×

Select Store

Dowload from Google Play Dowload from the App Store

Scan with Camera

Dowload via QR Code
Dubliners | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

Dubliners | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

This progressive translation technique brings multiple benefits to language learners. It lets you choose the difficulty level that matches your abilities, making sure the material is challenging but not too difficult. By focusing on understanding words in context, this method boosts your comprehension skills. While direct translations are slightly hidden to promote guessing from context, you can always check unfamiliar words. This approach makes learning a new language both engaging and accessible, offering the right mix of difficulty and encouragement. Embark on a journey through translated classics and enjoy the process of learning through reading.

THESISTERS
Therewasno
håb
hopeforhimthistime:
itwasthethirdstroke.
Nat
NightafternightIhadpassedthe
huset
house(itwasvacationtime)
og
andstudiedthelightedsquareofwindow:
og
andnightafternightI
havde
hadfounditlightedinthe
samme
sameway,faintlyandevenly.
Hvis
Ifhewasdead,I
tænkte
thought,Iwouldseethereflectionofcandleson
den
thedarkenedblindforI
vidste
knewthattwocandlesmustbesetat
den
theheadofacorpse.
He
havde
hadoftensaidtome:
“Iamnot
længe
longforthisworld,”andI
havde
hadthoughthiswordsidle.
Nu
NowIknewtheywere
sande
true.
EverynightasIgazed
op
upatthewindowI
sagde
saidsoftlytomyselfthe
ordet
wordparalysis.
Ithadalwayssoundedstrangelyinmyears,
ligesom
likethewordgnomonintheEuclid
og
andthewordsimonyintheCatechism.
Men
Butnowitsoundedtome
som
likethenameofsomemaleficent
og
andsinfulbeing.
Itfilledme
med
withfear,andyetIlongedtobenearertoit
og
andtolookuponitsdeadly
arbejde
work.
OldCotterwassittingatthefire,smoking,
da
whenIcamedownstairstosupper.
Mens
Whilemyauntwasladling
ud
outmystirabouthesaid,asif
vende tilbage
returningtosomeformerremarkof
hans
his:.
“No,Iwouldn’tsayhewasexactly...
men
buttherewassomethingqueer...
der
therewassomethinguncannyabout
ham
him.
I’lltellyoumyopinion....”
Hebegantopuffathispipe,nodoubtarranginghisopinioninhis
sind
mind.
Tiresomeoldfool!
Whenwe
kendte
knewhimfirstheusedtoberatherinteresting,
talte
talkingoffaintsandworms;
men
butIsoongrewtiredofhim
og
andhisendlessstoriesaboutthedistillery.
“I
har
havemyowntheoryaboutit,”he
sagde
said.
“Ithinkitwas
en
oneofthose...
peculiarcases....
Men
Butit’shardtosay....”
Hebegantopuff
igen
againathispipewithout
give
givingushistheory.
My
onkel
unclesawmestaringand
sagde
saidtome:.
“Well,soyour
gamle
oldfriendisgone,you’llbe
ked
sorrytohear.”
“Who?”
said
Jeg
I.
“FatherFlynn.”
“Ishedead?”
“MrCotterhere
har
hasjusttoldus.
Hewaspassingbythehouse.”
I
vidste
knewthatIwasunderobservationsoIcontinued
spise
eatingasifthenews
havde
hadnotinterestedme.
My
onkel
uncleexplainedtooldCotter.
“Theyoungster
og
andheweregreatfriends.
The
gamle
oldchaptaughthimagreatdeal,mindyou;
og
andtheysayhehad
et
agreatwishforhim.”
“Godhavemercyonhissoul,”
sagde
saidmyauntpiously.
OldCotter
kiggede
lookedatmefora
stykke tid
while.
Ifeltthathis
små
littlebeadyblackeyeswereexaminingme
men
butIwouldnotsatisfyhimby
se
lookingupfrommyplate.
Hereturnedtohispipe
og
andfinallyspatrudelyintothegrate.
“Iwouldn’tlikechildrenofmine,”hesaid,“to
have
havetoomuchtosayto
en
amanlikethat.”
