Also, ich hab keine Seite gefunden und deshalb notdegrungen selber ein Märchen übersetzt.
Das referat lief dann ganz gut und cih bekam ne 1. JUHU.
Für alle die`s wissen wollen, hier meine übersetzung:
The boy who had no story
Years ago there was a lad, Paddy Ahern. He was kind to everyone however he wasn’t welcome in folks` houses, because you could also put a stone in the corner. Yeah, dumb like a stone was Paddy when he should entertain the others. No song he could sing, no story he could tell he could neither narrate a riddle or a joke.
Once Paddy worked for farmers in the area of Limerick, ones for this, ones for those and spend the nights where it was possible. But soon he realized that he also wasn’t welcome here in the houses were he stayed overnight. For the people were indeed hospitable, but they expected that a stranger will have some news to tell or could shorten the evenings with some tales and songs. Poor Paddy was disappointed, but what should he do?
So one evening he walked trough a lonely path, because he hadn’t found a place to stay for the night yet. Suddenly he saw a light in house a bit apart in the field. Paddy jumped over the ditch, went to the house and knocked on the door. It was a strange house, big and dark, and the door was opened by a curious tall and dark man. “Welcome, Paddy Ahern!”, said the man. ”Come in and rest a bit.” Paddy was surprised that the man knew his name, but he hadn’t enough courage to ask, for it was a really strange place. They ate together and then the man showed Paddy where he could sleep. Paddy took off his clothes and went to sleep, tired as he was.
However, he didn’t get much sleep this night. He just closed his eyes, when the door was opened loudly and three men entered, carried a coffin - it seemed to be very heavy. The landlord wasn’t there. “Who will help us to carry the coffin?”, asked a man the other two. “Paddy Ahern, who else?!”, they said.
Now Paddy had to stand up, to dress up and went with a man to the footend of the coffin, the other two went to the topend and then they carried the coffin out the house through the fields, further und further through ditches and hedges. It didn’t take long and Paddy was absolutely wet, dirty and completely clawed. If Paddy stopped, in order to rest, the men scolded him and if he stumbled and fell over they beat him with their feet, until he stood up again. He felt like nothing on earth.
Finally they arrived at a man-high wall – horribly lonely it was there. “Who will lift the coffin above the wall?”, asked one of the men. “Paddy Ahern, who else?”, said the others. And now Paddy had to heave the big coffin over the wall on his own, which was nearly impossible. When he finally got the coffin over the wall he saw that they stood on a graveyard. Paddy couldn’t stand any longer. The men didn’t leave him alone, though.
“Who will dig the grave?” asked one. “Paddy Ahern, who else?” They gave him a spade and Paddy shoveled a grave. At last when the hole was dug out, one of the men said: “Who will open the coffin?” – “Paddy Ahern, who else?!” Paddy almost died of fear but, what should he do? He knelt down, opened the coffin with shivering fingers and put down the cap. And imagine: The coffin – as heavy as it was - was empty.
“Who will lay into the coffin?“ – “Paddy Ahern, who else?” The three men wanted to punch Paddy, but he didn’t wait any longer, he jumped up, hopped over the wall and ran away through the fields as fast as he could. And the three men went after him, they screamed and hooted, a nice chivvy that was! Paddy ran and ran like he had never run in his life but still the men nearly caught him several times, but somehow Paddy always could escaped in the nick of time.
There he saw in the distance a light in a window and he ran to the light. “Open the door”, he cried already from the distance, “open the door, for heaven’s sake, and rescue me!”
The door opened and Paddy collapsed in the kitchen. And who had opened the door? A curious, tall and dark man. That was too much for Paddy, he collapsed unconsciously.
When Paddy woke up, it was already morning and he lay in the bed where he had fallen asleep the night before. The landlord made tea in the kitchen. There was nobody else. “Ah, finally awake, Paddy?”, he asked. ”I hope, you slept well?”
“Not a bit”, said Paddy. “Totally smashed I am because of my experience at the night. And I won’t stay any longer in this house! I will go!” He stood up and put on his clothes, which lay in front of the bed. Yeah, they were clean and dry, without any tears, without stains, without any trace of the adventure of the night. Paddy didn’t know what to make of it, he picked up his bundle and briskly went to the door.
“Listen, Paddy”, said the landlord. “I felt sorry for you, how you were gadding about without a song, without a story. But, say yourself before you leave: Haven’t you now got a wonderful story to tell?”
Paddy didn’t give an answer, just went out the house and only as he passed the ditch, did he look back – but there was nothing, no trace of a house, just fields, on which sheep grazed.
MfG,
Rusrik
PS: Damit verlasse ich bis auf weiteres dieses forum, viel Spaß noch allen ud tschüss!
