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079 THE OLDEST DRAGON-FLY NYMPH

Živalske zgodbe Clare Dillingham Pierson · Clara Dillingham Pierson
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Najstarejša nimfa kačjega pastirja

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Živalske zgodbe Clare Dillingham Pierson
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Clara Dillingham Pierson
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079 THE OLDEST DRAGON-FLY NYMPH

O izvirniku

Živalske zgodbe Clare Dillingham Pierson

Devetindevetdeset avtorskih zgodb o živalih na kmetiji, travniku, v gozdu, ob ribniku in ponoči. Bralni jezik je Slovenščina, izvirnik pa prihaja iz vira Živalske zgodbe Clare Dillingham Pierson v jeziku English.

Besedilo

Najstarejša nimfa kačjega pastirja

Ko je Najstarejša nimfa kačjega pastirja začutila, da so krila pod njeno kožo že dovolj velika, se je poslovila od svojih vodnih prijateljev in se počasi povzpela po steblu visokega rogoza. Vse druge nimfe kačjih pastirjev so se zgrnile okoli nje in si želele, da bi bila tudi njihova krila že bliže zrelosti, ličinke pa so se pogovarjale o času, ko bodo tudi same postale nimfe. Najstarejša nimfa, tista, ki je odhajala, jim je povedala, da bodo nekega dne prav tako lepe in velike nimfe kakor ona, če bodo pridne ličinkice, če bodo pojedle veliko preproste hrane in pazile, da si ne polomijo katere od nog ali poškodujejo katere od svojih kratkih, togih tipalk. Potem se je počasi vzpenjala po rogozovem steblu, in ko je iz vode potegnila še deseti, zadnji člen svojega telesa, so se njeni prijatelji obrnili drug k drugemu in rekli: »Zdaj je pa res odšla.« Tako hudo jim je bilo, da so morali pri priči nekaj pojesti, da ne bi zajokali.

Najstarejša nimfa zdaj ni več dihala v vodi, temveč je začela dihati zrak. Preden je zlezla še više, je obstala in se ozrla po ribniku. Še nikoli ga ni videla od zgoraj in zdel se ji je prav nenavaden. Bil je lep in bleščeč, in ker je bilo nebo nad njim brez oblačka, je bila voda čudovito modra. Niti sapica ni pihljala, zato ni bilo drobnih valov, ki bi se lesketali in sem ter tja pošiljali plešoče utrinke svetlobe. Bil je eden tistih zelo vročih in mirnih poletnih dni, kakršne imajo kačji pastirji najrajši.

Ko je tako stala tam, se ji je v velikih očeh naselila žalost. »Ribnik je lep,« je rekla, »ampak če ga gledaš od zgoraj, ni videti prav nič domač.« Žalostno je zmajala s svojo trikotno glavo in si s sprednjima nogama pomela oči. Zdelo se ji je, da bo pogrešala vesele urice v blatu z drugimi otroki.

Na sosednji rogoz je priletel Deviški bleščavec. Vedela je, da je Deviški bleščavec, ker je imel črna krila zložena nad hrbtom, po vsem telesu in krilih pa so se mu prelivali zeleni in modri odsevi. Bil je zelo vitek in manjši od nje. »Dobro jutro,« je rekel. »Si pravkar prišla gor?«

»Da,« je rekla in sramežljivo pogledala navzdol k svojim sprednjim stopalcem. Ni vedela, kako naj se vede v zraku, saj je bilo tu vse tako drugače kakor v vodi. »Lepšega dne si ne bi mogla želeti,« je rekel. »Zelo sem vesel, da si prišla. Oprosti mi. Tamle je prijatelj, s katerim moram govoriti.« Nato je odletel z drugim Deviškim bleščavcem.

