A short summary helps to quickly familiarize yourself with the content of any literary work. "Ruslan and Lyudmila" - a poem by A.S. Pushkin. The retelling will help the reader understand the meaning of the work, introduce the plot, the main characters, and, perhaps, arouse interest in a detailed study of the original.
History of creation
They say that Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin was thinking about writing such a work, while still studying at the Lyceum. But he began to work on it thoroughly later - in 1818-1820. Pushkin wanted to create a fairy tale poetry in which there would be a "heroic spirit".
The poetic work was born simultaneously under the influence of Russian literary tales and the works of Voltaire and Ariosto. Some of the characters were named after the publication of The History of the Russian State. It was there that Ratmir, Ragdai, Farlaf were. A short summary will introduce you to them very soon.
"Ruslan and Lyudmila" also has elements of parody, because Alexander Sergeevich sometimes liked to show off with apt epigrams, to include humorous elements in his poetic creations. Critics noticed that Pushkin kindly parodies some episodes of Zhukovsky's ballad "Twelve Sleeping Maidens". But in the 30s, the poet even regretted that he did this to "please the rabble", because he treated Zhukovsky well, who presented him with his portrait after the poem was published and wrote that it was the defeated teacher who presented it to the winner-student.
Dedication
The people love many tales of A.S. Pushkin, Ruslan and Lyudmila is no exception. Not everyone knows that the poem begins with lines in which the author says that he devotes it to beauties. Then there are lines known to many about the curvature, the green oak, the learned cat, the mermaid. After that, the work itself begins.
First song
The first chapter is introduced to the reader by a summary. Ruslan and Lyudmila loved each other. The girl was the daughter of the Kiev prince Vladimir. This is described in the first song, this is how A.S. Pushkin called the 6 chapters. The latter, accordingly, is called "The Sixth Song".
The author, using the beauty of the word, tells about a merry celebration on the occasion of the wedding of two people in love. Only three guests were not happy at this feast - Ratmir, Farlaf and Rogdai. They are Ruslan's rivals, as they were also in love with a beautiful girl.
And now the time has come for the newlyweds to remain alone. But suddenly thunder was heard, the lamp went out, everything around was trembling, and Lyudmila disappeared.
Ruslan is saddened. And Vladimir ordered to find his daughter and promised to give her as a wife to the one who would bring the girl. Of course, Ruslan's three enemies could not miss such an opportunity and rushed in search, like the newly-minted groom himself.
One day he meets an old man in a cave. He told him the story of his love, that in his youth he was ready to move mountains for a certain Naina, but she rejected the young man. Then he left and for 40 years studied spells aimed at making the girl fall in love with him. When the elder returned, he saw instead of the maiden a disgusting old woman, whom Naina had become over the years. And she finally became inflamed with feelings for him. However, old man Finn fled from her, and has since lived in seclusion in a cave. He said that Lyudmila was kidnapped by the terrible wizard Chernomor.
Second song
A summary of Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" came to the second chapter. From it, the reader learns that Rogdai was in a belligerent mood, he galloped, sending curses to Ruslan. Suddenly the man saw the rider and chased after him. He, barely alive from fear, tried to gallop away, but his horse stumbled and the rider flew into the ditch. Rogdai saw that it was not Ruslan, but Farlaf, and rode away.
An old woman approached Farlaf (it was Naina), brought a horse and advised him to come back and live on his estate near Kiev, because while Lyudmila is still difficult to find, and then she will not go anywhere from Naina and Farlaf. He listened to the old woman and galloped back.
Further, a brief summary of the book "Ruslan and Lyudmila" will tell the reader where the girl languished at that time. The place of her location was the palace of the villain Chernomor. She woke up on the bed. Three maidservants came in silence, dressed and combed the beauty.
Ludmila longingly went to the window, looked at then left the palace and saw a magical garden, which was more beautiful than the "gardens of Armida". There were picturesque gazebos and waterfalls. After lunch in nature, the girl returned back and saw how servants entered the room and carried Chernomor's beard on pillows, followed by himself - a hunchback and a dwarf.
The girl was not taken aback, grabbed "Karla by the cap", raised her fist over him, and then screamed so that everyone ran away in horror.
Meanwhile, Ruslan fought with Rogdai who attacked him and defeated the bully, throwing him into the waves of the Dnieper. This continues the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila".
The servants were combing the beard of the retreating Chernomor. Suddenly, a winged serpent flew through the window and turned into Naina. The old woman said that the sorcerer was in danger - the heroes were looking for Lyudmila. She spoke flatteringly about Chernomor and confirmed that she was completely on his side.
To celebrate, the evil wizard entered the girl's chambers again, but did not see her there. The search for the servants was also unsuccessful. It turns out that Lyudmila understood what properties the hat has. If you put it backwards, the person will become invisible, which the beauty did. These are the magical accessories that Pushkin used in his poem Ruslan and Lyudmila. A very short summary quickly takes the reader to the next scene.
