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by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883)

Nimfy'
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Ya stoyal pered cep`yu krasivy'x gor, raskinuty'x polukrugom;
molodoj zeleny'j les pokry'val ix sverxu donizu.

Prozrachno sinelo nad nimi yuzhnoe nebo; 
solnce s vy'shiny' igralo luchami; 
vnizu, poluzakry'ty'e travoyu, boltali provorny'e ruch`i.

I vspomnilos` mne starinnoe skazanie o tom, 
kak, v pervy'j vek po rozhdestve Xristove, 
odin grecheskij korabl` ply'l po E`gejskomu moryu.

Chas by'l poludenny'j... Stoyala tixaya pogoda. 
I vdrug, v vy'sote, nad golovoyu kormchego, 
kto-to yavstvenno proiznes:

-- Kogda ty' budesh` ply't` mimo ostrova, 
vozzovi gromkim golosom: «Umer Velikij Pan!»

Kormchij udivilsya... ispugalsya. 
No kogda korabl` pobezhal mimo ostrova, 
on poslushalsya, on vozzval:

-- Umer Velikij Pan!

I totchas zhe, v otvet na ego klik, 
po vsemu protyazheniyu berega 
(a ostrov by'l neobitaem) razdalis` gromkie ry'dan`ya, 
stony', protyazhny'e, zhalostny'e vozglasy':
-- Umer! Umer Velikij Pan!

Mne vspomnilos` e`to skazanie... 
i strannaya my'sl` posetila menya. 
«Chto, esli i ya kliknu klich?»

No v vidu okruzhavshego menya likovaniya 
ya ne mog podumat` o smerti -- 
i chto by'lo vo mne sily' zakrichal:
-- Voskres! Voskres Velikij Pan!

I totchas zhe -- o chudo! -- 
v otvet na moyo voskliczanie po vsemu shirokomu 
polukruzhiyu zeleny'x gor prokatilsya druzhny'j xoxot, 
podnyalsya radostny'j govor i plesk. 
«On voskres! Pai voskres!» -- shumeli molody'e golosa. 
Vsyo tam vperedi vnezapno zasmeyalos`, yarche solncza v vy'shine, 
igrivee ruch`ev, boltavshix pod travoyu. 
Posly'shalsya toroplivy'j topot legkix shagov, 
skvoz` zelenuyu chashhu zamel`kala 
mramornaya belizna volnisty'x tunik, 
zhivaya alost` obnazhenny'x tel... 
To nimfy', nimfy', driady', 
vakxanki bezhali s vy'sot v ravninu...

Oni razom pokazalis` po vsem opushkam. 
Lokony' v`yutsya po bozhestvenny'm golovam, 
strojny'e ruki podnimayut venki i timpany' -- 
i smex, sverkayushhij, olimpijskij smex 
bezhit i katitsya vmeste s nimi...

Vperedi nesetsya boginya. 
Ona vy'she i prekrasnee vsex, -- 
kolchan za plechami, v rukax luk, 
na podnyaty'x kudryax serebristy'j serp luny'...

Diana, e`to -- ty'?

No vdrug boginya ostanovilas`... 
i totchas, vsled za neyu, ostanovilis` vse nimfy'. 
Zvonkij smex zamer. 
YA videl, kak liczo vnezapno onemevshej 
bogini pokry'los` smertel`noj blednost`yu; 
ya videl, kak opustilis` i povisli eyo ruki, 
kak okameneli nogi, kak nevy'razimy'j uzhas razverz eyo usta, 
rasshiril glaza, ustremlenny'e vdal`... 
Chto ona uvidala? Kuda glyadela ona?

YA obernulsya v tu storonu, kuda ona glyadela...

Na samom krayu neba, za nizkoj chertoyu polej, 
gorel ognennoj tochkoj zolotoj krest 
na beloj kolokol`ne xristianskoj cerkvi... 
E`tot krest uvidala boginya.

YA usly'shal za soboyu nerovny'j, dlinny'j vzdox, 
podobny'j trepetaniyu lopnuvshej struny', -- 
i kogda ya obernulsya snova, 
uzhe ot nimf ne ostalos` sleda... 
Shirokij les zelenel po-prezhnemu, -- 
i tol`ko mestami skvoz` chastuyu set` vetvej vidnelis`, 
tayali klochki chego-to belogo. 
By'li li to tuniki nimf, 
podnimalsya li par so dna dolin -- ne znayu.

No kak mne by'lo zhal` ischeznuvshix bogin`!

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Text Authorship:

  • by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883), "Нимфы", written 1878 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Anton Stepanovich Arensky (1861 - 1906), "Нимфы", op. 68 no. 3. [
     text not verified 
    ]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-01-06
Line count: 76
Word count: 425

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