»Pohiti in zamenjaj kožo,« se je oglasil glas nad njo. Nad njeno glavo je v zraku lebdel velik, postaven fant. »Ko jo boš, ti povem skrivnost.«

Kačjim pastirjem je veliko do skrivnosti, zato je svojih dvanajst ostrih krempeljcev hitro zasadila v rogozovo steblo, si po hrbtu razprla staro kožo ter se zvijala, obračala in vlekla, dokler ni iz nje izvlekla vseh šestih nog in zgornjega dela telesa. To jo je zelo utrudilo in morala si je za nekaj časa odpočiti. Stara koža se je razprla le za kratek razporek ob ramenih in skozi tako majhno odprtino je bilo težko zlesti ven. Nato je noge privila tesno ob telo, se upognila nazaj in se zibala sem ter tja, dokler ni svojega dolgega, vitkega telesa izvlekla iz pretesnega ovoja.

Odlezla je od prazne kože in si jo ogledala. Še vedno je imela obliko njenega telesa, vendar je bila presenečena, kako hitro je postajala vitka. Čeprav je bila zunaj šele kratek čas, je bila že precej daljša in tanjša kakor prej in stara koža se ji je zdela veliko prekratka. »Kako se moda spreminja,« je rekla. »Spomnim se, kako ponosna sem bila na to kožo, ko sem jo dobila, zdaj pa ne bi hotela, da me kdo vidi v njej.«

Njena lepa, prosojna krila s temnimi žilicami so se na soncu sušila in večala. Zdaj je bila še slabotna in jih je imela zložena nad hrbtom kakor Deviški bleščavec, toda takoj ko se bo odpočila in okrepila, jih je nameravala razprostreti vstran.

Postavni Veliki kačji pastir je pristal ob njej. »Kako so tvoja krila?« je vprašal. »Skoraj že suha,« je veselo odgovorila in z njimi rahlo zatrepetala, da bi mu pokazala, kako lepa so.

»No,« je rekel. »Zdaj ti bom povedal skrivnost in seveda je ne boš nikoli nikomur izdala. Videl sem te, da si govorila z Deviškim bleščavcem. Morda je čisto v redu, ampak v našo družbo pa pravzaprav ne sodi, veš, in bolje bo, da nimaš nič z njim.«

»Hvala,« je rekla. »Ne bom.« Zdelo se ji je zelo prijazno od njega, da ji je to povedal. Kmalu je odletel, in ko se je sama prvič vzdignila v zrak, jo je dohitel drugi Veliki kačji pastir. »Povedal ti bom skrivnost,« je rekel, »če je ne boš nikoli izdala.«

»Ne bom je,« je rekla. »Videl sem te, da si malo prej govorila z Deviškim bleščavcem. Morda si opazila, da je imel krila zložena nad hrbtom. Veliki kačji pastirji tega nikoli ne počnemo in nihče te ne sme nikoli videti s tako zloženimi krili.«

»Hvala,« je rekla. »Ne bo me. Ampak med sušenjem sem jih morala držati tako.« »Seveda,« je rekel. »Takrat vsi počnemo reči, ki jih pozneje ne bi.«

Kmalu je začela odlagati jajčeca. Letela je tako nizko, da se je tu in tam s telesom dotaknila vode in izpustila po eno jajčece. Vsako je takoj potonilo na dno in zanj se ni več menila.

Priletel je tretji Veliki kačji pastir. »Nekaj ti hočem povedati,« je rekel. »Približaj glavo moji.« Približala mu je glavo in zašepetal je: »Pred nekaj minutami sem te videl leteti z mojim bratrancem. Nerad to rečem, ampak ni primeren prijatelj zate. Kar koli že storiš, nikar ne hodi več z njim. Pojdi z menoj.«

»Hvala,« je rekla, vendar se je začela spraševati, kaj je narobe. Opazila je, da ji je vsakokrat, ko se je s kom podružila, nekdo drug takoj povedal, da tega ne sme več početi. Spodaj v ribniku so bili vsi prijatelji. Spraševala se je, ali ne bi moglo biti tako tudi v zraku. Z desno sprednjo nogo si je pomela glavo in se namrščila, kolikor se je mogla. Saj veste, prav močno se ni mogla namrščiti, ker je imela oči tako velike in tako blizu skupaj, da je za mrščenje ostalo le malo prostora.