At this time, the young husband found himself on the battlefield, saw many dead soldiers. He picked up a shield, helmet, horn, but could not find a good sword. Not far from the field, he saw a large hill, it turned out to be a real head. She told the traveler that she was once on the shoulders of a hero - the brother of Chernomor. But the latter was jealous of his tall and handsome brother. Taking the opportunity, the dwarf chopped off his head and ordered his head to guard the sword, which, according to legend, could cut off the magic beard of the sorcerer.
Song Four
This is how quickly a brief retelling of the content of Ruslan and Lyudmila came to the fourth chapter. Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin first reflects on how wonderful it is that there are not so many wizards in real life. Further, he says that Ratmir, in search of Lyudmila, came across the castle. There he was met by ladies who fed the knight, surrounded him with attention, tenderness, care, and the young hero abandoned his previous plans to find Vladimir's daughter. At this, for now, the author leaves the happy young man and says that only Ruslan continues the path he has chosen. On the way, he meets a giant, a hero, a witch, defeats them, does not go to the mermaids who beckon the young man.
Meanwhile, Lyudmila wanders in an invisible hat through the halls of the sorcerer, but he cannot find her. Then the villain used a trick. He turned into a wounded Ruslan, the girl thought it was her lover, rushed to him, the hat fell. At that moment, nets were thrown over Lyudmila, and she fell asleep, unable to resist the sorcery of Chernomor.
The fifth song
Soon Ruslan arrives at the abode of the villain. He blows the horn to challenge him to a duel. When the young man raised his head, he saw that Chernomor was flying over him, holding a mace in his hand. When the sorcerer swung, Ruslan quickly recoiled, and the hunchback fell into the snow. The agile young man immediately jumped to the offender and grabbed him firmly by the beard.
But Chernomor suddenly soared under the clouds. However, the young man did not let go of his beard, so he also ended up in the skies. So they flew for a long time - over fields, mountains, forests. The sorcerer asked to let him go, but Ruslan did not. On the third day, Chernomor resigned himself and carried his husband to his young wife. When they landed, the young man cut off the villain's beard with a magic sword, tied it on his helmet, and put the dwarf in a sack and fitted it to the saddle.
The knight went to look for his beloved, but could not find it in any way. Then he began to destroy everything in his path and accidentally took off the girl's hat. It was the sorcerer who specially put a hat on her so that her husband would not find his wife.
This is how Ruslan and Lyudmila finally met. The shortened poem is approaching the imminent conclusion of the plot. No matter how hard he tried, the betrothed could not awaken the girl from a magical dream. He put her on his horse and rode home.
Then Ruslan meets a fisherman and recognizes him as Ratmir, who chose one of all the charming girls, and now happily lives with her in a house on the river bank.
When Ruslan stopped for the night, he was seriously wounded. Farlaf crept up to him, struck 3 times with a sword, took Lyudmila and was like that.
Sixth Canto
Farlaf brought Lyudmila to the palace and deceived Vladimir, saying that he had saved the girl. However, no one could wake her.
Old man Finn sprinkled Ruslan with living water, he instantly recovered and hurried to Kiev, which was attacked by the Pechenegs. The hero fought bravely, thanks to which the enemy was defeated. After that, he touched Lyudmila's hands with the ring that Finn gave him, and the girl woke up.
The summary is coming to an end. Ruslan and Lyudmila are happy, everything ends with a feast, Chernomor was left in the palace, since he forever lost his villainous power.
Epilogue
The narration ends with an epilogue, in which the author says that in his work he glorified the legends of deep antiquity. He shares his impressions of the Caucasus, describes the natural pictures of this side and is sad that he is far from the Neva.
The poet says that when he worked on the work, he forgot insults and enemies. In this he was helped by friendship, and, as you know, Pushkin treasured it very much.
To the question Why did the Witch Naina not fall in love with a magnificent guy - neither in the form of the Shepherd, nor in the form of the Hero? ("Ruslan and Ludmila")? given by the author Lady ♕ Leo ♕ Bright Eyes the best answer is In the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" there are two rivals: Old Man Finn and the witch Naina.
Finn is a benevolent old hermit. He gives Ruslan a lot of smart advice and helps him in trouble. For example, when Ruslan lies dead in the field, the old man revives him with living water.
Naina is an evil, damned witch who wishes Ruslan all the worst. In the poem, she helps Chernomor, Ruslan's worst enemy, telling him what he is doing and where Ruslan is and intrigues him. Naina helps Farlaf, forcing him to kill the sleeping Ruslan in order to destroy him and kidnap Lyudmila. She hates Ruslan.
