Repository path: workshop/translations/uj-pap/u2-R10p-v1/translation.md · rendered 2026-09-09

T-ujpap-u2-R10p-v1 — Mikszáth, «Szent Péter esernyője» I.iii, unit U2, target P

Source. workshop/translations/uj-pap/source-u2.txt, 250 Hungarian words, PG #68911.

Regime. R10, target P = A-mansfield-garden-party, propositions M01–M11 of claims.json at 109b103. Opportunity list frozen at 8d065a0.

Position in the arm order: SECOND. T-ujpap-u2-R10c-v1 was written and committed at 8897fd0 before this rendering was begun. On unit U1 the positions are the other way round.

The carryover declaration. The C rendering of this unit was not reopened while this one was written, and it was written minutes earlier by the same agent, and the translator knew that arm-to-arm overlap is the study's dependent variable. Identical in kind to the declaration on T-ujpap-u1-R10c-v1, and identically unremovable. The lead's four renderings are a description; E-20260731h-carryover is the test.

Contamination: none. Same basis as the other three renderings of this work.

Judgment. The lead never judges its own translation (charter §5).

Translation

So he was in a very sorry, lean condition, was Vistula, when the new priest arrived and the sexton showed him over his new home — the four bare walls, the garden run wild with orache, the empty stable and the empty sties.

The poor young priest smiled.

"And is all this mine?"

"All of it, all of it, everything your reverence sees here. This dog into the bargain," said Peter Szlavik, with a certain relish.

"What dog is this?"

"Why, this is what the late reverend gentleman left behind him. He stayed on after his master. We'd have knocked the poor useless creature on the head long ago, only nobody dares, for they do say the old reverend may be looking down out of heaven and come back to haunt us for it."

The dog seemed to look up at the new priest gently, sorrowfully, almost with beseeching eyes. Perhaps it was the sight of the cassock that had brought him into so melancholy a humour.

"I shall keep him myself," said the young priest, and he bent down and patted the lean beast on the back. "At least there'll be some living creature about me."

"Ay, that'll be a good thing," the sexton humoured him — for it is a rare treat to a peasant to banter a priest. "A man must begin somewhere. It might be done the other way about: first get the thing worth guarding, and then the guard. But this way will do very well, your reverence."

He smiled — he could smile as winningly as a girl. He could see for himself that no great sphere of office awaited old Vistula: he would be a private gentleman in dog society, and nothing more.

Meanwhile more and more of them were gathering in the yard: young wives who watched from a distance and said, "Lord, how young he is, and a priest already." The men came right up to him and shook him by the hand.

"God bring you to us! You'll do well here."

250 Hungarian words → 315 English words.

Translator's log

Frozen before any evaluation of this translation was designed. Codes as elsewhere in this work.

Codes: A 27 · X 2 · N 0 · 29 logged decisions.

Across the four renderings: 110 logged decisions — U1 P 28, U1 C 28, U2 C 25, U2 P 29.