streets, When they learn it's your idea They will tear you to bits. People are quite bold today, They will show their teeth, won't they? You and I dislike the soldier But they're all the other way! TSAR Are you such a fool all days Or is it just on Saturdays? Must I tell my minister Everything in every case? To prevent the vicious tongues You must act on legal grounds, Or, in other words, just try And do it... on the sly! I for one give you my word: You will have a good reward, Our smiths have been assigned , To forge medal for you, mind! Almost two days the General racked his brains brooding over the plan how to get rid of the soldier-man. But his brain had cracked under strain. He thought again and again but all was in vain. Then, on loose end, he remembered his old friend, Yaga the Bony Leg whom he could beg. "Gotta get 'er, she knows better". She was in the forest gathering herbs, making poisons. When she saw the friend of hers she lost all her plants and herbs. She felt lonely indeed in the wood without her kindred!.. OLD WITCH You are not yourself today, Looking pale, struck with dismay. Are the Turks approaching Moscow, Or the Swedes stand in your way? Have this aspen bark, a bit, It will do you good indeed, After all, it isn't nitric, It's a gift of nature, isn't it? The aspen juice, my General, Has got a healthy mineral, No General has died from it, Just have a taste, and you'll be fit. GENERAL Lay off, woman, I'm not ill, Let us step across the hill, Scare away those hedgehogs, squirrels, I must talk to you, it's serious! There's a soldier, Fedot by name, He thinks he's got too much brain, I was told the other day To put him out of the way. How? By cutting of his head? There'll be a noise, I'm afraid. Can you give me your advice As to how to make him dead? OLD WITCH Magic, magic, you know what, Three are here, yours are not, Ace of diamonds, oaken coffin, Tell me all about Fedot... Well, if he's so prompt and smart As to dare disregard Our sovereign, let him get, By tomorrow, a golden carpet. It has got to have a grand Map-like view of the whole land. If he doesn't make so bold, It will be his own fault. GENERAL What a woman! What a skill! That's the end of my ordeal! You could be a politician And hold a minister's position! With the foes we must take care, There's always trouble in the air, I would join you on a mission, Take you with me anywhere. I can pay you back, I think, Marten, beaver - anything! If you want, I'll give you coins, Gold or silver - it's your choice. OLD WITCH Keep us without sin this day, Better put your coins away, I'm not doing it for money, I enjoy it, so why pay? Should you have some trouble again, Come, don't treat me with disdain, After all, I'm not a beast, I will always soothe your pain. Soldier Fedot is summoned to the court. The Tsar is as cross as two sticks, even before he speaks. He moves around, stamping the ground, rolling his eyes, in short, he tries to assume the air of threatening terror. TSAR By tomorrow you must get A carpet of a spun gold thread, Try and do it for all you're worth, It's a state affair, don't forget! It has got to have a grand Map-like view of the whole land. 'cause from my balcony I see Nothing. Do you understand? If you don't fulfil the task And don't do as you are asked, I shall have to hand you in To the butcher in the mornin'! Fedot went home numbed with gloom. He sat down in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling, Marusya offered him a snack but he put up his back he wished nothing, just sat frowning and sobbing, looking black. MARUSYA Tell me, why are you so angry? Why don't you eat, you must be hungry. Is the porridge overdone? Or the meat ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Иван-Дурак на английском - текст Чёрная роза - эмблема печали, красная роза - эмблема любви на английском - текст Вор на английском - текст Руслан и Людмила на английском - текст Челюсти на английском |