Can you translate this story :Zalacain el aventurero. Thanks.?

Question

COMO VIVIO Y SE EDUCO MARTIN ZALACAIN


Un camino en cuesta baja de la Ciudadela pasa por encima del cementerio
y atraviesa el portal de Francia. Este camino, en la parte alta, tiene a
los lados varias cruces de piedra, que terminan en una ermita y por la
parte baja, despues de entrar en la ciudad, se convierte en calle. A la
izquierda del camino, antes de la muralla, habia hace anos un caserio
viejo, medio derruido, con el tejado terrero lleno de pedruscos y la
piedra arenisca de sus paredes desgastada por la accion de la humedad y
del aire. En el frente de la decrepita y pobre casa, un agujero indicaba
donde estuvo en otro tiempo el escudo, y debajo de el se adivinaban, mas
bien que se leian, varias letras que componian una frase latina: _Post
funera virtus vivit_.

En este caserio nacio y paso los primeros anos de su infancia Martin
Zalacain de Urbia, el que, mas tarde, habia de ser llamado Zalacain el
Aventurero; en este caserio sono sus primeras aventuras y rompio los
primeros pantalones.

Los Zalacain vivian a pocos pasos de Urbia, pero ni Martin ni su familia
eran ciudadanos; faltaban a su casa unos metros para formar parte de la
villa.

El padre de Martin fue labrador, un hombre obscuro y poco comunicativo,
muerto en una epidemia de viruelas; la madre de Martin tampoco era mujer
de caracter; vivio en esa obscuridad psicologica normal entre la gente
del campo, y paso de soltera a casada y de casada a viuda con absoluta
inconsciencia. Al morir su marido, quedo con dos hijos Martin y una nina
menor, llamada Ignacia.

El caserio donde habitaban los Zalacain pertenecia a la familia de
Ohando, familia la mas antigua aristocratica y rica de Urbia.

Vivia la madre de Martin casi de la misericordia de los Ohandos.

En tales condiciones de pobreza y de miseria, parecia logico que, por
herencia y por la accion del ambiente, Martin fuese como su padre y su
madre, obscuro, timido y apocado; pero el muchacho resulto decidido,
temerario y audaz.

En esta epoca, los chicos no iban tanto a la escuela como ahora, y
Martin paso mucho tiempo sin sentarse en sus bancos. No sabia de ella
mas si no que era un sitio obscuro, con unos cartelones blancos en las
paredes, lo cual no le animaba a entrar. Le alejaba tambien de aquel
modesto centro de ensenanza el ver que los chicos de la calle no le
consideraban como uno de los suyos, a causa de vivir fuera del pueblo y
de andar siempre hecho un andrajoso.

Por este motivo les tenia algun odio; asi que cuando algunos chiquillos
de los caserios de extramuros entraban en la calle y comenzaban a
pedradas con los ciudadanos, Martin era de los mas encarnizados en el
combate; capitaneaba las hordas barbaras, las dirigia y hasta las
dominaba.

Tenia entre los demas chicos el ascendiente de su audacia y de su
temeridad. No habia rincon del pueblo que Martin no conociera. Para el,
Urbia era la reunion de todas las bellezas, el compendio de todos los
intereses y magnificencias.

Nadie se ocupaba de el, no compartia con los demas chicos la escuela y
huroneaba por todas partes. Su abandono le obligaba a formarse sus ideas
espontaneamente y a templar la osadia con la prudencia.

Mientras los ninos de su edad aprendian a leer, el daba la vuelta a la
muralla, sin que le asustasen las piedras derrumbadas, ni las zarzas que
cerraban el paso.

Sabia donde habia palomas torcaces e intentaba coger sus nidos, robaba
fruta y cogia moras y fresas silvestres.

A los ocho anos, Martin gozaba de una mala fama digna ya de un hombre.
Un dia, al salir de la escuela, Carlos Ohando, el hijo de la familia
rica que dejaba por limosna el caserio a la madre de Martin, senalandole
con el dedo, grito:

--iEse! Ese es un ladron.

--iYo!--exclamo Martin.

--Tu, si. El otro dia te vi que estabas robando peras en mi casa. Toda
tu familia es de ladrones.

Martin, aunque respecto a el no podia negar la exactitud del cargo,
creyo no debia permitir este ultraje dirigido a los Zalacain y,
abalanzandose sobre el joven Ohando, le dio una bofetada morrocotuda.
Ohando contesto con un punetazo, se agarraron los dos y cayeron al
suelo, se dieron de trompicones, pero Martin, mas fuerte, tumbaba
siempre al contrario. Un alpargatero tuvo que intervenir en la contienda
y, a puntapies y a empujones, separo a los dos adversarios. Martin se
separo triunfante y el joven Ohando, magullado y maltrecho, se fue a su
casa.

La madre de Martin, al saber el suceso, quiso obligar a su hijo a
presentarse en casa de Ohando y a pedir perdon a Carlos, pero Martin
afirmo que antes lo matarian. Ella tuvo que encargarse de dar toda clase
de excusas y explicaciones a la poderosa familia.

Desde entonces, la madre miraba a su hijo como a un reprobo.

--iDe donde ha salido este chico asi!--decia, y experimentaba al pensar
en el un sentimiento confuso de amor y de pena, solo comparable con el
asombro y la desesperacion de la gallina, cuando empolla huevos de pato
y ve que sus hijos se zambullen en el agua sin miedo y van nadando
valientemente.

Answer 1

I hope this helps. Using translation sites is not always good, as the meaning is lost, especially when translated word-for-word.

Good luck!
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Zalacaín the Adventurer or Zalacaín the Wanderer

HOW MARTIN ZALACAIN LIVED AND WAS BROUGHT UP

A sloped road goes by the Citadel, goes by over the cemetery and passes through the portal (or doorway) of France. There are several stone crosses on either end of the road, in its high section, which end in a chapel, and on the low section, after going into the city, it turns into a street. On the left hand side of the road, just outside the wall, there used to be an old hamlet, partly torn down, in ruins, years ago; and the stone of its walls was worn down by humidity and the air. In front of the torn down and poor house there was a hole that indicated where the coat of arms had been at some time, and underneath you could guess, rather than read, several letters that formed a Latin phrase: -Post funera virtus vivit_.

Martin Zalacaín of Urbia, who would later on be called Zalacaín the Wanderer (or Zalacaín the Adventurer), was born and spent the first years of his infancy in this hamlet; he dreamt his first adventures and tore his first pants in this hamlet.

The Zalacaíns lived not far from Urbia, but neither Martin nor his family was a citizen thereof; their house was only a few meters away from the village.

Martin's father was a land laborer; an obscure and not very talkative man, who passed away in an epidemic of smallpox. His mother wasn't a woman of character either; she lived in that normal psychological darkness among farmers, and went from single to married and from married to a widow with absolute unconsciousness. When her husband passed away, she was left with two children; Martin and a younger girl, named Ignacia.

The hamlet where the Zalacaíns lived belonged to the Ohandos, the most ancient aristocratic and rich family of Urbia.

Martin's mother was living almost off compassion /mercy of the Ohandos.

In such conditions of poverty and of misery, it seemed logical that, due to heredity and the environment, Martin would be like both his father and his mother, obscure, shy and intimidated; but the boy turned out to be determined, rash and bold.

At this time, it was not as common for boys to attend school as they do now, and Martin spent a lot of time not sitting at a desk. He didn't know much about it (the school), but only that it was a dark place with white posters on the walls, which didn't really make him feel like going in. What also kept him from that modest school was the fact that the kids in the street did not consider him as one of them, since he lived outside of town and was always very untidy and wearing ragged clothes.

This is why he kind of hated them; so when some of the kids from the hamlets from the outskirts went into the street and started throwing stones at the citizens, Martin was one of the kids who got most into the fight; he lead the barbaric groups, and even dominated them.

Among the other kids, there was his audacity and boldness. There was no corner of town that Martin didn't know. To him, Urbia was the gathering of all the beauties, interests and splendor.

No one cared for him, he didn't attend school with the other kids and he bummed all over. His abandonment forced him to spontaneously form his own ideas and to moderate bravery with prudence.

While the other children his age were learning how to read, he went around the wall, not being scared by the fallen rocks nor the blackberry bushes that blocked the way.

He knew where there were wood pigeons and he tried to grab their nests, he stole fruit and picked wild berries.

At the age of eight, Martin had a bad name, fit for a man. One day, as he was coming out of school, Carlos Ohando, the son of the rich family that let the hamlet to Martin's mother for charity, pointed at him and yelled:

---Him! He's a thief!

---Me? exclaimed Martin.

---Yes, you! The other day I saw you stealing pears from my house. Your family is one of thieves.

Martin, who could not really deny the exactness of the charge, believed he could not allow that insult to the Zalacaíns, and hurled over to young Ohando and slapped him strong. Ohando answered with his fist, they both grabbed each other, fell to the ground, they kept hitting each other, but Martin, who was stronger, always kept downing his opponent. A shoemaker had to get into the fight and separated the adversaries by kicking pushing and shoving. Martin left triumphantly and the young Ohando went home all bruised and hurt.

Martin's mother, upon knowing about the event, wanted to force his son to go to the Ohandos home to apologize to Carlos, but Martin was sure he'd be killed before that. She had to take care of giving excuses and explanations to the powerful family.

Since then, she looked upon her son as a failure.

---Where did his kid turn out this way! she said and while thinking of him, had mixed feelings of embarrassment and love, only comparable to the awe and desperation of the chicken, when she incubates a ducks eggs and sees that her offspring dive and swim fearlessly.

Answer 2

A way in low slope of the Citadel happens over the cemetery
and it crosses the portal of France. This way, in the high part, has to the sides several stones crosses, which end in a chapel and for after entering the city, low part turns into street. To left side of the way, before the wall, there was years ago a hamlet old man, way in ruins, with the roof terrero full of rough stones and sandy stone of his walls worn out by the action of the humid one and of the air. In the front of the decrepit and poor house, a hole was indicating where the shield was in another time, and under adivinaban, more well that were read, several lettering that were composing a ?

In this hamlet Martin was born and spent the first years of his infancy Zalacain of Urbia, which, later, had to be called Zalacain Adventurer; in this hamlet it sounded his first adventures and broke the first trousers.
The Zalacain were living a few steps from Urbia, but neither Martin nor his family they were civil; a few meters were absent to his house to be a part of town.

Martin's father was a farmer, an obscure and slightly communicative man, dead person in an epidemic of smallpox; Martin's mother was not a woman either
of character; the people lived in this psychological normal darkness between of the field, and step of single to married and of married to widow with absolute unconsciousness. After his husband dies, son stayed with two....

Answer 3

omg that must have taken you ages to type that all up! its a shame nobody is gonna bother to translate anything that long though...