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onurerikci (Onur Erikçi) · Almanca altına konu açtı. 10 yıl

Acil Yardım İstiyorum İlgilenir Misiniz?

Hepinize iyi akşamlar ben lise son öğrencisiyim öğretmenim dersten ödev verdi bu metni çevir gel diye fakat internette aradım taradım bulamadım yandex ve google çeviriyi denedim o da aşırı derecede saçma çeviriyor ve anlam ilişkisi kurup metni düzenleyemiyorum da maalesef ki. Metnin adı Hans İm Glück(ŞANSLI HANS) İnternette almancası var fakat türkçesi yok çeviren olursa paylaşabilir mi lütfen rica ediyorum sizden çok zor durumdayım getirmezsem sıfır vereceğini söyledi.

HANS IM GLÜCK (Şanslı Hans)

(Ein Märchen nach den Brüdern Grimm)

Hans hat sieben Jahre bei seinem Herrn gearbeitet, und will jetzt zu seiner Mutter nach Hause. Als Lohn für seine Arbeit gibt ihm der Herr ein großes Stück Gold. Hans sagt „ Vielen Dank“, legt das Gold in ein Tuch und geht.
Da kommt ein Reiter auf einem Pferd. „Ach”, spricht Hans laut, „das Reiten ist viel besser“. Der Reiter bleibt stehen und ruft:
-„Ach, warum gehst du Fuß?“ — „Ich muss dieses Gold nach Hause tragen. Es ist schwer. Die Schultern tun mir weh.” „Weißt du was°, sagt der Reiter, „wir wollen tauschen: Ich gebe dir mein Pferd, und du gibst mir dein Gold“.
-„Sehr gern”, antwortet Hans, „aber es ist schwer.” Der Reiter steigt ab, nimmt das Gold und hilft Hans aufs Pferd. „ Du musst nur hopp! hopp! rufen, und schon läuft das Pferd schneller.” Hans sitzt auf dem Pferd und ist sehr froh. Er ruft: „Hopp, hopp”, das Pferd läuft immer schneller — und schon liegt Hans unten.
Da kommt ein Bauer mit einer Kuh. Er sieht das Pferd und hält es fest. Hans sieht die Kuh und sagt: „Ich glaube, das Pferd bricht mir den Hals. Ich will lieber so eine Kuh. Die ist langsam. Da kann ich zu Fuß neben der Kuh gehen. Und außerdem habe ich jeden Tag Milch, Butter und Käse. Nun, sagt der Bauer, „ich will dir gern die Kuh für das Pferd geben“.
Hans nimmt die Kuh, der Bauer steigt aufs Pferd und reitet schnell weg. Die Sonne ist heiß, und Hans will die Kuh melken. Doch die Kuh ist sehr unruhig. Sie schlägt mit den Hinterbeinen aus, und Hans fällt auf den Boden.
Da kommt zum Glück ein Metzger vorbei. Der hat ein junges Schwein. Er gibt Hans zu trinken und sagt: „Die Kuh will wohl keine Milch geben. Die ist viel zu alt, die ist nur gut zum Schlachten!“ „Aber”, sagt Hans, „Kuhfleisch schmeckt nicht so gut. So ein junges Schwein ist besser.” Da gibt ihm der Metzger das Schwein für die Kuh. Hans ist froh und nimmt das Schwein.
Bald kommt ein Junge. Der hat eine schöne weiße Gans unter dem Arm. „Guten Tag! Wie geht’s?“ fragt der Junge. „Danke, gut” antwortet Hans und erzählt von seinem Glück. Der Junge aber sagt: „Im nächsten Dorf hat man ein Schwein gestohlen.” Hans bekommt Angst und sagt: “Du gehst den anderen Weg. Kannst du das Schwein nehmen? Ich möchte nur die Gans dafür” Der Junge nimmt das Schwein und gibt Hans die Gans. Der ist sehr glücklich. Jetzt hat er einen guten Braten und weiße Federn für das Kopfkissen der Mutter.
Im letzten Dorf sieht er einen Scherenschleifer. Der fragt: „Wo hast du die schöne Gans gekauft?” – „Die habe ich nicht gekauft, sondern gegen ein Schwein getauscht“. Und das Schwein?” – „Das habe ich für eine Kuh bekommen.” – „Und die Kuh?“
- “Die habe ich gegen ein Pferd getauscht“. – „Und das Pferd?” – „Das habe ich für ein großes Stück Gold bekommen“. – „Und das Gold?“
- „Ei, das war mein Lohn für sieben Jahre Arbeit!“.
- „Du hast dir immer zu helfen gewusst. So kannst du dein Glück machen!“ sagt der Scherenschleifer. „Aber wie mache ich das?” fragt Hans. „Du musst Scheren schleifen wie ich. Hier hast du einen alten Schleifstein. Dafür gibst du mir nur deine Gans. Willst du das?“, „Wie kannst du da noch fragen”. antwortet Hans, „ich bin der glücklichste Mensch auf der Welt”, und gibt ihm die Gans.
Der Scherenschleifer gibt ihm den alten Schleifstein und noch einen schweren Feldstein dazu. Hans nimmt die Steine auf die Schulter und geht weiter. Er ist sehr glücklich.
Da kommt der Abend. und Hans ist müde. Die Steine sind so schwer. An einem Brunnen will er trinken. Er legt die beiden Steine auf den Rand und will sich zum Trinken bücken. So stößt er ein klein wenig an die Steine, und sie fallen in den tiefen Brunnen. Hans ist froh. Er springt auf und dankt Gott. Dabei kommen ihm Tränen in die Augen.
„So glücklich wie ich”. ruft er. „gibt es keinen Menschen unter der Sonne!’ Mit leichtem Herzen und ohne Last springt er nun fort, bis er zu Hause bei seiner Mutter ist.

