M. R. Galiyeva final exam on translation of literary texts for 1

Task 3. Translate the excerpt from Uzbek into English (15 points).

Hayot poyezdga o'xshaydi. Birov chiqadi, birov tushib qoladi. Ma'lum bir bekatlar orasida kim bilandir tanishasan, do'st tutinasan. Ko'nglingga o'tirishib qolsa, yana uchrashishga ahdlashib, xayr-xo'shlashasan. Hayot poyezdidan esa, kimki tushib qolsa, u bilan qayta ko'rishmaysan...

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Task 1. Answer the question: What is the interpreter's knowledge of stylistic techniques? (metaphors, paraphrasis, simile etc.) (5 points)


Task 2. Compare the extracts below, explaining the tools of translation (10 points).

“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1843)

Edgar Allan Po. “Yurak” (hikoyadan parcha) Rus tilidan Rustam Jabborov tarjimasi

Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men -- but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror! --this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! --and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! --

Anavilar nega ketmayapti? U yoqdan-bu yoqqa bezovtalanib borib kelaverdim. Mehmonlar meni xavotirga solib qo‘yishgandi. Ovozing o‘chgur ovoz esa, varanglab borayotir. E Xudo! Nima qilishim kerak? A’zoi badanimni ter bosdi, o‘z-o‘zimcha so‘kina boshladim. Mening qurbonim qo‘nim topgan pol ustida turgan stulni asabiy aylantiraman, uyoq-buyoqqa siljitib, go‘yoki, shu bilan la’nati tovushni tinchitmoqchi bo‘laman — u esa battar avjiga minadi. Balandlab boraverdi, boraverdi, boraverdi… Mehmonlar esa, hech gap bo‘lmagandek o‘zlaricha gurunglashib o‘tiraverdilar. Nahotki, ularga eshitilmayapti? Yo‘q, yo‘q, o, parvardigori olam! Ular eshitishgan, bilishadi, shunchaki, mening qo‘rqayotganimni ko‘rib, kalaka qilishyapti. Menga o‘sha payti shunday tuyulgandi, haliyam shunday tuyuladi. Nima bo‘lsa, bo‘ldi — shu azobdan qutulsam bas. Ularning masxaraomuz tirjayishiga ortiqcha toqat qilolmayman. Bu kinoyali tabassumlarga boshqa chidolmayman. Agar hozir qichqirib yubormasam, aniq o‘laman. O‘h la’nati ovoz, qulog‘imni teshib yuboradi hozir.