“Howdoyou
mener
mean,MrCotter?”
askedmyaunt.
“WhatI
mener
meanis,”saidoldCotter,“it’sbadfor
børn
children.
Myideais:
let
en
ayoungladrunabout
og
andplaywithyoungladsofhis
egen
ownageandnotbe....
AmI
ret
right,Jack?”
“That’smyprinciple,too,”
sagde
saidmyuncle.
“Lethim
lære
learntoboxhiscorner.
That’swhatI’m
altid
alwayssayingtothatRosicrucianthere:
takeexercise.
Why,
når
whenIwasanipper
hver
everymorningofmylifeI
havde
hadacoldbath,winter
og
andsummer.
Andthat’swhat
står
standstomenow.
Educationis
alt
allveryfineandlarge....
MrCotter
kan
mighttakeapickofthatlegmutton,”headdedtomyaunt.
“No,no,notforme,”
sagde
saidoldCotter.
Myauntbroughtthedishfromthesafe
og
andputitonthetable.
“But
hvorfor
whydoyouthinkit’snot
godt
goodforchildren,MrCotter?”
she
spurgte
asked.
“It’sbadforchildren,”
sagde
saidoldCotter,“becausetheirmindsaresoimpressionable.
Når
Whenchildrenseethingslikethat,youknow,it
har
hasaneffect....”
Icrammedmymouth
med
withstiraboutforfearI
kunne
mightgiveutterancetomyanger.
Tiresome
gammel
oldred-nosedimbecile!
Itwas
sent
latewhenIfellasleep.
Selv
ThoughIwasangrywith
gamle
oldCotterforalludingtomeasa
barn
child,Ipuzzledmyheadtoextractmeaningfromhisunfinishedsentences.
Inthedarkofmy
værelse
roomIimaginedthatI
så
sawagaintheheavygrey
ansigt
faceoftheparalytic.
Idrewtheblankets
over
overmyheadandtriedto
tænke
thinkofChristmas.
Butthegrey
ansigt
facestillfollowedme.
Itmurmured;
og
andIunderstoodthatitdesiredtoconfess
noget
something.
Ifeltmysoulrecedinginto
nogle
somepleasantandviciousregion;
og
andthereagainIfoundit
ventede
waitingforme.
Itbegantoconfesstomein
en
amurmuringvoiceandIwondered
hvorfor
whyitsmiledcontinuallyand
hvorfor
whythelipsweresomoist
med
withspittle.
ButthenI
huskede
rememberedthatithaddiedofparalysis
og
andIfeltthatItoowassmilingfeeblyasiftoabsolvethesimoniacofhissin.
Det
ThenextmorningafterbreakfastI
gik
wentdowntolookat
det
thelittlehouseinGreatBritain
Street
Street.
Itwasanunassumingshop,registered
under
underthevaguenameofDrapery.
Thedraperyconsistedmainlyofchildren’sbootees
og
andumbrellas;
andonordinarydays
en
anoticeusedtohanginthewindow,
sagde
saying:
UmbrellasRe-covered.
Nonoticewasvisible
nu
nowfortheshutterswere
oppe
up.
Acrapebouquetwastiedtothedoor-knocker
med
withribbon.
Twopoorwomen
og
andatelegramboywere
læste
readingthecardpinnedonthecrape.
I
også
alsoapproachedandread:.
July1st,1895TheRev.JamesFlynn(formerlyofS.Catherine’sChurch,MeathStreet),agedsixty-fiveyears.R.I.P.
The
læste
readingofthecardpersuadedmethathewas
død
deadandIwasdisturbedto
finde
findmyselfatcheck.
Hadhenotbeen
død
deadIwouldhavegoneinto
det
thelittledarkroombehind
det
theshoptofindhimsittinginhisarm-chairby
det
thefire,nearlysmotheredinhisgreat-coat.
Måske
Perhapsmyauntwouldhave
givet
givenmeapacketofHighToastforhim
og
andthispresentwouldhaverousedhimfromhisstupefieddoze.