BURADA DA İNGİLİZCESİ VAR ÇEVİREBİLİRSENİZ KOLAYLIK OLSUN DİYE ONU DA YAZIYORUM:

Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, "Master, my time is up. Now I would like to go back home to my mother. Give me my wages."

The master answered, "You have served me faithfully and honestly. As the service was, so shall the reward be." And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home. As he went on, always putting one leg before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse.

"Ah," said Hans quite loud, "what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, never stumbling over a stone, saving your shoes, and making your way without even knowing it."

The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, "Hey there, Hans, then why are you going on foot?"

"I must," answered he, "for I have this lump to carry home. It is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder."

"I will tell you what," said the rider. "Let's trade. I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump."

"With all my heart," said Hans. "But I can tell you, you will be dragging along with it."

The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, "If you want to go fast, you must click your tongue and call out, 'jup, jup.'"

Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, "jup, jup." The horse started a fast trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the fields from the highway. The horse would have escaped if it had not been stopped by a peasant, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.

Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the peasant, "It is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and moreover have one's milk, butter, and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow?"

"Well," said the peasant, "if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind trading the cow for the horse." Hans agreed with the greatest delight, and the peasant jumped upon the horse and rode quickly away.

Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. "If only I have a morsel of bread -- and that can hardly fail me -- I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like. If I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want?"

When he came to an inn he stopped, and to celebrate his good fortune, he ate up everything he had with him -- his dinner and supper -- and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards in the direction of his mother's village.

As noon approached, the heat grew more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which would take at least another hour to cross. He felt very hot, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth with thirst. "I can find a cure for this," thought Hans. "I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk." He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail, he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And because he was working in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell to the ground, and for a long time did not know where he was. By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a pushcart, in which lay a young pig.

"What sort of a trick is this?" he cried, and helped good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened.

The butcher gave him his flask and said, "Take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk. It is an old beast. At the best it is only fit for the plow, or for the butcher."

"Well, well," said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head. "Who would have thought it? Certainly it is a fine thing when one can slaughter a beast like that for oneself. What meat one has! But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. But to have a young pig like that! It tastes quite different, and there are sausages as well."

"Listen, Hans," said the butcher. "To do you a favor, I will trade, and will let you have the pig for the cow."

"God reward you for your kindness," said Hans as he gave up the cow. The pig was unbound from the cart, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand. Hans went on, thinking to himself how everything was going just as he wished. If anything troublesome happened to him, it was immediately set right.

Presently he was joined by a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They greeted one another, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good trades. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening feast. "Just heft her," he added, taking hold of her by the wings. "Feel how heavy she is. She has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Anyone who bites into her after she has been roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth."

"Yes," said Hans, hefting her with one hand, "she weighs a lot, but my pig is not so bad either."

Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. "Look here, he said at last. "It may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear -- I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig. At the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.

Good Hans was terrified. "For goodness' sake," he said. "help me out of this fix. You know more about this place than I do. Take my pig and leave me your goose."

"I am taking a risk," answered the lad, "but I do not want to be the cause of your getting into trouble." So he took the cord in his hand, and quickly drove the pig down a bypath. Good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm.

"When I think about it properly," he said to himself, "I have even gained by the trade. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me goose fat for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without being rocked. How glad my mother will be!"

As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors grinder with his cart, as his wheel whirred he sang,

I sharpen scissors and quickly grind,
My coat blows out in the wind behind.
Hans stood still and looked at him. At last he spoke to him and said, "All's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding."
"Yes," answered the scissors grinder, "this trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?"

"I did not buy it, but traded my pig for it."

"And the pig?"

" I got it for a cow."

"And the cow?"

"I got it for a horse."

"And the horse?"

"For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head."

"And the gold?"

"Well, that was my wages for seven years' service."

"You have known how to look after yourself each time," said the grinder. "If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune."

"How shall I manage that?" said Hans.

"You must become a grinder, as I am. Nothing particular is needed for it but a grindstone. Everything else takes care of itself. I have one here. It is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose. Will you do it?"

"How can you ask?" answered Hans. "I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again?" And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange.

"Now," said the grinder, picking up an ordinary heavy stone that lay nearby, "here is another good stone for you as well, which you can use to hammer on and straighten your old nails. Carry it along with you and take good care of it."

Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. "I must have been born with lucky skin," he cried. "Everything I want happens to me just as if I were a Sunday's child."

Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great difficulty, and was forced to stop every minute. The stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully, and he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he would not have to carry them just then.

He crept like a snail until he came to a well in a field, where he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool drink of water. In order that he might not damage the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was about to bend over and drink, when he slipped, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.

"No one under the sun is as fortunate as I am," he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was at home with his mother.

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