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«Бай Ганьо в операта» — R06 (lead, source-only, single pass), v1

Source. Алеко Константинов, «Бай Ганьо. Невероятни разкази за един съвременен българин» (1895), the chapter «Бай Ганьо в операта». Public domain: Konstantinov 1863–1897. Copy-text: Bulgarian Wikisource, page Бай Ганьо/Бай Ганьо в операта, fetched 2026-08-12 via action=raw; the fetched page is src-raw.txt and the stripped working text (template and category lines removed, nothing else altered) is src.txt. 9 paragraphs, 677 Bulgarian words, 3,827 non-space characters, read whole in Bulgarian.

Regime. R06 v1.0 — lead agent, source only, single pass, no return pass, log written as the draft is written.

Cost. $0. Lead translation is never ledgered (charter §3, A4).

Contamination: suspected, and the basis is that it cannot be measured. One English translation of Бай Ганьо exists — Friedman, Kramer, Fielder and Rudin, University of Wisconsin Press, 2010, the first into English and still the only one. It is in copyright, was not consulted, and is not reachable by this project, so tools/dependence_check.py has no comparator to run against and no overlap figure exists for this work in either direction. The declaration is suspected rather than none because a 2010 university-press translation may sit in the lead's training data and the project's standing rule (CLAUDE.md) forbids calling an unmeasured declaration none where a comparator exists but is out of reach. No claim made on these three renderings turns on independence from a published English rendering: all three arms are the same hand under three frozen rule sets, and the contrast is within-lead.

Lineage. First rendering of this work in the project. Bulgarian is a new source language here. Rendered before R07-v1 and R08-v1 in the same session and the same reading; the three form a ladder in the sense of RS-20260807e / RS-20260808c, matched on translator, session, source and reading depth, and unmatched on order (see §Known exposure in the log).

Bai Ganyo at the Opera

I talked Bai Ganyo into walking over to the opera and taking tickets for the evening. They were giving the ballet Puppenfee and I forget what else. We passed the Greek café, turned off toward the Café Mendl, where the Bulgarians gather, and made for St. Stephen's. Here on the square I invited Bai Ganyo to stop in at a confectioner's, not supposing that the character of Don Juan could get in under Bai Ganyo's skin. But the wonders civilization will work! I should tell you that I was studying in Vienna at the time; I had been home for the holidays and was on my way back, and it was on the road to Vienna that we fell in with Bai Ganyo. I went to that confectioner's often and knew the girl at the counter very well, a pretty, cheerful young thing — cheerful, but she carried herself properly and allowed no liberties. And imagine it, gentlemen: in we come, Bai Ganyo and I, we go up to the counter, the girl greets me gaily with a welcome, I answer her with a few playful pleasantries and turn away to pick myself out something sweet, and just then an outraged shriek deafened the whole place…

— What's happened, Bai Ganyo, did you do something to her? — I cried, alarmed and angry.

— I never, brother, what would I have done — Bai Ganyo answered, tangled up, in a shaking voice.

The girl, angry to the last degree, her face flaming, told me in a loud voice that Bai Ganyo had offended against her by act, had laid hold of her, and not only laid hold of her but… She wanted to call the policeman. A scandal!

— Get out of here quick, Bai Ganyo; if the policeman catches you your business is cracked, go on up the street, I'll catch you up — I cried with feigned indignation, and I very nearly laughed out loud looking at Bai Ganyo's tragicomic figure.

— What's she ruffling herself up at me for! — said Bai Ganyo boldly, on his way out. — Sankim, she's honest, is she? I know the women in these parts. Show them your purse — and all at once it's gut morgin — but your Bai Ganyo is nobody's fool!…

It was fated that I should round off the impressions of that day with one more little adventure, and the hero of it was our Bai Ganyo again.

At the opera they were giving, as I told you, the ballet puppenfe. We took seats in the stalls. The theatre was full. Bai Ganyo's dun-coloured little suit leapt to the eye against the general dark ground of the costumes. The curtain went up. Silence — dead. Everyone with their eyes fixed on the fantastically decorated stage. I could feel that on my right Bai Ganyo was shifting about, grunting, but I cannot tear my eyes from the stage: the pictures of the ballet kept changing at the wave of a magic wand, various groups of dancers appear, vanish; on the stage now darkness, now one colour of light, now many — an extravaganza! Out of the general body of dancers one broke away, came forward with small quick steps to the front of the stage, stopped, sprang, and went floating through the air, propped on nothing but the tip of one foot… At that very moment, behind my back, a hysterical ha-ha-ha-ha! split the air. I turn to the left — all the rows behind me are tittering and pointing at something on my right. Something bad went through my mind that instant. I turn to Bai Ganyo… God! What do I see! Bai Ganyo has got himself down to his shirtsleeves and unbuttoned his waistcoat, which was pinching him from the vials of attar stuffed into his sash: one of the theatre attendants has him by the sleeve with two fingers and is making him perfectly unambiguous signs with his head to step outside; Bai Ganyo has goggled up at him and is answering him with signs too — "sankim, and who are you going to frighten?" It is precisely this bully-boy moment that wrings the hysterical laugh out of a little girl who was sitting behind us, and that laugh infected the whole theatre. A picture! And imagine it, gentlemen, I look, sunk with shame, toward the boxes — as though somebody were pulling me to look — and my eyes meet the eyes, fastened on me, of a whole German family I knew, in whose house I had been very well received, and in their eyes I read sincere pity for my desperate position. And all the while Bai Ganyo was pulling energetically at my sleeve:

— Come on, let's get out, leave them be, these yids — I'll get them under my hand yet, you wait!…

Translator's log

Written as the draft was written, decision by decision. Frozen and committed before any evaluation of this rendering was designed. Decisions and alternatives, not quality claims.