Itwas
altid
alwaysIwhoemptiedthepacketintohis
sorte
blacksnuff-boxforhishandstrembledtoo
meget
muchtoallowhimto
gøre
dothiswithoutspillinghalfthesnuff
om
aboutthefloor.
Evenasheraisedhislargetrembling
hånd
handtohisnoselittlecloudsofsmokedribbled
gennem
throughhisfingersoverthe
forsiden
frontofhiscoat.
It
kan
mayhavebeentheseconstantshowersofsnuff
hvilke
whichgavehisancientpriestlygarmentstheirgreenfaded
udseende
lookfortheredhandkerchief,blackened,asit
altid
alwayswas,withthesnuff-stainsof
en
aweek,withwhichhe
forsøgte
triedtobrushawaythefallengrains,was
ret
quiteinefficacious.
Iwishedto
gå
goinandlookathim
men
butIhadnotthecouragetoknock.
I
gik
walkedawayslowlyalongthesunny
side
sideofthestreet,reading
alle
allthetheatricaladvertisementsintheshop-windowsasI
gik
went.
Ifounditstrange
at
thatneitherInorthe
dagen
dayseemedinamourningmood
og
andIfeltevenannoyedatdiscoveringinmyself
en
asensationoffreedomasifIhadbeen
befriet
freedfromsomethingbyhis
død
death.
Iwonderedatthis
for
for,asmyunclehadsaidthenight
før
before,hehadtaughtmeagreatdeal.
He
havde
hadstudiedintheIrishcollegeinRome
og
andhehadtaughtmetopronounceLatinproperly.
He
havde
hadtoldmestoriesabout
de
thecatacombsandaboutNapoleonBonaparte,
og
andhehadexplainedtome
de
themeaningofthedifferentceremoniesof
de
theMassandofthe
forskellige
differentvestmentswornbythepriest.
Nogle gange
Sometimeshehadamusedhimselfbyputtingdifficultquestionsto
mig
me,askingmewhatone
bør
shoulddoincertaincircumstances
eller
orwhethersuchandsuchsinsweremortal
eller
orvenialoronlyimperfections.
Hisquestionsshowedmehowcomplex
og
andmysteriouswerecertaininstitutionsof
de
theChurchwhichIhad
altid
alwaysregardedasthesimplestacts.
ThedutiesofthepriesttowardstheEucharist
og
andtowardsthesecrecyoftheconfessionalseemedsogravetomethatIwondered
hvordan
howanybodyhadeverfoundinhimselfthecouragetoundertake
dem
them;
andIwasnotsurprised
da
whenhetoldmethatthefathersoftheChurch
havde
hadwrittenbooksasthickasthePost
Office
OfficeDirectoryandascloselyprintedasthe
loven
lawnoticesinthenewspaper,elucidating
alle
alltheseintricatequestions.
Often
når
whenIthoughtofthisIcouldmake
ikke
noansweroronlya
meget
veryfoolishandhaltingoneupon
som
whichheusedtosmile
og
andnodhisheadtwice
eller
orthrice.
Sometimesheusedto
sætte
putmethroughtheresponsesoftheMass
som
whichhehadmademe
lære
learnbyheart;
and,asIpattered,he
plejede
usedtosmilepensivelyandnodhishead,
nu
nowandthenpushinghugepinchesofsnuff
op
upeachnostrilalternately.
Whenhesmiledhe
plejede
usedtouncoverhisbigdiscolouredteeth
og
andlethistonguelieuponhislowerlip—ahabit
der
whichhadmademefeeluneasyinthebeginningofouracquaintance
før
beforeIknewhimwell.
AsI
gik
walkedalonginthesunIremembered
gamle
oldCotter’swordsandtriedto
huske
rememberwhathadhappenedafterwardsin
den
thedream.
IrememberedthatI
havde
hadnoticedlongvelvetcurtains
og
andaswinginglampofantiquefashion.
I
følte
feltthatIhadbeen
meget
veryfaraway,insomeland
hvor
wherethecustomswerestrange—inPersia,I
tænkte
thought....
ButIcouldnot
huske
remembertheendofthe
drømmen
dream.
