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とても長いのですが翻訳のお力添えを願います

 Lazzero was called to Pisa to his great and rich inheritance. When he had entered into possession, he took only one mansevant to serve along with the old woman, and he kept on the steward who looked after the land and the crops.  Now all the world at once wanted to find him a wife, forgetting all about his coarseness and his stupidity. But he replied resolutely that he wanted to wait four years longer, and then he would think about it : so after that, not a word more was said, for they knew his nature. He, by way of living a gay life, refused to associate with any man of birth, and fled from conversation faster than devils flee from the cross.  By good luck there lived opposite him a poor man called Gabriello, with a wife named Santa, and two children, one a boy of five and the other a girl of three, and that was all they were, in their little house. But Gabriello was a fisher and a bird-catcher and a perfect maker of cages, and he kept his family as best he could by his fishing and his bird-catching, helped all the same by his wife, who wove linen cloth.  This Gabriello, as God would have it, was so like Lazzero in the face, that it was a marvel; they were both red-haired, their beards were of the same size and thickness, so that they seemed born at the same birth: and not only were they alike in appearance and in build, but they were almost of an age, and as I have said before, their ways were so much alike, that if they'd been dressed the same, it would have been hard to find anybody who would have known them apart, even Gabriello's wife herself would have been deceived. Only the clothes made a difference, because the one was dressed in the roughest stuff, and the other in the finest cloth. (急いで打ったため、打ち間違えがあるかもしれません。)

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  • 回答No.3

まあ,いまや何でもありだからね。 知恵袋と同じ。 昔はちょっとしたそのままの和訳でもバンバン削除されてた。 もちろん,規定が変わったわけだけど。 何か言われても、すぐ ID 変えて仕切り直し。 じゃあ,twitter の内容とか,メールの内容とかならいいのか? この手の質問も極力スルー。 自分でわからんで,なんで始めるんだ? 何十問もいっぱんにというのもやめてほしい。 高校生レベルでわかるような問題もやめてほしい。 構造を聞くような質問ならいいのか, という線引きも難しいし,一律何でもありなんだろう。 昔に比べて質問の内容も回答者のレベルも下がる一方。 と,日頃気になる点をこの場をお借りして言わせてもらいました。

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  • 回答No.2

打つ間があれば、調べよう。力添えとは何ですか?丸投げされて、どうやって力添えしよーかな…

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  • 回答No.1

「力添え」ということは、「補助して助ける」という意味ですよね。 主体者になるのは質問者様であり、回答者はあくまでも補助ということですよね? とりあえず、ご自分で訳された文を載せられて、どこがどうわからないのかをお示しください。 そういないと、回答者側も「力添え」できません。

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