1. The name, and the honorific in it

«Бай» is a folk honorific for an older man — roughly uncle, but attached to a first name and carrying provincial familiarity rather than kinship. Live options: (a) keep Bai untranslated; (b) Uncle Ganyo; (c) drop it and write Ganyo; (d) old Ganyo. Took (a). The title is doing characterising work in the Bulgarian — it is how the narrator, who is a Sofia intellectual, keeps a half-step of ironic distance from his companion — and Uncle imports an English warmth the Bulgarian does not have. The cost is that an English reader learns nothing from the word.

The Bulgarian declines the name: «бай Ганьо» in the nominative, «бай Ганя» in the accusative after prepositions. English cannot show it. Fixed on Bai Ganyo throughout.

2. «санким»

A Turkish loan, roughly as if, supposedly, so they say — an interjected sneer. In this chapter it appears twice, once in speech and once in the reported sign-language at the opera, and both times it is the single word that places the speaker socially: an educated Sofia Bulgarian of 1895 would not say it. Live options: as if; sure she is; supposedly; keep sankim. Kept it, transliterated, and did not gloss it. What is given up is intelligibility at first pass; what is kept is the fact that the character reaches for an Ottoman word at exactly the two moments when he is being shameless.

3. «гут моргин»

Guten Morgen mangled and written in Cyrillic. The joke is triple: he is in Vienna, he cannot say the German, and what he means is then they're all sweetness. Live options: (a) good morning plain; (b) goot mornink — mangle the English spelling of German; (c) keep gut morgin transliterated letter for letter. Took (c). (b) would have moved the mangling into a stage-German that is an English comic convention with its own history, which is a bigger addition than it looks.

4. «мускали» and «пояс»

He is a rose-oil pedlar. «Мускали» are the small vials of attar he carries as samples; «пояс» is the long wound sash a Bulgarian man of that class wore. Rendered vials of attar and sash — glossed by choosing an English word that carries the thing, rather than transliterated. Note the inconsistency with §2 and §3, which is deliberate and is the whole difficulty of this text: the Turkish words that are objects I have Englished, and the Turkish words that are register I have kept.

5. «бозави дрешки»

«Бозав» is a dowdy greyish-fawn — the colour of undyed homespun. «Дрешки» is a diminutive of clothes and the diminutive is the narrator's contempt, not affection. Dun-coloured little suit takes the colour and the diminutive and loses the homespun.

6. «бабаитски»

Another Turkish loan: the swagger of a neighbourhood tough. Options: swaggering, bully-boy, cock-of-the-walk, braggart. Took bully-boy, which is the only English option I could find that is a noun-adjective of the same social kind. Swaggering is a description; «бабаитски» is a category.

7. «чифути»

A slur. Bulgarian has the neutral «евреин» and the contemptuous «чифутин», and Konstantinov's sentence uses the contemptuous one in the mouth of the man the book exists to expose. Live options: Jews, these Jews, yids. Took yids. Rendering it neutrally would have made the last line of the chapter merely rude instead of the thing the satire is aimed at, and the whole construction of the book is that its hero condemns himself in his own words. Nothing in the English marks it as the author's; nothing in the Bulgarian does either.

8. The fragments and the exclamations

«Скандал!» «Картина!» «Тишина — мъртва.» These are the oral register of a man telling the story to a room of listeners, and the chapter opens and closes inside that frame («представете си, господа»). Kept as fragments — A scandal!, A picture!, Silence — dead. — with the dash in the third holding the inversion the Bulgarian has.

9. The tense

The Bulgarian slides into the present at the two moments of crisis — «влизаме ний», «обръщам се», «какво виждам» — and back into the past outside them. Kept the slide exactly where it falls, including the one place where a single sentence has both («I could feel… but I cannot tear my eyes»), which reads as an error in English and is not one in the Bulgarian.

10. «работата ти е спукана»

Literally your business is cracked. English has your goose is cooked, which is the same force and the same idiomatic level. Wrote your business is cracked — a calque — because in a single pass the calque was what came, and because goose would put an English farmyard into a Vienna street. Recorded as a live choice that a return pass would have reopened; R06 has no return pass.

11. «приключенийце»

Diminutive of adventure, ironising. Little adventure. English can only do the diminutive with an adjective and so spends a word where Bulgarian spends a suffix.

Known exposure

R06 is a single pass with no return pass, so at least one thing in the above is wrong and stands. This rendering was made first of the three in this session's ladder, from the source alone; R07-v1 and R08-v1 were made after it, in the same reading, and are therefore downstream of it in a way it is not downstream of them. Any comparison across the three inherits that asymmetry.