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Usodna spominčica
108 The Fatal Forget-me-not
Myths and Legends of Our Own Land · Charles M. SkinnerO besedilu
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- Myths and Legends of Our Own Land
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- Charles M. Skinner
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- 108 The Fatal Forget-me-not
O izvirniku
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
Usodna spominčica
Tri milje od obale Nahanta v Massachusettsu se iz morja dviga Egg Rock, granitna kupola s svetilnikom na vrhu. V prejšnjem stoletju so bile spominčice, ki so rasle v majhnem močvirju na njenem vrhu, zelo cenjene, saj je veljalo, da bosta dekle in njen ljubi, če ji bo podaril enega teh drobnih cvetov, drug drugemu zvesta vse zakonsko življenje. Neki mlad par se je pred začasnim slovesom sprehajal po nahantskih pečinah. Mladenič naj bi naslednji dan odplul v Italijo, da bi starše pregovoril k privolitvi v njuno poroko. Ko je zamišljeno zrl na morje, se je spomnil legende o spominčicah in v šaljivem tonu ponudil, da jih nabere šopek za spomin. Dekle je nepremišljeno privolilo. Stekel je s pečine do svojega čolna, odrinil in zaveslal proti skali, toda neki ribič mu je zaklical, da se pripravlja vihar in da prihaja plima; obzorje se je res že belilo in hrumenje valov je postajalo vse razločnejše.
Alice je slišala svarilni klic in bi ga bila poklicala nazaj, a ji je glas odpovedal, zato je bledega obraza in z napetim pogledom opazovala čoln, ki se je urno prebijal čez valove. Videli so ga doseči Egg Rock in čez nekaj časa je spet zaplesal proti obali; toda plima je zdaj naglo pritekala v vrtincih, valovi so se visoko dvigali in veter se je ob sončnem zahodu krepil. Čoln je tu in tam izginil v dolinah med valovi, in ko se je približal Nahantu, ga ni bilo več mogoče obvladovati. Očitno ga je zalila voda in vrv krmila se je pretrgala. Ljudje, ki so se zbrali na skalah, niso mogli storiti ničesar drugega kot vpiti napotke, ki bi bili zaman, tudi če bi jih mladenič lahko slišal. Nazadnje je čoln dvignil velik val in ga zalučal ob granitno gmoto tik pod nogami njegove ljubljene. Ko so naslednji dan našli truplo, je otrpla roka še vedno stiskala šopek spominčic.
Izvirnik
108 The Fatal Forget-me-not
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Three miles out from the Nahant shore, Massachusetts, rises Egg Rock, a dome of granite topped by a light-house. In the last century the forget-me-nots that grew in a little marsh at its summit were much esteemed, for it was reported that if a girl should receive one of these little flowers from her lover the two would be faithful to each other through all their married life. It was before a temporary separation that a certain young couple strolled together on the Nahant cliffs. The man was to sail for Italy next day, to urge parental consent to their union. As he looked dreamily into the sea the legend of the forget-me-not came into his mind, and in a playful tone he offered to gather a bunch as a memento. Unthinkingly the girl consented. He ran down the cliff to his boat, pushed out, and headed toward the rock, but a fisherman shouted that a gale was rising and the tide was coming in; indeed, the horizon was whitening and the rote was growing plain.
Alice had heard the cry of warning and would have called him back, but she was forsaken by the power of speech, and watched, with pale face and straining eyes, the boat beating smartly across the surges. It was seen to reach Egg Rock, and after a lapse came dancing toward the shore again; but the tide, was now swirling in rapidly, the waves were running high, and the wind freshened as the sun sank. At times the boat was out of sight in the hollowed water, and as it neared Nahant it became unmanageable. Apparently it had filled with water and the tiller-rope had broken. Nothing could be done by the spectators who had gathered on the rocks, except to shout directions that were futile, even if they could be heard. At last the boat was lifted by a breaker and hurled against a mass of granite at the very feet of the man's mistress. When the body was recovered next day, a bunch of forget-me-not was clasped in the rigid hand.
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