода,
но верю Вам на слово. Redneck - красношеий - Rotnacken (нем.) Заметно родство
языков, жаль только, что такие совпадения нечасты.

Настолько титулованная особа пишет мне впервые - это лестно!

С уважением,

Серж Левен   03.09.2024 10:14   Заявить о нарушении

Серж,
"Redneck" означает деревенщина или сельский хам.
Вопрос не в этом и не в качестве перевода. Я просто продемонстрировал, что технически, при наличии желания, не сложно превратить Ваши рассказы в книгу на Английском языке, что дало бы Вам значительную финансовую отдачу, а если бы на ее основе сделали голливудский фильм, гигантскую финансовую отдачу. Я бы лично в этом проекте не участвовал по причине возрастной лени и своего финансового положения, и своей доли "отдачи" не хотел. Ключевые слова здесь "при наличии желания". Но похоже, что Ваш ответ я уже получил. Если передумаете, дайте знать. Мне обидно что в Вашей стране всё строится на песке.
Насчёт свинины: с моего стола она не сходит
Всего доброго.
В.

Виктор Скормин   03.09.2024 17:03   Заявить о нарушении

<Мне обидно что в Вашей стране всё строится на песке.>

Я живу в Германии, Виктор, уже более 30-и лет. Этнический немец из т.н.
"советских немцев" и, кстати, в некотором роде мы земляки: я вырос в Караганде.
Не могли бы Вы, с помощью Copilot Microsoft перевести вторую часть рассказа
и сбросить её сюда же? Я обьединю обе половины в отдельной папке и покажу
своим детям, хорошо владеющим английским.
Вы вообще первый, кто натолкнул меня эту мысль: мне стало интересно, как
отнесутся сын и дочь к моим потугам? Английский у них отличный, а вот по-русски
ни бельмеса...
В зависимости от их реакции будем думать дальше...

Благодарю Вас сердечно!

Серж Левен   04.09.2024 11:19   Заявить о нарушении

Я очень за Вас и за Ваших детей рад. Горжусь что мои внуки не збают языка русских. Доброму человеку ТАМ не место. Сейчас у меня глубокая ночь - завтра переведу. Надо чтобы дети освоили ИИ - русский азык знать не надо - русский текст надо просто копиривать по кускам и вводить в ИИ, если они захотят, пусть позвонят мне на ВотсАпп 1-607-972-9298, я им подскажу

Виктор Скормин   04.09.2024 11:34   Заявить о нарушении

Alone, at night, in an unfamiliar city? With all due respect, tribune, this is a frivolous undertaking. May I know where to?
On a date with a lovely Jewish girl! I don’t think it could be dangerous.
This lovely Jewish girl can’t lure the commander of the Jerusalem garrison into a trap? By Mars, I don’t like this! The Zealot rebels will have a good laugh. I have a proposal, if you allow…
Speak up!
I will take the legionary Livius with me… Hey, Victor! Get ready, quickly! We need to leave for a while, - Sixtus raised his voice, addressing one of the revelers, - …we will go with you, hide nearby, and sit quietly like mice. As soon as I see that the girl has come alone and everything is clear, we will quietly and unnoticed leave.
Agreed! We take weapons with us, of course…
And she came! And there were long conversations about distant lands unknown to Miriam, about wonderful animals she had never seen, about the moon, especially large and bright that night. And the leaves of the olive trees, pale green in the daylight, now seemed cast from pure silver. And there were tender and timid touches at first, and moist hot lips merging in a kiss and … … Everything that usually happens to young people everywhere and at all times happened!

And in the morning, our hero on a white horse raised his turma and was gone. He dissolved in the road dust as if he had never been there…

At first, Miriam often remembered Claudius and thought about him for a long time. The black athletic lorica, inlaid with silver, the spatha* polished to a shine with a handle adorned with pure gold, the red cloak with a large diamond clasp, the gray laughing eyes, the short-cropped dark blond hair… But gradually, daily affairs and worries began to push this image into the background when the girl suddenly discovered with surprise that her belly began to round and grow. She observed this strange phenomenon for some time and finally became convinced - her belly was slowly but surely growing… Miriam decided that it was better to immediately tell her mother everything.

Heavens, what have you done, you brainless fool! - Anna raised her hands to the ceiling, and tears flowed down her cheeks. - What a disgrace on our heads! Do you understand that they will stone you in the square?! But no, your father will not allow this - he will kill you himself first! Praise the Almighty, he is now in Jerusalem, and we still have some time… Anna pulled herself together and calmed down, - I will go to my relative Eliza right now - she is wise, cunning, and knows how to keep her mouth shut…
Anna returned home late in the evening. All this time, Miriam waited for her arrival with fear and hope…

Everything is arranged, thank God! Listen to me carefully: Eliza has an acquaintance, an old man living nearby. He is a carpenter, originally from Bethlehem, but he stayed in our city in search of work. He is so old that he has lost his manly strength, and his mind has weakened; but he is gentle, kind to everyone in his dealings, and harmless. Eliza invited him to her house, and we talked to him. And his name is Joseph. And it was told to Joseph that there is a young maiden, beautiful and of good character. And the maiden had a vision in her sleep - an archangel with a beautiful face appeared to her and said: “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and you will conceive from him immaculately. And you will bear in your womb the Messenger of God and the Deliverer of the tribes of Israel from sorrow and distress. And this is the will of God!” And so it happened.
And Joseph believed this?! - Miriam exclaimed in surprise.
Do not interrupt! Listen further: it was also told to the carpenter that people are distrustful and evil, and therefore the immaculate maiden needs a husband and protector, and the archangels chose him - Joseph! Whether he believed it or not - I do not know, but who in his state and position would refuse a young and beautiful wife?!
And everything was done as planned. Upon Joachim’s return, Joseph and Miriam were married, and soon they were wed. And seven months later (this sometimes happens, and there is no sin in it), Miriam gave birth to a baby boy, and Joseph named him Yeshua.

And the dream of the proconsul of Syria, legate-suffect Publius Sulpicius Quirinius, came true, but he never knew about it…

*Decurion - commander of a turma *Turma - a cavalry unit of a legion consisting of 30 horsemen *Lorica - a type of armor *Legate-suffect - commander of two or more legions *Military tribune - a position in the legion’s staff *Pass - a measure of length, about 1.5 meters *Posca - water mixed with vinegar for disinfection *Lupanar - a brothel *Spatha - a long cavalry sword

Виктор Скормин   04.09.2024 18:08   Заявить о нарушении

Спасибо, Виктор!

Серж Левен   05.09.2024 10:24   Заявить о нарушении