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Text Translation Technological Transfer To Russia The Deepest Cr

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Text Translation.technological Transfer To Russia The Deepest Crisis

No secret that the current scientific and technological transfer to Russia the deepest crisis. Despite the fact that the sale is expensive translated literature, the buyer is very earth, which means buying foreign word pronunciation. Technical transfer of illiterates in the field of translation rasplodivshihsya everywhere. And none of this is not to draw attention, as the customer wishes to receive the translation of the cheap and in the short term, a random Executive working for pennies, forced transfer of a number. So the translation from English and appear boreal type "provider", "zuminga", "Just"... And if the translation into English left Russian word? Funny, right? Technical translation should record fields, which employ highly skilled technicians who understand the specific terminology and able to translate the text without deviating from the original. This is almost not found. But today a technical translator must obtain and deliver work in electronic form, work in ultra-high-speed pace to recognise abbreviations, foreign names, incomprehensible units, as well as edit the translation for the customer, from the original care. It is not respected its copyright. Most difficult is the new terminology in the areas where we have fallen behind for decades (for example, in physics bounce and maintenance of complex production equipment). Challenges technical specialists lexicographers working on the creation of specialized dictionaries, is a Russian equivalent, of the original. Another problem is that special dictionaries in paper form does not correspond to technical progress, and their electronic counterparts have only a limited number of users. Technical translation must reach a new level of quality, it depends on the future of science and, therefore, the prosperity of our country
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BONUS : Thanksgiving Day Memories

It's Thanksgiving morning, 2007, and before I start wailing about what isn't right in my life, I think I should give thanks for what is right. First of all, of course, would be my husband, children and their children, without whom life would be empty for me. I often think how sad it would be, to be alone in this world. Then I thought back to the days when my children were finally giving me some long-awaited grandchildren. That, I hoped, guaranteed I'd have little ones around for a lot of years to give me lots of love and hugs. I thought back to my stress-free feelings at that time…

Grandchildren have a way of bringing life back into our lives. Mine do — all fifteen of them. In a world of so many lonely people, I feel blessed that my life is filled with happy, energetic progeny; all so different, yet defined by drops of my DNA. I often look at them with utter amazement — that from my genes (okay, maybe a few others) these rarefied beings sprang forth.

When our children get married, how we yearn for that first grandchild. How we look with envy (and secretly dislike) our friends who made the Big G before we did. Those mean-spirited grandmothers who whip out strings of pictures as long as a football field; how they drone on and on about their Mensa Club-intellect grandchildren, and prattle on about the little cherub's accomplishments, ad nauseam.

But, oh, when ours do come along, it's so different. No grandchild has ever been as beautiful at birth, as attentive and wide-eyed; even the birth weight and length become things to crow about. All of a sudden we're sporting a backpack stuffed with pictures in every conceivable pose known to man.

But, aside from this constant need to push pictures of our grandchild into our friend's faces, there is something else grandmothers have in common. After interviewing many women on the feelings they experienced at their grandchild's birth, the final consensus was this: we all had an overwhelming emotional pull, but also a feeling of complete stress-free contentment.

Did we feel this same emotional pull when our children were born? Well, if we did it was smothered under anxiety and the fear of what to do with this baby when the nurse told us to get up so someone else could occupy the bed.

I think I've come up with a reasonable answer for this stress. As young mothers giving birth, we came face to face with this small blob of protoplasm and had no clue where to start. They might as well have put a blindfold over our eyes when they handed us this warm, stuffed blanket and wheeled us toward the hospital exit: "Goodbye. Good Luck!"

Unfortunately, babies don't come with How-To books. There's no user's manual with instructions on operating this howling little person. No tag dangling from a tiny pink toe with instructions on care.

Now enter the grandmother. Here is this same tiny blob of protoplasm, only now it doesn't fall on grandma's shoulders to see that this child survives, walks, talks, eats, sleeps, matures into a perfect citizen, and is socially acceptable. We leave the hospital after visiting hours full of emotion, full of love, but absolutely free of stress.

As the baby grows from infant to toddler, we hold them close to inhale their milky-moist breath, search their faces for any resemblance of our own children, ourselves, our DNA. And it is totally stress-free. We get to love them, cuddle them, spoil them, and then send them home to the responsible party from whence they came.

At the end of a visit, how we hate to give up these soft, precious creations of God. We can taste their hello and goodbye kisses long after they've delivered them. How we look forward with such anticipation to see them again. We allow them to do things we never allowed our own children to get away with, which is pointed out to us by our children on a regular basis.

And, if this child develops traits not to our liking, well, of course we are duty-bound to tell their parents how we would have handled that in our day.

But, alas, children grow. And, we are only humans — albeit older humans. I doubt there's a grandparent who will ever admit to this, but after a weekend of running after the precious little toddlers, tripping over their toys, watching our spotless homes fill with smudges, drips and scuffs, the inimitable words of the late Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. come to mind as the taillights disappear down the street: "Free at last, free at last. . ."

Fast-forward a few years, and guess who takes credit for all the grandchildren's accomplishments? Of course — we do. Where else would that child have inherited that porcelain skin, that thick head of hair, that high I.Q.?

Fast-forward again. As we age, so do our grandchildren. But our love is unflagging. Now it seems there is scarcely any time for grandma. But we know we can catch a peek at them on a baseball diamond, soccer field, or class play, if only just to crow to the stranger sitting next to us "...that's my grandchild!"

Next in this voyage to adulthood comes the dating game. Grandma Who? We might get calls every now and then asking if they can drop by to show us a new prom dress or a tux, their school pictures or report cards. Can we sew up a quickie little item for a school play or dance class? — it won't take long, Grammy. Or, "…ah Grams, got any extra bread?" As I head for the kitchen it dawns on me … oh, that kind of bread — then I head for my purse.

I had an eye-opener on how one of my grandchildren views me: I was attending a ball game where my youngest grandson was playing. At the end of the game he came running up to me oozing sweat and smiles. "Grams, did you see the great throws I made? Did you see my home runs?"

"I did, honey. You were great. Are you going to keep playing baseball?"

"Heck yeah," he answered, without hesitation. "When I'm older I'm gonna play Pro ball."

I was most impressed. "How wonderful," I said. "You know professional ballplayers make a lot of money. You can take care of Grams in my old age."

He thought about that for a second, looked me straight in the eye and replied, "But Grams, you're already old and I'm only eight!"

Oh, all right, maybe I'll have to depend on some of my older grandchildren to help me in my dotage. But, I thank God everyday that I have them to depend on — for stress-free love.
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