"Alexander Pushkin in english translation" - читать интересную книгу автора

From her sleep she wouldn't wake.
Then, they'd start the somber rite,
A crystal casket locked inside
The beloved, stillborn body
Of the princess. Everybody
Up the mount, carried her
In the midnight's darkened blur.
To six post her casket bringing
With the iron chains then linking
Carefully secured it, thence
They'd surround it with a fence.
For their sister, to the ground
Each would gracefully bow down
Eldest uttered: Rest there jaded,
As a victim of cruel hatred,
You have made the earth seem dull
Heavens will receive your soul.
We were all by you affected,
For a loved one we protected, -
No one got to share your presence
Just the coffin took your essence.
Mad czarina, that same day,
Waiting for the news felt gay,
Brought the mirror into sight
And inquired with delight:
Am I the prettiest on earth?
Purest, fairest, with most verve?
And she heard the glass resound:
Yes you are, without a doubt,
You're the prettiest on earth
Purest, fairest, with most verve.
All the while, on his way
Son of king, prince Ellisay
Gallops on, his lady seeking.
She is lost! He's sadly weeping
And the people that he questions
Answer with confused reactions;
Some just laugh right in his face
Some - another way will gaze,
To the blazing sun at last,
He would turn and gravely asked:
In the sky, you're always fleeting
All year round, you are meeting
Spring and winter full of snow,
You can see us there below.
Will my question your decline?
Have you caught somewhere, sometime,
My beloved in your sight?
I'm her fianc©. - My light, -
Fervent sun would answer so: