А Raven Flies To Another One

А raven flies to another one, the raven cries cawing to it:
“Raven, where we are to dine? How could we find out about it?”
The second raven said cawing to the first one in reply:
“I know, we will have lunch; in the open field under the willow bush
a dead hero lays. By whom and why he was killed,
only his falcon knows it, also his black mare and his young mistress”.
The falcon flew off into the woods, his mare was mounted by a foe,
his mistress are waiting for her not killed but alive dear.

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How Happiness Comes Slowly

How happiness comes slowly,
how it flies away quickly from us!
That is blessed who does not strive after it,
but finds it in oneself! In my sad youth
I was happy one minute, but then, alas! –
I suffered the fierce bitterness
from both fate and people as well!
Even if for an hour we are pleased
with the deception of hope!
That is blessed whose heart
heeds the voice of hope even in trouble!
But already runs away the dream
that sometime flattered soul;
hope was unfaithful to heart,
in sequence of that a sigh flyes after it!
I want to be often deluded
and to forget the disloyal one… but no!
Now I see the light of obnoxious truth
and ought to give up the dream!
I’ve lost all in the world,
was wilted the bloom of my youth:
love that was dreamt about as happiness,
only love alone was left in me!

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The Black Raven

The black raven, why are you hovering over me?
You won’t get your prey.
The black raven, I am not yours!

What for do you push out your claws over my head?
Whether you expect your prey?
The black raven, I’m not yours!

I’m going to tie my fatal wound with a gift handkerchief,
and then I’ll be talking with you about the same thing.

Would you mind flying into my native country.
Could you tell my mommy, the dearest
that I fell in the battle for the Motherland.

Will you please bear away
the bloody handkerchief to my sweetheart.

Could you tell her – she is free.

I married someone else.

I was married to a quiet modest bride

in an open field under the willow bush.
My saber was for me as a matchmaker.

The tempered arrow got married me
during mortal combat.
Now I see my death is coming.
The black raven, I am at your service!

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A Tomcat And A Cook

Some Cook from his kitchen went into the tavern, meanwhile he left a tomcat at home to guard a food against mice. But what did he see upon return? There were scraps of cake on the floor; and Tom in the corner behind a barrel of vinegar,
purring and humming, was tasting a chicken.
“Oh, you glutton! Ah, villain!” -
then Cook rebuked Thomas -
“Well, are not you ashamed?
(while Tom still was eating the chicken.)
What! Until now you have been an honest tomcat,
you were considered a model of humility -
But you … Ah! What a shame! Now all the neighbors will say:
“Tom is a thief! Tom is a rogue! Would it be possible so to say to let Tom go not just into the kitchen, but even into the yard: he is a plague of this place!”
(While Tom was listening but eating.)
There my rhetorician, giving free rein to the flow of words, could not find the end of moralizing. What next? While he was exercising in oratory, the tomcat had eaten a dish of steak into the bargain.
My dear fellow, mark my words:
“Eloquence is useless there,
Where one need to use the power”.

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A Lion And A Leopard

Once, in old times, a lion and a leopard waged a very long war against each other for both the contested forests, and for glens, and for dens. They had not that temper so that to have legal proceedings under the law; after all, the powers that be are often blind concerning the rights. They have their own custom: who will prevail, that one will be right. However, one cannot fight endlessly, after all, so claws can become blunt: at last our heroes decided to discuss the affair in accordance with the law; they determined to put an end to the military action and to end all contentions, then, as usual, to enter into an everlasting peace until the first quarrel will occur.

“Let’s appoint our secretaries as soon as possible,– the lion was offered by the leopard, – and how their wits will judge, let it be so. I, for example, shall send a cat for this purpose. Although the animal is unsightly and puny, but it has a clear conscience; and you set an ass: because it has a noble rank, and, by the way, it is a rather enviable livestock! Believe me, as to your friend: both your council and your court are hardly worth of its single hoof. We shall rely on that how your ass will come to terms with my cat”.

And the lion approved the leopard’s thought without dispute; nevertheless it appointed not the ass, but a fox to try the case, saying to itself (apparently, it knew the world):

“Who is praised by the enemy, that one is truly pointless”.