Obrnila je glavo, da bi pogledala, ali prihaja še kdo, ki bi ji rad povedal skrivnost. Njen vrat je bil zelo, zelo vitek in komaj viden, saj je bila glava zadaj votla in je kakor pokrov sedela na ramenih. Nobenega drugega kačjega pastirja ni bilo blizu. Namesto tega je zagledala Lastovko, ki se je spuščala naravnost proti njej. Lahkotno je švignila v zrak in Lastovka se je pognala za njo. Kadar je med letom odprla kljun, da bi jo zgrabila, je kačja pastirica poletela nazaj ali vstran, ne da bi se obrnila. To se je ponovilo večkrat in še sreča zanjo, da je bilo tako, kajti Lastovka je bila zelo lačna, in če bi jo ujela — no, potem prav gotovo ne bi nikoli izdala nobene od skrivnosti, ki jih je poznala.

Lastovka je nazadnje povsem izgubila potrpljenje in godrnjaje odletela. »Nič več ne bom tratila časa,« je rekla, »s tem, da lovim nekoga, ki zna leteti nazaj, ne da bi se obrnil. Kakšen nesmiseln način letenja!«

Kačji pastirici pa se je zdel ta način nadvse dober in bila je še bolj ponosna na svoja krila kakor prej. »Noge so že prav v redu,« si je rekla, »vsaj za tisto, čemur služijo, in brez njih bi bila stopala bolj malo uporabna; ampak krila so mi ljubša. Zdaj ko pomislim,« je dodala, »nisem naredila niti koraka, odkar sem začela leteti. Zdaj bolje razumem stari pregovor: ‚Naj ti krila prihranijo noge.‘ Prav gotovo so noge zelo pripravne za stanje, kadar se ti ne ljubi leteti.«

Prišla je noč in z veseljem je zaspala na spodnji strani širokega lista pontederije. Ko se je prebudila, je bila vsa topa in lena. Nikakor ni mogla dognati, kaj je narobe, dokler ni zaslišala prijateljev, ki so se pogovarjali o vremenu. Tedaj je izvedela, da se kačji pastirji v temnih in deževnih dneh vedno tako počutijo. »Ne vem, zakaj bi bilo to tako pomembno,« je rekla. »Saj se ne bojim dežja. Nikoli se nisem menila za to, ali si zmočim noge, pa mi ni nikoli nič škodilo.«

»Brrr!« je rekel eden od njenih prijateljev. »Tebe še nikoli ni zmočilo samo tu in tam po telesu ali te po enem krilu zadela velika dežna kaplja, ki je priletela vse od oblaka. Mene je nekoč dežna kaplja zadela v drugo desno koleno in od takrat me boli. Samo še pet zdravih kolen imam in zelo moram paziti, kadar pristajam na spolzkih listih.«

Bilo je zelo pusto. Videti je bilo, kakor da nikomur ni mar za nikogar in za nič. Postavni Veliki kačji pastirji, ki so bili prejšnji dan tako vljudni z njo, so ji zdaj komajda voščili dobro jutro. Kadar jih je kaj vprašala, niso rekli drugega kakor »Da« ali »Ne« ali »Ne vem«, eden pa ji je celo zazijal naravnost v obraz. »Ojoj!« je rekla. »Kako rada bi bila spet v ribniku, kjer me dež ne bi mogel zmočiti. Rada bi videla svoje stare prijatelje in nekaj ljubkih ličinkic. Ko bi le prišlo gor še več nimf.«

Ozirala se je na vse strani, da bi jih našla, in pri tem zagledala bleščeči hrbtni oklep Hlastavega želvaka, ki je molel iz plitve vode. »Mislim, da ga bom obiskala,« je rekla. »Morda mi bo povedal kaj o mojih starih prijateljih, vsekakor pa me bo to spravilo v boljšo voljo.« Zelo previdno je pristala na sredi njegovega hrbtnega oklepa in ugotovila, da je tam prav udobno. »Dobro jutro,« je rekla. »Ali ste —«

