A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
Flying snow is set alight
By the moon whose form they cover;
Blurred the heavens, blurred the night.
On and on our coach advances,
Little bell goes din-din-din…
Round are vast, unknown expanses;
Terror, terror is within.
— Faster, coachman! “Can’t, sir, sorry:
Horses, sir, are nearly dead.
I am blinded, all is blurry,
All snowed up; can’t see ahead.
Sir, I tell you on the level:
We have strayed, we’ve lost the trail.
What can WE do, when a devil
Drives us, whirls us round the vale?
“There, look, there he’s playing, jolly!
Huffing, puffing in my course;
There, you see, into the gully
Pushing the hysteric horse;
Now in front of me his figure
Looms up as a queer mile-mark —
Coming closer, growing bigger,
Sparking, melting in the dark.”
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
Flying snow is set alight
By the moon whose form they cover;
Blurred the heavens, blurred the night.
We can’t whirl so any longer!
Suddenly, the bell has ceased,
Horses halted… — Hey, what’s wrong there?
“Who can tell! — a stump? a beast?..”
Blizzard’s raging, blizzard’s crying,
Horses panting, seized by fear;
Far away his shape is flying;
Still in haze the eyeballs glare;
Horses pull us back in motion,
Little bell goes din-din-din…
I behold a strange commotion:
Evil spirits gather in —
Sundry, ugly devils, whirling
In the moonlight’s milky haze:
Swaying, flittering and swirling
Like the leaves in autumn days…
What a crowd! Where are they carried?
What’s the plaintive song I hear?
Is a goblin being buried,
Or a sorceress married there?
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;
Flying snow is set alight
By the moon whose form they cover;
Blurred the heavens, blurred the night.
Swarms of devils come to rally,
Hurtle in the boundless height;
Howling fills the whitening valley,
Plaintive screeching rends my heart…
translated by: Genia Gurarie
email: egurarie@princeton.edu
Copyright ©:
Genia Gurarie
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External links
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Poems in English
- Федор Сологуб – Я дорогой невинной и смелою
- Федор Сологуб – Я часть загадки разгадал
- Федор Сологуб – Высока луна Господня
- Федор Сологуб – Выйди в поле полночное
- Федор Сологуб – Вы не умеете целовать мою землю
- Федор Сологуб – Всё зеленее и светлее
- Федор Сологуб – Волна морская – веселый шум
- Федор Сологуб – Водой спокойной отражены
- Федор Сологуб – Во внутреннем дворе отеля
- Федор Сологуб – Во мне мечты мои цветут
- Федор Сологуб – Вильгельм второй
- Федор Сологуб – Ветер в трубе
- Федор Сологуб – Веет ветер мне навстречу
- Федор Сологуб – В норе темно и мглисто
- Федор Сологуб – В моём бессилии люби меня
- Федор Сологуб – В моих мечтах такое постоянство
- Федор Сологуб – В моей лампаде ясный свет
- Федор Сологуб – В мантии серой
- Федор Сологуб – В лунном озарении
- Федор Сологуб – В лесу живет проказник неуёмный
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Alexander Pushkin (1799-1937) was a Russian poet, playwright and prose writer, founder of the realistic trend in Russian literature, literary critic and theorist of literature, historian, publicist, journalist; one of the most important cultural figures in Russia in the first third of the 19th century.