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Mathemat:

... It's as if it wasn't written by an IT specialist, but by God knows who (see highlighted in green)...

Of course the average journalist didn't know that RAM and RAM are the same thing in different languages!
 
Who has a match or lighter?
 
Just heard - Gurchenko died. It seemed that she would always be there. Alas - not everyone is eternal...
 
moskitman:

Did you translatethe lyrics? In Russian and in prose it's rubbish, even though I like the song myself.

What's wrong with it? I didn't translate it. Why? - I understand English text all right, but if you need a lit. translation, not a word-for-word translation, you can make an effort.

But... is it worth it? )))

 

Generally speaking, literary translation is not an easy thing. How many versions of Hamlet's soliloquy? Twenty at least. And that's just the famous poets.

Ha! And E.A. Poe's famous Nevermore Raven? All the poets of the Silver Age seem to have made their mark...

Shorter. I mean longer. Translation isn't about what you translate, it's about how you feel. That's the problem...

 
Svinozavr:
Just heard - Gurchenko died. It seemed that she would always be there. Alas - not everyone is eternal...
"it" happens to others, it can't happen to me, it's me, and I'm not them... the fear of death, motherfucker... the only way to fight it is to realize that everyone has been through it and compare it to sleep, it's no big deal that we fall asleep, the sleeper doesn't care how long the dream lasts... nature's a bitch...
 
sever30:
"it's happening to others, it can't be to me, it's me and I'm not them... the fear of fucking death... the only way to deal with it is to realize that everyone has been through it and to compare it to sleep, no big deal, we fall asleep... Nature's a bitch...

"... Show me who made it all up,

I'd strangle him here myself..." // BG

 
sever30:
"it" happens to others, it can't happen to me, it's me and I'm not them... the fear of fucking death... it can only be dealt with by knowing that everyone has been through it and comparing it to sleep, it's no big deal that we fall asleep... nature's a bitch...

They say that soon man will be able to exist in the bowels of the computer, possessing and analyzing all incoming information. I keep thinking, in what part of the brain does the man himself sit, what part does not take the man, and where does he sit? I do not understand.
 
Once upon a time, a long time ago, I really liked the girl in transition - Zemfira. And here is her song sung by Ludmila Markovna.

God... what a pity...

 
Svinozavr:
I just heard - Gurchenko's dead. It seemed that she would always be there. Alas - not everyone is eternal...

She's a great lady!... She'll live on as long as we can remember her. There aren't many ARTISTS like her left. Soon there won't be any. The Soviet era will end with them.

There are no equals to replace them. It's all drab. Yes, and the directors are modern... They make everything so fake... The good movies are over.

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