Sevenmin: посты

До победного релиза перевода осталось незагорами уже). Потом ведь – DLC. Для более быстрой и качественной корректировки нужен их черновой перевод. 37.7 застряло почти на неделю, это ведь уже в ближайшее время темпы замедлит. Не отчаивайтесь, ваша помощь очень нужна, давайте добьем наконец перевод все вместе.

Примите эту просьбу вместе с благодарностью за уже проделанный труд.

Кто хочет пишите сюда переведенные стихи. Это дело ускорит. Что стихи можно в переводе найти я знаю и там ними тоже занимаюсь)), просто я перевожу медленее чем редактирую стих. А в последнем имею определенный опыт, так что рад помочь, пишите сюда. Этот пост носит добровольное начало и обращен к переводящим стихи людям... не тратьте время на критику.

Такой вот стих, из последних непереведенных в мэйне

9210 Harrol was a saucy lad, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9211 Of grins and jeers and gropes. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9212 The coin he gave to the common lass {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9213 He won from common dopes. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9214 But the local girls knew Harrol well {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9215 In daytime and the dark, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9216 And though he had their fun, all told, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9217 His actions left their mark. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9218 No girl for evening fun was found {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9219 When Harrol had his ale. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9220 But what about Harrol's small wounds? {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9221 In here you'll find the tale. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9222 He took his drink and stumbled out {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9223 Into the darkened wood. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9224 For a Fae wench he gave a shout {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9225 Though it did him no good. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9226 Until he tripped, and fell, and cursed -- {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9227 So blinded by the dark. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9228 And though his luck had seemed the worst {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9229 He soon sang like a lark. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9230 «This is the fur of a Fae maid!» {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9231 He said in slurred voice! {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9232 «She's huge and limp, and fair for play!» {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9233 He made the only choice. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9234 His trousers down, his passions flared {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9235 He groped with drunken hand. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9236 And when his love did not respond, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9237 He began as he dared. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9238 But it was not a Fae, you know {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9239 That Harrol laid with then. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9240 The bear did not wake to tell him so. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9241 'Til Harrol tried again. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9242 He got a scratch, a bite, a paw, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9243 Not strange for Harrol's deeds. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9244 But in the moonlight, when he saw {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9245 He should have taken heed. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9246 He stumbled back to town, strength spent, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9247 And no pants to his name. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9248 And knew that he must soon repent. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9249 Before the teasing came. {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9250 Harrol said he fought a bear, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9251 And stretched his tale so tall {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!
9252 But many seemed to take it true, {WINDOWS_EOL}!!!

9253 But though his wounds were small.
9254 Harrol, How Your Wounds are Small