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Passers-by And Dogs

Once in the evening two friends walked along and talked shop as all of a sudden a mongrel had given a yelp at them from under the gate; followed by another, then by two or three and in a moment from all households about fifty dogs had run together. One of the passers-by was about to take a stone. “Never mind! – there and then another told him, – You won’t appease the dogs from barking, only will tease them even more; let’s go ahead: I know their nature better.” Really and truly, they had passed, say, five dozen steps and the dogs had already started to calm down step by step. At last they absolutely were not heard. As soon as envious persons take a look at something, right then they start slagging it off.

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An Elephant And Pug

Once upon a time they led an elephant on the streets, apparently for show – it is generally known that elephants are all too new for these areas – and so the crowd of gapers followed hot on its heels. Like a bolt from the blue Pug ran towards them. Having beheld the elephant it began suddenly to rush about, both to bark, and to squeal and to tear. As if it were ready to get into a fight. “Shame on you, neighbor”, said to Pug a small dog: “You are no match for an elephant! I say, you have already become hoarse, yet it without more ado proceeds to go ahead and doesn’t notice your barking at all”. “My gosh!” Pug said in reply: “It is in this there is the charm of it that without any fight I can pass for a very tough guy. Let they, the bastards, say: “Good for Pug! It is probably rather strong, if it barks at the elephant!”

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A Woodcutter And The Oak

Once some zealous woodcutter who was so to speak a master of his craft made up his mind to cut down an ancient oak so that a mistletoe wouldn’t grow in it. In consequence of it now the bleak winds blow there where sometime was the tree. Well, certainly you may fight with an evil in the world but please let life alone.

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A Wolf And A Lamb

For a strong one the powerless are always guilty:
There are plenty of such examples in History,
But we do not write History at all;
And there how in fables they tell about it.

Once in the hot day longing for drinking a Lamb had come to some rill;
Unfortunately, the hungry Wolf ran about those areas.
The Wolf had seen the Lamb, it hungered after prey;
But desiring to give the superficial legality to the case it shouted:
“How you dare, impudent fellow, with your dirty snout to stir up my drink with sand and silt ?
For such your insolence I will behead you”.
-“If you will, I beg to inform you that I drink down-stream a hundred steps from Your Grace and I cannot stir up your drink in any way”.
-“Am I a liar, in your opinion? Oh, you rascal!
Whoever heard of such a thing?
I remember that you insulted me here yet the summer before last: old bean, I have not forgotten it!”
-“You can’t be serious! I am not even one year old”, said the Lamb.
-“So it was your brother”.
-“I have no brother”.
-“Well, then it was your godfather or your matchmaker,
Say, somebody of your kith and kin.
You, your dogs and your shepherds, all of you wish harm to me
And if you can, you always do me a mischief:
But I will get even with you for their sins”.
-“Ah, what is my fault?”
-“Be silent! I have got tired to listen to your reasons,
I have no time, whippersnapper, to assort the faults of yours,
You are guilty because I am hungry”.
The Wolf had said and started to drag the Lamb towards the dense woods.

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The Quartet

the quartet

Both a rogue of monkey, a donkey, a goat and a bruin bear decided to play a quartet. They got some music, a bass, a viola, two violins and sat in the meadow under the limes, aiming to captivate the world with their art. They took up fiddlesticks and bows, proceeded to scrape away, but it was all for nothing.
“Stop, guys, wait a minute!” yelled the monkey: “What sort of music can it be, if we sit in the wrong manner? You bruin with the bass sit down, please, against the viola, and I, the prima, am going to sit against the second; we are sure to make both the forest and hills dance!”
They sat themselves down in that way, began playing, but all the same it was no good at all.
“Hang on, I found the secret”, shouted the donkey: “we are sure to succeed, if we sit in a row”.
They obeyed the ass and sat sedately in a row, yet as before the music was of the nasty kind and sort. Then, more than ever, they started to wrangle to whom and how to sit. It turned out that having paid attention to their racket a nightingale came flying. There and then all of them inquired it:
“Would you mind telling us only one thing, how we are to sit so that to play in a nice way?”
-”To be a musician, one ought to have ability and skills”, the nightingale said to them in reply:
“Whereas you, my friends, no matter how you sit, are not suited to be the ones”.
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