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Sirena iz reke French Broad
173 Siren of the French Broad
Myths and Legends of Our Own Land · Charles M. SkinnerO besedilu
Sirena iz reke French Broad
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Myths and Legends of Our Own Land
Obsežna zgodovinska zbirka ameriških legend, ki jih je Skinner zbral in avtorsko rekonstruiral. Bralni jezik je Slovenščina, izvirnik pa prihaja iz vira Myths and Legends of Our Own Land v jeziku English.
Besedilo
Sirena iz reke French Broad
Med skalami vzhodno od Ashevilla v Severni Karolini prebiva Lorelaj reke French Broad. Ta reka — Indijanci so ji pravili Tselica — ima v zgornjem toku številne tolmune, kjer se deroča voda vrtinči in poglablja ter kjer se popotnik rad ustavi v popoldanski vročini, da bi se napil in okopal. Tu že od časov, ko so v tej deželi živeli Čerokiji, prebiva sirena, in če kdo, utrujen in potrt, sede ob reko ali izreče željo, da bi v njej našel počitek, zasliši nežno, prelepo glasbo, ki se zliva s pljuskanjem valov.
Ko presenečen pogleda v globino, zagleda — sprva le medlo, nato vse razločneje — podobo prelepe ženske z lasmi, ki valovijo kakor mah, in temnimi očmi, zazrtimi v njegove; vabi ga z močjo, ki se ji ne more upreti. Dih mu zastaja, pogled mu otrpne; kakor stroj vstane, stopi na rob in omahne naprej v reko. Roke, ki ga ujamejo, so sluzaste in hladne kakor kače; obraz, ki zre v njegovega, je režeča se lobanja. Glasen, regljajoč smeh odmeva po divjini, nato pa spet vse utihne.
Izvirnik
173 Siren of the French Broad
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Among the rocks east of Asheville, North Carolina, lives the Lorelei of the French Broad River. This stream--the Tselica of the Indians--contains in its upper reaches many pools where the rapid water whirls and deepens, and where the traveller likes to pause in the heats of afternoon and drink and bathe. Here, from the time when the Cherokees occupied the country, has lived the siren, and if one who is weary and downcast sits beside the stream or utters a wish to rest in it, he becomes conscious of a soft and exquisite music blending with the plash of the wave.
Looking down in surprise he sees--at first faintly, then with distinctness--the form of a beautiful woman, with hair streaming like moss and dark eyes looking into his, luring him with a power he cannot resist. His breath grows short, his gaze is fixed, mechanically he rises, steps to the brink, and lurches forward into the river. The arms that catch him are slimy and cold as serpents; the face that stares into his is a grinning skull. A loud, chattering laugh rings through the wilderness, and all is still again.
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