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The Rat


The icon candle flickers, small,
the half-dark nursery is horribly quiet.
The frightened child
hides in the pink lace bed.

What's that? The house spirit coughing?
He lives there, he's little, he's bald...
Agh! A vicious rat creeps slowly
from behind the wardrobe.

It waves its prickly whiskers
in the red glow of the icon,
wondering if the little child is in the little bed,
the small girl with large, large eyes.

"Momma! Momma!" — But momma has company,
and nurse Vasilisa's laughing in the kitchen,
and the rat's small red eyes
are burning happily, like coal.

Horrible to wait, more horrible to leave the bed.
Oh bright-winged angel, where are you? where?
Oh Angel, come quick, come quick,
save me from the rat, have mercy on me!

Другие переводы:

  • Испанский
    Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La rata
  • Польский
    Збигнев Дмитроча
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури

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