Today I suggest you read a fanfiction on Daredevil, as you know the fandom is very rarely used in VF, I decided to translate a DD on fics written in English. "Dear Mattie " comes therefore ComicNerd which we discover at the same time as Matt a very moving letter that comes from his late father and is not without reminding us of the one-shot Battlin 'Jack Murdock.
is the first time I translate an acting or just a text since high school, which dates back to ... a lease, so be lenient with me. For bilingual confirmed the link of the original text at the end of this post and I count on you to tell me if I did, which does not surprise me, the big mistakes in translation ^ ^ I don
't translate word by word, however, I tried to go in the direction of text and preferred the comfort of reading, hoping that this version you like and remains in the minds of those of the author.
Fifteen years after the death of his father, Matthew Murdock heard the distinct sound of a big heavy jacket that filed through the slit in his mailbox. A minute later, his heart sank when his fingers recognized the fine writing that scrapie could only belong to Jack Murdock!
"Dear Mattie,
If you read this letter, it means that what I feared happened. I'm dead. What a strange phrase - I'm dead. I can only hope it has made naturally, but with the life I lead, I doubt it. But that's not why I write, Mattie. It's much more important.
I want you to know the truth about what happened today. I was about to do it, Mattie. There! I said. Fix ordered me to bed, until the last minute, I would obey him.
I bet you wonder what made me change my mind, is not it, Mattie? You can not make your old father. Well, I'll tell you.
You. You were the reason I did not fall.
You know we're supposed to see our whole life pass before our eyes at the moment of death? Well I gotta say that this is not true. I have not seen my life, I saw yours.
I saw you again when you were a baby, with your red hair very long for your age. You were a beautiful baby, Mattie. I do not say you have? I saw you grow. I saw you get your graduation from high school. I saw you at the university. But you know what I remember most clearly?
A split second before the referee should say "nine", I realized I saw you become a man. In every sense of the word. You're a much better man than I'll never have hoped. I'm proud of you. I can not find the words. I've never been a writer. Know only that I wanted you to be as proud of me as I am of you.
So I made my choice. It was either rig the game and stay with you, or win the battle and make you proud of me. We both know what choice I made, and although it meant that I could not be by your side longer, I knew it was the only thing to do.
I have one regret. I have not kept the promise I made you. Do not you remember, probably not, you had only three years, but I did. I promised you that I will never leave you. I only regret that I can not respect this will. God only knows how much I regret that.
I love you, Mattie. I know you're way to becoming a "lawyer from hell." Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. This is surely the last chance I give you this advice, listen well: not afraid of anything, you hear? Only a fool is afraid of the unknown. Well son! You are far from an idiot.
Now I gotta go. You, and probably fix, should expect.
Love, Dad
. "
Matt felt the letter again, he did not even realized that her tears fell heavily against the flat surface of paper. He could not speak, a thick ball swelled in the pit of his stomach . Suddenly, he felt exhausted.
He put the letter in its envelope, appeared behind a note explaining the delay in the extreme case of his father at NYPD - Apparently the department was cleaning their premises when they have fallen recently, on the record of Jack and his famous letter.
Matt
then shook his head and dried her tears. It was time to let his father go.
Dear Mattie by ComicNerd (found on fanfiction.net)
is the first time I translate an acting or just a text since high school, which dates back to ... a lease, so be lenient with me. For bilingual confirmed the link of the original text at the end of this post and I count on you to tell me if I did, which does not surprise me, the big mistakes in translation ^ ^ I don
't translate word by word, however, I tried to go in the direction of text and preferred the comfort of reading, hoping that this version you like and remains in the minds of those of the author.
Fifteen years after the death of his father, Matthew Murdock heard the distinct sound of a big heavy jacket that filed through the slit in his mailbox. A minute later, his heart sank when his fingers recognized the fine writing that scrapie could only belong to Jack Murdock!
"Dear Mattie,
If you read this letter, it means that what I feared happened. I'm dead. What a strange phrase - I'm dead. I can only hope it has made naturally, but with the life I lead, I doubt it. But that's not why I write, Mattie. It's much more important.
I want you to know the truth about what happened today. I was about to do it, Mattie. There! I said. Fix ordered me to bed, until the last minute, I would obey him.
I bet you wonder what made me change my mind, is not it, Mattie? You can not make your old father. Well, I'll tell you.
You. You were the reason I did not fall.
You know we're supposed to see our whole life pass before our eyes at the moment of death? Well I gotta say that this is not true. I have not seen my life, I saw yours.
I saw you again when you were a baby, with your red hair very long for your age. You were a beautiful baby, Mattie. I do not say you have? I saw you grow. I saw you get your graduation from high school. I saw you at the university. But you know what I remember most clearly?
A split second before the referee should say "nine", I realized I saw you become a man. In every sense of the word. You're a much better man than I'll never have hoped. I'm proud of you. I can not find the words. I've never been a writer. Know only that I wanted you to be as proud of me as I am of you.
So I made my choice. It was either rig the game and stay with you, or win the battle and make you proud of me. We both know what choice I made, and although it meant that I could not be by your side longer, I knew it was the only thing to do.
I have one regret. I have not kept the promise I made you. Do not you remember, probably not, you had only three years, but I did. I promised you that I will never leave you. I only regret that I can not respect this will. God only knows how much I regret that.
I love you, Mattie. I know you're way to becoming a "lawyer from hell." Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. This is surely the last chance I give you this advice, listen well: not afraid of anything, you hear? Only a fool is afraid of the unknown. Well son! You are far from an idiot.
Now I gotta go. You, and probably fix, should expect.
Love, Dad
. "
Matt felt the letter again, he did not even realized that her tears fell heavily against the flat surface of paper. He could not speak, a thick ball swelled in the pit of his stomach . Suddenly, he felt exhausted.
He put the letter in its envelope, appeared behind a note explaining the delay in the extreme case of his father at NYPD - Apparently the department was cleaning their premises when they have fallen recently, on the record of Jack and his famous letter.
Matt
then shook his head and dried her tears. It was time to let his father go.
Dear Mattie by ComicNerd (found on fanfiction.net)
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