Intheeveningmyaunt
tog
tookmewithhertovisitthe
hus
houseofmourning.
Itwas
efter
aftersunset;
butthewindow-panesof
det
thehousesthatlookedto
det
thewestreflectedthetawnygoldof
en
agreatbankofclouds.
Nanniereceivedusinthehall;
og
and,asitwouldhavebeenunseemlyto
have
haveshoutedather,myauntshookhands
med
withherforall.
The
gamle
oldwomanpointedupwardsinterrogatively
og
and,onmyaunt’snodding,proceededtotoil
op
upthenarrowstaircasebefore
os
us,herbowedheadbeingscarcelyabove
den
thelevelofthebanister-rail.
Atthe
første
firstlandingshestoppedandbeckonedusforwardencouraginglytowardsthe
åbne
opendoorofthedead-room.
Myaunt
gik
wentinandtheold
kvinde
woman,seeingthatIhesitatedtoenter,begantobeckontome
igen
againrepeatedlywithherhand.
I
gik
wentinontiptoe.
The
rummet
roomthroughthelaceendoftheblindwassuffused
med
withduskygoldenlightamidwhichthecandles
så
lookedlikepalethinflames.
Hehadbeencoffined.
Nanniegavethelead
og
andwethreekneltdownatthefootofthe
sengen
bed.
Ipretendedtopray
men
butIcouldnotgathermythoughts
fordi
becausetheoldwoman’smutteringsdistractedme.
Inoticedhowclumsilyherskirtwashookedat
den
thebackandhowtheheelsofherclothbootsweretrodden
ned
downalltooneside.
Den
Thefancycametomethat
den
theoldpriestwassmilingashe
lå
laythereinhiscoffin.
Men
Butno.Whenwerose
og
andwentuptotheheadofthe
sengen
bedIsawthathewasnotsmiling.
Der
Therehelay,solemnandcopious,vestedasforthealtar,hislargehandslooselyretaining
en
achalice.
Hisfacewas
meget
verytruculent,greyandmassive,
med
withblackcavernousnostrilsandcircledby
en
ascantywhitefur.
Therewas
en
aheavyodourintheroom—theflowers.
Weblessedourselves
og
andcameaway.
Inthe
lille
littleroomdownstairswefoundElizaseatedinhisarm-chairinstate.
Igropedmy
vej
waytowardsmyusualchairinthecorner
mens
whileNanniewenttothesideboard
og
andbroughtoutadecanterofsherry
og
andsomewine-glasses.
Shesettheseonthetable
og
andinvitedustotake
et
alittleglassofwine.
Then,athersister’sbidding,shefilledoutthesherryintotheglasses
og
andpassedthemtous.
Shepressedmeto
tage
takesomecreamcrackersalso
men
butIdeclinedbecauseIthoughtI
ville
wouldmaketoomuchnoise
spise
eatingthem.
Sheseemedtobesomewhatdisappointedatmyrefusal
og
andwentoverquietlytothesofa
hvor
whereshesatdownbehindher
søster
sister.
Noonespoke:
we
alle
allgazedattheemptyfireplace.
Myaunt
ventede
waiteduntilElizasighedandthen
sagde
said:.
“Ah,well,he’sgoneto
en
abetterworld.”
Elizasighed
igen
againandbowedherheadinassent.
Myauntfingeredthestemofherwine-glass
før
beforesippingalittle.
“Didhe...
peacefully?”
she
spurgte
asked.
“Oh,quitepeacefully,ma’am,”
sagde
saidEliza.
“Youcouldn’ttell
hvornår
whenthebreathwentoutof
ham
him.
Hehadabeautiful
død
death,Godbepraised.”
“Andeverything...?”
“FatherO’Rourkewasinwithhim
en
aTuesdayandanointedhim
og
andpreparedhimandall.”
“He
vidste
knewthen?”
“Hewasquiteresigned.”
“He
ser
looksquiteresigned,”saidmyaunt.
“That’swhat
det
thewomanwehadintowashhim
sagde
said.
Shesaidhejust
så
lookedasifhewasasleep,he
så
lookedthatpeacefulandresigned.