»Ne,« je odrezal. »Nisem in tudi ne nameravam!« »Ojoj,« je rekla. »To je pa res škoda.« »Ne vem, zakaj,« je rekel. »Je kakšen poseben razlog, da bi moral?«

»Mislila sem, da ste jih morda po naključju,« je rekla, »in rada bi vedela, kako so.« »O čem pa govoriš?« je odrezal. »Hotela sem vas vprašati, ali ste zadnje čase kaj videli otroke kačjih pastirjev,« je rekla. In med govorjenjem je preverila, ali se dovolj trdno drži, da ji ne bi spodrsnilo. Tam, kjer je bila, se je počutila povsem varno, saj je vedela, da je ne glede na to, kako čemeren je, ne more doseči nad robovi svojega hrbtnega oklepa.

»No, zakaj pa nisi tega takoj povedala,« je odrezal, »namesto da sediš tam in govoriš neumnosti! Dobro so. Cela kopica nimf gre danes v zrak!« Zdaj ko je izrekel nekaj neprijaznih besed, je postajal boljše volje. »Precej si se spremenila, odkar sem te nazadnje videl.«

»Kdaj je bilo to?« je vprašala. »Nekega dne, ko je prav malo manjkalo, pa bi se usedel na celo gručo vas, otrok kačjih pastirjev,« se je zahahljal. »Takrat si bila še neugledna mlada nimfa in si mi pokazala spodnjo ustnico.«

»Oh!« je rekla. »Torej ste nas vendarle videli?« »Seveda sem vas,« je odgovoril. »Saj imam oči, ne? Pa še usedel bi se na vas, če si ne bi želel videti, kako se boste razbežali. Ličinke so zmeraj polne muh, ampak so pač še mlade. Ve nimfe pa ste bile dovolj stare, da bi morale vedeti, kaj se spodobi.«

»Najbrž smo bile res,« je rekla. »Nisem mislila, da nas vidite. Zakaj nam niste povedali?« »Oh,« je rekel Hlastavi želvak, »pomislil sem, da bom imel skrivnost. Če je sam ne znam obdržati zase, vem, da je tudi nihče drug ne more obdržati zame. Ko ti skrivnosti enkrat uidejo, znajo plavati hitreje kakor katera koli riba v ribniku. Zdelo se mi je bolje, da ne povem. Veš, morda bi se hotel kdaj drugič usesti na vas.«

»Nikoli več ne boste imeli priložnosti,« je rekla in v velikih očeh se ji je hudomušno zaiskrilo. »Zdaj sem jaz na vrsti, da sedim na vas.« In od takrat sta bila zelo dobra prijatelja — dokler je sedela na sredi njegovega oklepa.

Izvirnik

079 THE OLDEST DRAGON-FLY NYMPH

Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.

When the Oldest Dragon-Fly Nymph felt that the wings under her skin were large enough, she said good-bye to her water friends, and crawled slowly up the stem of a tall cat-tail. All the other Dragon-Fly Nymphs crowded around her and wished that their wings were more nearly ready, and the larvae talked about the time when they should become Nymphs. The Oldest Nymph, the one who was going away, told them that if they would be good little larvae, and eat a great deal of plain food and take care not to break any of their legs, or to hurt either of their short, stiff little feelers, they would some day be fine great Nymphs like her. Then she crawled slowly up the cat-tail stem, and when she drew the tenth and last joint of her body out of the water, her friends turned to each other and said, "She is really gone." They felt so badly about it that they had to eat something at once to keep from crying.

The Oldest Nymph now stopped breathing water and began to breathe air. She waited to look at the pond before she went any farther. She had never seen it from above, and it looked very queer to her. It was beautiful and shining, and, because the sky above it was cloudless, the water was a most wonderful blue. There was no wind stirring, so there were no tiny waves to sparkle and send dancing bits of light here and there. It was one of the very hot and still summer days, which Dragon-Flies like best.

