Это письмо я получил от Galia Shmulenson (Rishon Le Zion).Галия наш семейный врач , и наш большой друг. На днях мы посетили квартиру Фимы и Галия. Мы увидели комнату Галии..Она сама очень красиво покрасила все 4 стороны ее комнаты . В комнете Фимы сыграли в шахматы и шашки..Фима рассказал , как он изучает английский язык, что он читает на английском языке. Галия у нас на Форуме активный писатель. Этот рассказ  на русском языке кто-то Галии прислал ..Письма от Галии говорят о том , что люди очень любят и уважают ее , и присылают ей интересные материалы на русском языке. Гугль тут же перевел этот рассказ на русском языке на английский язык. И сейчас я начну читать это перевод. И сейчас я решаю отметить ОШИБКИ в переводе русских слов. ......продолжение выражения собственных мыслей последует ...возможно.

ne mogu ne podelit `sya George Danelia story about the funeral of the first husband of Laura, the wife of Tonino Guerra Tonino Guerra died (92), who wrote the screenplay for the film, and has always been a composer Nino Rota. G. Danelia Here's the story about Tonino and his Russian wife Laura. begins with the story of how the funeral of her first husband of Laura - Sasha Yablochkina. A short, bald, middle-aged, Alexander Efremovich Yablochkin was cheerful, clockwork and very attractive to women. And until he met his blue-eyed Laura, was known as a famous heartthrob. Laura Yablochkin idolized and when he talked about it - the light. Laura also loved Sasha (as she calls it), and lived it well and amicably. Spouses Yablochkina were hospitable people, and I often visited them at a party in a house opposite Mosfilm << >>. In a tiny room, which they called the living room (from one-room apartment Yablochkin made ​​bedroom), to fill so many people, that now I can not understand how we managed to stay there. I only remember that it was really fun. Sasha died at reception, in the day when we had to take a picture of Sizov. Showed a pass and fell. He was 59 years old. buried at Alexander Efremoch Vostryakovskoye Cemetery. Yablochkina loved, and say goodbye to him it's a lot of people. Directors with whom he worked Yablochkin, punched and orchestra. The coffin was placed beside the grave to special stand. Near stood by family and rabbi. Mosfilm << >> opposed rabbi, but native insisted. The rabbi was a small, very old, years at ninety, in a black hat and black coat lightly battered in round glasses in a metal frame, with a blue nose. It was the end of November, blowing cold wind, even snow fell. The Rebbe turned blue and shivering. I offered him his scarf, he refused and said that it is not necessary. people spread out around the graves, and the orchestra is located at some distance, the fence. Zamproforga studio Ivask Savely, who allocated the funeral, arranged with the conductor of the orchestra, which will give him a sign with his hand, when the game starts. Then he stood up in the end of the grave, and the rabbi said: - Proceed, sir. - Rabbi - corrected his sister Yablochkina. - Well rabbi. Rabbi leaned to my sister and started on a piece of paper something elaborate. - All right, father, begin! Cold, cold people, - said with displeasure Ivask. (He more than any other object to a Jewish priest.) Rabbi looked at him, sighed, and began to read in Yiddish funeral prayer. And when he came to family, sang in Russian: - And my sister Mary, and his son, Gregory, and his daughter, Laura ... (Laura was much younger than her husband.) - Father! - Interrupted Ivask and negatively waved. And then came the anthem of the Soviet Union. Caught unawares, the rabbi started, slipped and nearly fell over - I had to catch him. Icy land, and it was very slippery. - Stop, stop! - Shouted Ivask. - Who is it close - stop them! orchestra stopped. - Ruben Artemovich, the signal was not you! - Shouted Ivask conductor. said to my sister, that it explain to someone who is who. Mary said to the rabbi, that Gregory was the son and nephew, and Laura was not my daughter, and my wife. He nodded and began to sing again. And when he came to relatives sang, her sister Maria, nephew and daughter Grisha Grisha - Laura. - Well, stop, stop! - Ivask again waved. - How much can you? Again came the anthem. - Stop! Stop the music! - Yelled Ivask. orchestra stopped. - Ruben Artemovich, for you will be a signal with two hands! - Shouted Ivask conductor. - Two! - He turned to the rabbi: - Father, you, I'm sorry, in Russian you know? You can tell a human being that citizen Laura Yablochkina not my daughter, and my wife? Wife, you know? - I understand. - So let's go! And then it turns ugly, a funeral after all! rabbi began again, and when he came to the danger point, paused and sang very clearly: - Sister - Maria, nephew - Grisha. And not a daughter! - It triumphantly over his glasses looked Ivaskova. - A wife's nephew Grisha - citizen Laura Yablochkina! - I, e! - Roared Ivask. slipped and flew into the grave. As he fell, he waved both hands. Again came the anthem of the Soviet Union. And, suddenly, we could not resist. Sasha, I'm sorry! But I also whinnying. You said that your favorite genre of tragicomedy. In this genre, and was your funeral. When the time comes and I go, I really want to go the same way. And no more than once, no racking. And that at my funeral also wept and laughed. ****