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Gata. Nu stiu pentru ce iti trebuie dar am incercat s-o traduc atat corect gramatical dar pastrand si o cursivitate in limba engleza. Asa incat unele cuvinte nu-s traduse chair mot-amot, ca ar fi sunat ciudat in engleza. Daca ai nevoie de modificari, just say it:
"Fiecare om isi alcatuieste de-a lungul
vietii un edificiu afectiv. Masura in care
el este e data de consistenta acestui
edificiu, de mina aceea de oameni — ei nu pot fi
multi — pe care i-a preluat in el si pe care
i-a iubit fara rest, fara
umbra, si impotriva carora spiritul lui
critic, chiar daca a fost prezent, a ramas
neputincios. Acesti oameni putini, care ne
fac pe fiecare in parte sa nu regretam
ca sintem, reprezinta, chit ca o
stim sau nu, stratul de protectie care ne
ajuta sa trecem prin viata.
Every person builds an affective structure throughout life. The way the person is depends on that group of people—they can’t be many- which the person took inside and loved without expectations, without shadows and against which the person’s critical spirit-even if it was present- remained helpless. These few people, which make each one of us not to regret that we exist, represent, even if we know it or not, the protection layer which helps us pass through life.
Fiecare om "face fata" la ce i se
intimpla pentru ca este protejat in felul
acesta. Fara acest zid de fiinte iubite
care ne inconjoara (indiferent ca ele sint
sau nu in viata), noi nu am fi buni de
nimic. Ne-am destrama precum intr-o
atmosfera in care frecarea este prea mare. Sau
ne-am pierde, ne-am rataci pur si
simplu in viata. Daca ura
celorlalti — covirsitoare uneori! —,
invidia lor, mirsavia lor sint neputincioase
este pentru ca exista citiva oameni pe
care ii iubim pina la capat."
Each person handles what happens to them because they are protected this way. Without this wall of beloved people that surrounds us(no matter if they are alive or not), we would be good for nothing. We would dissintegrate like in an atmosphere where the abrasion is too strong. Or we would be lost, we would simply be lost through life. If the others’ hatred—overwhelming sometimes!- their envy, their infamy are helpless, it is because there are these few people which we love till the end.
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