A sad look came into the Nymph's great eyes as she stood there. "The pond is beautiful," she said; "but when one looks at it from above, it does not seem at all homelike." She shook her three-cornered head sadly, and rubbed her eyes with her forelegs. She thought she should miss the happy times in the mud with the other children.

A Virgin Dragon-Fly lighted on the cat-tail next to hers. She knew it was a Virgin Dragon-Fly because he had black wings folded over his back, and there were shimmering green and blue lights all over his body and wings. He was very slender and smaller than she. "Good morning," said he. "Are you just up?"

"Yes," said she, looking bashfully down at her forefeet. She did not know how to behave in the air, it was so different from the water.

"Couldn't have a finer day," said he. "Very glad you've come. Excuse me. There is a friend to whom I must speak." Then he flew away with another Virgin Dragon-Fly.

"Hurry up and get your skin changed," said a voice above her, and there was a fine great fellow floating in the air over her head. "I'll tell you a secret when you do."

Dragon-Flies care a great deal for secrets, so she quickly hooked her twelve sharp claws into the cat-tail stem, and unfastened her old skin down the back, and wriggled and twisted and pulled until she had all her six legs and the upper part of her body out. This made her very tired and she had to rest for a while. The old skin would only open down for a little way by her shoulders, and it was hard to get out through such a small place. Next she folded her legs close to her body, and bent over backward, and swayed this way and that, until she had drawn her long, slender body from its outgrown covering.

She crawled away from the empty skin and looked it over. It kept the shape of her body, but she was surprised to find how fast she was growing slender. Even then, and she had been out only a short time, she was much longer and thinner than she had been, and her old skin looked much too short for her. "How styles do change," she said. "I remember how proud I was of that skin when I first got it, and now I wouldn't be seen in it."

Her beautiful gauzy wings with their dark veinings, were drying and growing in the sunshine. She was weak now, and had them folded over her back like those of the Virgin Dragon-Fly, but, as soon as she felt rested and strong, she meant to spread them out flat.

The fine Big Dragon-Fly lighted beside her. "How are your wings?" said he.

"Almost dry," she answered joyfully, and she quivered them a little to show him how handsome they were.

"Well," said he. "I'll tell you the secret now, and of course you will never speak of it. I saw you talking with a Virgin Dragon-Fly. He may be all right, but he isn't really in our set, you know, and you'd better not have anything to do with him."

"Thank you," she said. "I won't." She thought it very kind in him to tell her.

He soon flew away, and, as she took her first flight into the air, a second Big Dragon-Fly overtook her. "I'll tell you a secret," said he, "if you will never tell."

"I won't," said she.

"I saw you talking to a Virgin Dragon-Fly a while ago. You may have noticed that he folded his wings over his back. The Big Dragon-Flies never do this, and you must never be seen with yours so."

"Thank you," she said. "I won't. But when they were drying I had to hold them in that way."

"Of course," said he. "We all do things then that we wouldn't afterward."

Before long she began egg-laying, flying low enough to touch her body to the water now and then and drop a single egg. This egg always sank at once to the bottom, and she took no more care of it.

A third Big Dragon-Fly came up to her. "I want to tell you something," he said. "Put your head close to mine."

She put her head close to his, and he whispered, "I saw you flying with my cousin a few minutes ago. I dislike to say it, but he is not a good friend for you. Whatever you do, don't go with him again. Go with me."

"Thank you," said she, yet she began to wonder what was the matter. She saw that just as soon as she visited with anybody, somebody else told her that she must not do so again. Down in the pond they had all been friends. She wondered if it could not be so in the air. She rubbed her head with her right foreleg, and frowned as much as she could. You know she couldn't frown very much, because her eyes were so large and close together that there was only a small frowning-place left.

