Помпей у пиратите

Помпей у пиратов

От разкошната кърма червена
се разнасят навред аромати —
чак до трюма, където стаена
дебне шайка опасни пирати.

Пребледнели от злобна боязън,
ту притихват, ту правят кроежи,
как Помпей е достоен за казън,
и главата му как ще отрежат.

Колко дни вместо роби са вече,
как му шетат — с омраза прикрита,
а привършат ли, гледат далече
от разкошната кърма да скитат.

Еква зов. Туй самият Помпей е.
Млад, сред куп хубавици, той вика
полулегнал: „Ей, кой ще налее?!
Бързо, псета, че грабвам камшика!“

Хвърля взор над водите пустинни,
и — повдигнат на лакът, лениво
се пресята и с прах от рубини
своите розови нокти натрива.

И отново забравят си плана
главорезите зли, и пристъпят
пак, поднасяйки — кротко смълчани
и напитки, и лакомства скъпи.

Става дума за Секст Помпей (75–37 г. пр.н.е.), син на Помпей Велики. Използвал е услугите на дезертьори и скитници в корсарската война срещу Рим. — Бел.прев.


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