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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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- Slovenščina
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- 3 min branja
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- 3 strani
- Naslov izvirnika
- 009 The Culprit Fay
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
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Boben lesnega klopa skliče vilince ob polnoči na vrh gore Cro' Nest. Iz svojih postelj v cvetnih čašah in visečih mrež iz pajčevine priplezajo ter poletijo na zbor, ne da bi se razposajeno podili po travi ali gostili za gobjo mizo, temveč da bi slišali sodbo nad vilincem, ki je pozabil na svojo zaobljubo čistosti in vzljubil zemeljsko dekle. S prestola pod baldahinom iz tulipanovih venčnih listov, ki ga nosijo stebri iz školjkovine, kralj zapove tišino ter s strogim pogledom, a z omehčanim glasom pove krivcu, da je sicer prezirljivo prekršil kraljevi ukaz, vendar se je obvaroval najhujše kazni, ječe v orehovih lupinah in pajčevinastih temnicah, ker je vzljubil blago in čisto dekle. Zato bo dovolj, če se spusti k Hudsonu in ujame kapljico iz megličastega loka, ki ga jeseter pusti za seboj, ko skoči iz vode; nato pa mora svojo ugaslo svetilko iz plamenečega lesa prižgati ob utrinkovi iskri. Vilin se prikloni in se brez besede počasi spusti po skalnem strmem pobočju, saj so njegova krila omadeževana in so izgubila moč; ko pa pride do reke, na vso moč vleče školjčno lupino, dokler je ne spravi na vodo. Nato skoči vanjo in z močnim travnim listom odvesla do kraja, kjer plava jeseter, čeprav ga vodni duhovi nadlegujejo in premetavajo njegov čolnič, ribe in pijavke pa butajo vanj in ga vlečejo; tedaj pa jeseter nenadoma šine iz vode in še preden izgine megličasti lok, ki ga zariše v zraku, vilinec v drobcen cvet ujame kapljico pršca ter si v njej očisti krila.
Vodni škrati ga ne mučijo več. Čolnič mu potisnejo k bregu, kjer se izkrca in jim pošlje poljub, nato pa lahno kakor mehurček odleti nazaj na gorski vrh, si nadene čelado iz želoda, oklep iz čebelje kože in ščit iz pikapoloničinega pokrova ter s sulico, okovano z osjim želom, v roki zajaha svojega kresničjega konjiča in šine proč kakor blisk. Svet se pod njim razprostre in nato postaja vse manjši, on pa leti naravnost naprej. Ledeni duhovi se mu zlobno režijo iz najvišjih oblakov in meglice valovijo okoli njega, a on stresa sulico in piska svoj klic, dokler naposled ne prispe do Rimske ceste. Tam ga nebesne silfide popeljejo k svoji kraljici, ki počiva v palači s stropom iz zvezd, katere kupolo podpirajo severni siji, zavese pa so stkane iz jutranje zarje. Njen plašč je škrlaten kakor somrak, spet z zlatimi nitmi vzhodne zarje, njen obraz pa je lep kakor srebrna luna.
Prosi vilinca, naj ostane pri njej in na veke uživa nebeške radosti, toda viteški vilin ukroti razbijanje svojega srca, saj se spominja obraza na zemlji, lepšega od njenega, in jo prosi, naj ga pusti oditi. Z vzdihom mu pripravi voz iz oblaka, zadaj priveže njegovega kresničjega konjiča in vilinec odhiti na severno nebo, od koder med hrumenjem in vrtinčenjem prileti utrinek ter se ob preletu razplamti. Ob žareči iskri prižge svojo svetilko, nato pa obrne in odleti v vilinsko deželo. Kralj in bratje ga bučno pozdravijo s pesmijo in vzkliki, z gostijo in plesom, rajanje pa traja, dokler se na vzhodnem nebu ne zariše rdečkasta proga. Tedaj petelin predirljivo zakikirika in vilincev ni več.
Izvirnik
009 The Culprit Fay
Naslednje strani prikazujejo izvirno besedilo za primerjavo.
The wood-tick's drum convokes the elves at the noon of night on Cro' Nest top, and, clambering out of their flower-cup beds and hammocks of cobweb, they fly to the meeting, not to freak about the grass or banquet at the mushroom table, but to hear sentence passed on the fay who, forgetting his vestal vow, has loved an earthly maid. From his throne under a canopy of tulip petals, borne on pillars of shell, the king commands silence, and with severe eye but softened voice he tells the culprit that while he has scorned the royal decree he has saved himself from the extreme penalty, of imprisonment in walnut shells and cobweb dungeons, by loving a maid who is gentle and pure. So it shall be enough if he will go down to the Hudson and seize a drop from the bow of mist that a sturgeon leaves when he makes his leap; and after, to kindle his darkened flame-wood lamp at a meteor spark. The fairy bows, and without a word slowly descends the rocky steep, for his wing is soiled and has lost its power; but once at the river, he tugs amain at a mussel shell till he has it afloat; then, leaping in, he paddles out with a strong grass blade till he comes to the spot where the sturgeon swims, though the watersprites plague him and toss his boat, and the fish and the leeches bunt and drag; but, suddenly, the sturgeon shoots from the water, and ere the arch of mist that he tracks through the air has vanished, the sprite has caught a drop of the spray in a tiny blossom, and in this he washes clean his wings.
The water-goblins torment him no longer. They push his boat to the shore, where, alighting, he kisses his hand, then, even as a bubble, he flies back to the mountain top, dons his acorn helmet, his corselet of bee-hide, his shield of lady-bug shell, and grasping his lance, tipped with wasp sting, he bestrides his fire-fly steed and off he goes like a flash. The world spreads out and then grows small, but he flies straight on. The ice-ghosts leer from the topmost clouds, and the mists surge round, but he shakes his lance and pipes his call, and at last he comes to the Milky Way, where the sky-sylphs lead him to their queen, who lies couched in a palace ceiled with stars, its dome held up by northern lights and the curtains made of the morning's flush. Her mantle is twilight purple, tied with threads of gold from the eastern dawn, and her face is as fair as the silver moon.
She begs the fay to stay with her and taste forever the joys of heaven, but the knightly elf keeps down the beating of his heart, for he remembers a face on earth that is fairer than hers, and he begs to go. With a sigh she fits him a car of cloud, with the fire-fly steed chained on behind, and he hurries away to the northern sky whence the meteor comes, with roar and whirl, and as it passes it bursts to flame. He lights his lamp at a glowing spark, then wheels away to the fairy-land. His king and his brothers hail him stoutly, with song and shout, and feast and dance, and the revel is kept till the eastern sky has a ruddy streak. Then the cock crows shrill and the fays are gone.
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