Ingen
Noonewouldthinkhe’dmakesucha
smukt
beautifulcorpse.”
“Yes,indeed,”saidmyaunt.
Shesippeda
lidt
littlemorefromherglass
og
andsaid:.
“Well,MissFlynn,atanyrateit
må
mustbeagreatcomfortforyouto
vide
knowthatyoudidallyou
kunne
couldforhim.
Youwere
begge
bothverykindtohim,I
må
mustsay.”
Elizasmoothedherdress
over
overherknees.
“Ah,poorJames!”
she
sagde
said.
“Godknowswedoneallwe
kunne
could,aspoorasweare—wewouldn’t
se
seehimwantanythingwhilehewasinit.”
Nannie
havde
hadleanedherheadagainstthesofa-pillow
og
andseemedabouttofallasleep.
“There’s
stakkels
poorNannie,”saidEliza,lookingat
hende
her,“she’sworeout.
All
det
theworkwehad,she
og
andme,gettinginthewomantowashhim
og
andthenlayinghimout
og
andthenthecoffinandthenarranging
om
abouttheMassinthechapel.
Onlyfor
Fader
FatherO’RourkeIdon’tknowwhatwe’d
have
havedoneatall.
Itwashim
bragte
broughtusallthemflowers
og
andthemtwocandlesticksoutofthechapel
og
andwroteoutthenoticefortheFreeman’sGeneral
og
andtookchargeofallthepapersforthecemetery
og
andpoorJames’sinsurance.”
“Wasn’tthatgoodofhim?”
sagde
saidmyaunt.
Elizaclosedhereyes
og
andshookherheadslowly.
“Ah,there’s
ingen
nofriendsliketheoldfriends,”shesaid,“when
alt
allissaidanddone,
ingen
nofriendsthatabody
kan
cantrust.”
“Indeed,that’strue,”
sagde
saidmyaunt.
“AndI’m
sikker
surenowthathe’sgonetohiseternalrewardhewon’t
glemme
forgetyouandallyourkindnesstohim.”
“Ah,
stakkels
poorJames!”
saidEliza.
“Hewas
ikke
nogreattroubletous.
Youwouldn’t
høre
hearhiminthehouseany
mere
morethannow.
Still,I
ved
knowhe’sgoneandalltothat....”
“It’s
når
whenit’salloverthatyou’llmisshim,”
sagde
saidmyaunt.
“Iknowthat,”
sagde
saidEliza.
“Iwon’tbe
bringe
bringinghiminhiscupofbeef-teaany
mere
more,noryou,ma’am,sendinghimhissnuff.
Ah,
stakkels
poorJames!”
Shestopped,asifshewerecommuning
med
withthepastandthen
sagde
saidshrewdly:.
“Mindyou,Inoticed
der
therewassomethingqueercomingoverhimlatterly.
WheneverI’d
bragte
bringinhissouptohimthereI’d
fandt
findhimwithhisbreviary
faldet
fallentothefloor,lying
ryggen
backinthechairandhismouthopen.”
Shelaid
en
afingeragainsthernose
og
andfrowned:
thenshecontinued:.
“Butstill
og
andallhekepton
sige
sayingthatbeforethesummerwasoverhe’dgooutfora
køre
driveonefinedayjustto
se
seetheoldhouseagain
hvor
wherewewereallborndowninIrishtown
og
andtakemeandNannie
med
withhim.
Ifwecouldonly
få
getoneofthemnew-fangledcarriagesthat
laver
makesnonoisethatFatherO’Rourketoldhim
om
about,themwiththerheumaticwheels,for
de
thedaycheap—hesaid,atJohnnyRush’s
over
overthewaythereand
køre
driveoutthethreeofus
sammen
togetherofaSundayevening.
He
havde
hadhismindsetonthat....
Stakkels
PoorJames!”
“TheLordhavemercyonhissoul!”
sagde
saidmyaunt.
Elizatookoutherhandkerchief
og
andwipedhereyeswith
det
it.
Thensheputit
tilbage
backagaininherpocket
og
andgazedintotheemptygrateforsome
tid
timewithoutspeaking.