The translator is an author, a writer who does not start writing from scratch, but from a text written in a language that he has to translate into a different language, adapting it at the same time. The translator not only has to transfer the lexical and syntactic aspect, in fact, a set of words, although well constructed at the syntactic level is not enough, it is not very comprehensible and will lack that "something" that every good translator has to give to the text . The fact that a translated text must remain faithful to the meaning of the original text, without compromising the linguistic norms of the target language, is a key principle of translation, more or less shared by everyone. From this principle all the considerations of the translator and the translation techniques that he chooses are based or have to be based. The translator, as far as possible, has to try to overcome the obstacle of double translation and try to make his version as similar as possible to the original. A so-called "bridge language" is sometimes used.
your answer is "in the past" hope this helps but please tell me if im wrong have a great day
Opinion, a terrible opinion because Dallas Stars are the best, but opinion lol.
It was a brisk summer evening. Gray came to the edge of the lake that surounded his grandparents summer house. He looked at the sunset for a while and then remebered what he has promised to his grandmother Lily. Book was hanging from his pocket, as he stepped over a rock and sat on the moss covered ground. The sun was turning the horizon into the warmest hug. The book belonged to his mother Anna, who passed away just over a year ago. Since then, Gray has been living with his grandparents in the country side. Anna was a beautiful woman, who served as a public defender. She was not at home a lot of the times, which meant that Gray had to learn how to take care of himself since the early age. He had a lot of friends from school and he spent a lot of time playing with them around the neighboorhod. He never met his father and Anna never cared to speak about him. It all happened so suddenly. One night, his mother was rushed to the hospital and he never saw her again. He could not remember the last conversation they had, but it was probably something related to his home work and his lack of discipline. He never enjoyed studying. His mind was alwyas set on some skeem or a project that he needed to complete. Sitting and reading seemd so boring and unnececcary. As he was opening the first page of the book, a piece a of paper fell into his lap and he recognized his mothers writting. The sun casted the last rays of golden light and he started reading, rushing through the words before the nightfall.