She turned her head to see if any one else was coming to tell her a secret. Her neck was very, very slender and did not show much, because the back side of her head was hollow and fitted over her shoulders. No other Dragon-Fly was near. Instead, she saw a Swallow swooping down on her. She sprang lightly into the air and the Swallow chased her. When he had his beak open to catch her as he flew, she would go backward or sidewise without turning around. This happened many times, and it was well for her that it was so, for the Swallow was very hungry, and if he had caught her--well, she certainly would never have told any of the secrets she knew.

The Swallow quite lost his patience and flew away grumbling. "I won't waste any more time," he said, "on trying to catch somebody who can fly backward without turning around. Ridiculous way to fly!"

The Dragon-Fly thought it an exceedingly good way, however, and was even more proud of her wings than she had been. "Legs are all very well," she said to herself, "as far as they go, and one's feet would be of very little use without them; but I like wings better. Now that I think of it," she added, "I haven't walked a step since I began to fly. I understand better the old saying, 'Make your wings save your legs.' They certainly are very good things to stand on when one doesn't care to fly."

Night came, and she was glad to sleep on the under side of a broad leaf of pickerel-weed. She awakened feeling stupid and lazy. She could not think what was the matter, until she heard her friends talking about the weather. Then she knew that Dragon-Flies are certain to feel so on dark and wet days. "I don't see what difference that should make," she said. "I'm not afraid of rain. I've always been careless about getting my feet wet and it never hurt me any."

"Ugh!" said one of her friends. "You've never been wet in spots, or hit on one wing by a great rain-drop that has fallen clear down from a cloud. I had a rain-drop hit my second right knee once, and it has hurt me ever since. I have only five good knees left, and I have to be very careful about lighting on slippery leaves."

It was very dull. Nobody seemed to care about anybody or anything. The fine Big Dragon-Flies, who had been so polite to her the day before, hardly said "Good morning" to her now. When she asked them questions, they would say nothing but "Yes" or "No" or "I don't know," and one of them yawned in her face. "Oh dear!" she said. "How I wish myself back in the pond where the rain couldn't wet me. I'd like to see my old friends and some of the dear little larvae. I wish more of the Nymphs would come up."

She looked all around for them, and as she did so she saw the shining back-shell of the Snapping Turtle, showing above the shallow water. "I believe I'll call on him," she said. "He may tell me something about my old friends, and anyway it will cheer me up." She lighted very carefully on the middle of his back-shell and found it very comfortable. "Good morning," said she. "Have you--"

"No," snapped he. "I haven't, and I don't mean to!"

"Dear me," said she. "That is too bad."

"I don't see why," said he. "Is there any particular reason why I should?"

"I thought you might have just happened to," said she, "and I should like to know how they are."

"What are you talking about?" snapped he.

"I was going to ask if you had seen the Dragon-Fly children lately," she said. And as she spoke she made sure that she could not slip. She felt perfectly safe where she was, because she knew that, no matter how cross he might be, he could not reach above the edges of his back-shell.

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place," he snapped, "instead of sitting there and talking nonsense! They are all right. A lot of the Nymphs are going into the air to-day!" Now that he had said a few ugly things, he began to feel better natured. "You've changed a good deal since the last time I saw you."

"When was that?" asked she.

"It was one day when I came remarkably near sitting down on a lot of you Dragon-Fly children," he chuckled. "You were a homely young Nymph then, and you stuck out your lower lip at me."

"Oh!" said she. "Then you did see us?"

"Of course I did," answered he. "Haven't I eyes? I'd have sat down on you, too, if I hadn't wanted to see you scramble away. The larvae always are full of mischief, but then they are young. You Nymphs were old enough to know better."

"I suppose we were," she said. "I didn't think you saw us. Why didn't you tell us?"

"Oh," said the Snapping Turtle, "I thought I'd have a secret. If I can't keep a secret for myself, I know that nobody can keep it for me. Secrets can swim faster than any fish in the pond if you once let them get away from you. I thought I'd better not tell. I might want to sit on you some other time, you know."

"You'll never have the chance," said she, with a twinkle in her big eyes. "It is my turn to sit on you." And after that they were very good friends--as long as she sat on the middle of his shell.