Globasawiki:Basataytilari/The Monkey's Paw

Mamba: "The Monkey's Paw" (1902), fal W. W. Jacobs

Basataytido	Aselli
	Jandangido
Hanta de Maymun	The Monkey's Paw
	The Monkey's Hand
Fe exya, noce sen bardipul ji gile, mas in lil sidekamer de Baytu Laburnam, koberi de janela sen klosido ji atex sen luminpul. Patre ji manbete yuxi xahumatu, ji patre, hu da hare idey tem xahumatu hu da gwanxi dayday alogi, plasi tesu manwangu cel in daydenmo riskopul ji nenhajado hatari, fe folo ki to hata kosa ki lao femixu har sefide tofa, hu da sotikal jadala fe comen de atex, komenta tem to.	Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
	Outside, the night was cold and wet, but in the small living room of the Laburnam House, the window covers were closed and the fire was bright. A father and son were playing chess, and the father, who had ideas about the game involving huge changes, put his king into such risky and unnecessary dangers that it even caused the white-haired old lady knitting quietly by the fire to comment about it.
Senyor White loga, "Am ore vento," dur na oko tesu krisispul malxey denwatu hu to sen godomo dyer ji lutufpul vole na bloki ki tesu manbete oko to.	"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
	"Listen to the wind," said Mr. White, who saw his critical mistake when it was too late and kindly wanted to prevent his son from seeing it.
Bete loga, "Mi ore," dur na moni tahta fe jidi maner durki te fronharka tesu hanta.	"I'm listening," said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand.
	"I'm listening," said the son, examining the board in a serious manner as he extended his hand.
"Ma..."	"Check."
	"Check."
Patre, har tesu hanta supra tahta, loga, "Mi xoru na xanka ki te xa ata hin noce."	"I should hardly think that he'd come tonight," said his father, with his hand poised over the board.
	"I'm starting to doubt that he'll come tonight," said his father, with his hand over the board.
"...tu."	"Mate," replied the son.
	"Mate," replied the son.
Mansenyor White, har abruto ji nengitaydo gadibuya, daypala, "Na ogar daydenmo teli sen daybur. Of moy posyukwe, gile-turanpul, teli loka cel na ogar, hinto sen maxim bur to. Pedadao sen denpul kom brawa, ji dolo sen denpul kom bawlupul nahir. Mi no aham ku insan fikir keto. Mi jadin ki ete fikir ki to no sen muhim koski sol dua baytu fe comen de dolo sen kiraygibedo."	"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses in the road are let, they think it doesn't matter."
	Mr. White, with sudden and unexpected anger, shouted, "Living so far out is terrible. Of all the unpleasant, muddy, remote places to live, this is the worst. The footpath is like a swamp, and the road is like a violent river. I don't understand what people are thinking. I suppose they think it doesn't matter because only two houses on the road are rented out."
Anwine, tesu femgami loga, "Am no yolyu, azizuyen. Ible, yu xa triunfa jaxali to." Mansenyor White velosi oko cel super, ji fe sati momento, xorjui ki matre ji bete soho juioko. Te esto na pala, ji te sangu yozaypul tabasum in tesu dambo hwese broda.	"Never mind, dear," said his wife, soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one." Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.
	Comfortingly, his wife said, "Don't worry, dear. Maybe you'll win the next one." Mr. White quickly looked up, just in time to notice the mother and son looking at each other. He stopped talking, and he hid a guilty smile in his thin grey beard.
Herbert White loga, "Te sen hinloka," durki bagor-dwer sotipul klosi ji soti de wajenpul kadam nercu dwer.	"There he is," said Herbert White, as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door.
	Herbert White said, "He's here," as the gate loudly closed and heavy footsteps approached the door.
Lao manixu estaycu fe rasonapul velosije, ji dur na buka dwer, vyata simpati tas neo atayen. Neo atayen pia vyata simpati, ji fe folo, Femsenyor White fale posaprobane soti ji narem kof durki tesu gami inidi kamer ton gao, bala manixu har oko denpul kom bidzu ji semiroso muka.	The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. The new arrival also condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, "Tut, tut!" and coughed gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a tall, burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage.
	The old man got up at a hospitable speed, and opening the door, was heard expressing sympathy with the new arrival. The new arrival also expressed sympathy, so Mrs. White made a disapproving sound and gently coughed as her husband entered the room with a tall, strong man with eyes like beads and a reddish face.
Fe na xorkonegi se, te loga, "Daysarjenti Morris."	"Sergeant-Major Morris," he said, introducing him.
	Introducing himself, he said, "Sergeant-Major Morris."
Daysarjenti fale tonhanta, ji durki te sidecu fe teyando lokamon fe comen de atex, te hox juioko durki tesu mehmangiyen preporta wiski ji kopa ji plasi lil tamba boyletul supra atex.	The sergeant-major shook hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly while his host got out whiskey and tumblers and stood a small copper kettle on the fire.
	The sergeant-major shook hands, and while he sat down at the offered spot by the fire, he happily watched while his host fetched whiskey and tumblers and placed a small copper kettle over the fire.