An Excerpt from Chapter Four of "On Walden Pond" Translated from English to Russian to English to Spanish to English
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BUT UNTIL they limit US to the MOMENT books; nevertheless, selected and they are absolutely classic, and only the languages written specific read, that the unique dialects and provincial, we in the danger to forget the language that all the things and the cases speak without the metaphor, that independently abundant and is standard. Much is published, but a little is printed. The rays that cross to rigid not [dlinnimi] will be remembered when [is rigid vsetsello] is extracted. Any discipline of the method cannot replace the necessity to be in favor of always in the alarm signal. Which the course of the general consideration or the poetry of history, without concerning the good fact as far as select, or is one better same society or she herself charmer the regime of the life, he compares itself with discipline to watch what that will be always seen? You will be the reader, the student simply, or the fortune teller? He reads his but, those that before you, and of long walk are future in future. [2]
I did not read the book a summer; I hoed the bean. Negative answer, I improved frequently that this. There were the times at which I he could not allow to equip [tsvetene] with the present moment of a ninguÌ n work, head or hands I to love the allowed limit extensive life. Sometimes, in the morning of the summer, if it is assumed that my customary bath, I sat down in my solar entrance of the exit of the sun at noon, enraptured in dream, between the pines and the hard nuts and sumachs, in unperturbed solitude and calm, until they are you would revolotearan the birds sing all around any quiet one through the house, by at sunset inside in my western window, or the noise of insurance of traveller' car s in the distant highway, was lapse of the resembled time. I grew at night in those stations like maize, and were far better how it would be any work of hands. ] From my life was not by the time [vichtennym, but so it is much on and my permission generally. I realised what of Eastern it means the contemplation and leaving of works. Generally, to memorise not as the hours send. The day was advanced if we so that it illuminates the certain work of my; this one was the morning, and, now it is equaled, and nothing realised memorable. Instead of singing like birds, I smiled quiet in my incessant success. In proportion with the sparrow trill had his, sitting down to the hard nut before my door, thus my laughter or pressed gorjeo had the I that could hear of my hierarchial structuring. My days were not the days of week, taking the stamp of any pagan deity, they were not who itched in the hours and that worried to do tictac the hours; for me I lived like the Indians on puri, (1) to whom in the rumors that " for yesterday, today, and they will have only one word tomorrow, and express variety to means by way to behind indicate it yesterday ahead for the general man¢ana, and expenses to pass day." (2) this was perpendicular idleness of companions - the citizens, any doubt; but blocks of the bird and impression judged after I by its standard, then I am not due to find to want. The man must find his cases in, I eats truth. The natural day is very calm, and will prove again its indolencia just.
[3] Tenía this advantage, at least, in my regime of the lives, on which] for the diversion was forced to watch [close zarubezhom, to the society and the theater, that was my life itself and my diversion and never stopped being [to Roman]. It was the drama many endless places and. If always, [deistvitelno], we obtained our life, and we were regulated our lives according to the past and the best regime, later we learned, we must never be worried with the languor. He follows his genius of fence sufficiently, and he will not know to demonstrate that flay to him perspective that each of the hour of domestic task was pleasant pastime. When my sex was dirty, I rose previous, and, [ustanavlivayushch] whole my furniture of the doors in the grass, [byudzhetya] of the bed and armor of the bed that did but one, water left in the field, and white sand sprinkled of the ignited pool I eat, and after this with sweeps of mopping clean him and whiteness; and villager the sun broke rapid by then in the morning that dried my house sufficiently to allow that it moves inside again, and my meditations almost uninterrupted.
He was pleasant to outside see my all the influences of the home in the grass, doing the small pile like gypsy' package s, and my three-legged the table, of which I did not extract the book and I did not write and inks, [stoyashch] between the pines and the hard nuts. They themselves seemed by glad going away, and if to be brought little arranged inside. They persuaded to extend the awning to me sometimes exceeds and to accept my place there. The time interval was cost to see, that the sun shone in these things, and he hears, who the free wind blows in them; as much more interesting the most familiar objects watch of the doors that in the house. The bird feels in the following branch, [zhizn] - eternal it grows underneath the table, and of the bars of the blackberries worked with around his feet; the cones of the pine, burs of the chestnut, and the leaves are the strawberries of spilled surrounds. It watched if this one were way these forms that arrived to be transferred in our furniture, in the tables, to [stulam], and the armors of the bed - because they were placed once in his center.