Naina's hatred has more concrete reasons than love for evil. Ruslan's triumph threatens her with degeneration and death, vicious starvation, the inability to express her essence. After all, if we note the moments of Naina's appearance in the poem, then this essence is as follows: - the inspirer of internal strife, civil wars and anarchies, senseless extermination and fratricide, the excitement of popular crowds and troubled times, the destroyer of foundations, unions, families.
Once upon a time, many years ago, when Finn was a young shepherd boy and Naina was a young beauty, Finn fell in love with her.
This is how a Finnish hermit reveals to Ruslan the story of his love for a cruel beauty:
One beauty young
Weaved a wreath on the shore.
I was attracted by my destiny ...
Ah, knight, that was Naina!
However, she rejected the shepherd's birthday, and then the hero, when the Finn performed many feats in her honor and
... at the feet of the haughty beauty
He also brought a bloody sword,
Corals, gold and pearls.
Naina, contemptuously threw to the returning admirer - "hero, I do not love you!"
Then the Finn turned to magic, devoted himself with all his soul to "objects of high wisdom": he decided:
Naina to attract
And in the proud heart of the cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
It took many days, months and years - the Finn did not notice the time. Imagine his amazement and horror when, in response to magic spells with words of passion on her lips, a decrepit old woman appeared. Well, what kind of love could we talk about ?! Finn no longer wanted her to confess her love to him, but the spell worked, and Naina, twisting her terrible mouth with a smile, muttered this confession to him, and then also confessed that she was a witch. Finn could not stand it and ran away, but she screamed after him that he was not worthy of her, achieved her love and ran away, leaving her to suffer. Since then, they have become the biggest enemies forever. However, "loving evil with her black soul," the sorceress harbored vengeful plans and transferred her hatred of the Finn to Ruslan, whom the old hermit favored, and she turned her love - which only happens to fatal women in old age - turned to the cheerful Farlaf and in every possible way she helped him with intrigues against Ruslan, until his love for Lyudmila destroyed them all - and destroyed Naina's witchcraft.
What wasn't Finn doing? His life story is, perhaps, one of the richest places in the tale. Finn was a wonderful hero in all but one thing: he had absolutely no sense of women.
The whole tale comes down to a story about how Naina is trying to sort things out with Finn, taking revenge on Ruslan for the fact that in her generation there was no real hero - and there was only this swag. That is why she, the main story of her time, had to become an old virgin. But even this activity of her looks more like a feminine caprice than a full-fledged cold revenge - that's why she leaves, allowing Finn to revive Ruslan.
Another reason for the Finn's failure is Naina's pride, obstinacy, no merits attract the proud and narcissistic Naina. For the sake of her whims, she rejects even the treasures that could adorn her.
Conclusion: love women, not their self-love. Appreciate the victory, not yourself as the winner. And ... do not hesitate to make important decisions.
Answer from - = SPACE GIRL = -[guru]
Naina was scared ... even though she was a witch ...)
Answer from European[guru]
Because once she loved, with all her heart, for real, and she was betrayed ... Apparently not everyone can survive the betrayal and she, Naina, died ... Witch, this is no longer Naina ...
/ / The image of Naina in Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila"
In the fairy tale poem by A.S. Pushkin in the center of the narrative lies the struggle between good and evil forces. And one of the main negative characters is the witch Naina.
For the first time, the reader gets acquainted with her image from the story of Finn, who helps Ruslan. He describes her as a beautiful girl who captivated him with her attractiveness. However, she was proud and arrogant from a young age. After six months of sighing, she confesses her feelings to the heroine, but Naina replies that she does not love the shepherd. Then Finn decides to leave his homeland and go on a big trip. A few years later, he returns to his beloved and brings a bloody sword and riches at her feet. However, she again refuses the hero, telling him that she still does not love him.
Perhaps this is not pride, she just really did not like the hero. You can't be cute. However, the author denies this point of view, constantly calling Naina proud and arrogant. This characteristic haunts this image.
And Finn's witchcraft makes a seemingly beautiful girl an evil old woman who now wishes her beloved only evil for his betrayal.
The most important is the characterization of the heroine in the words of a person who once loved her. Finn says that Naina has a black soul, that she loves evil in all its manifestations.
Naina is ready to take revenge and. She prevents him from saving all sorts of things. The heroine enters into an alliance with Chernomor, having flown to him in the form of a winged serpent. Moreover, the heroine does not interfere with Ruslan herself, but through the actions of other heroes. She knows how to manipulate people. She forces Farlaf to retreat from the fight for Lyudmila, and then tells him to kill Ruslan. Naina showed Rogdai the way for him to kill Ruslan. She really wants the death of the protagonist, her conscience allows her to do such things.
Naina is the embodiment of universal evil. She personifies war and destruction. The heroine can create various feuds, fratricidal wars. Murder is the main way for Naina to achieve her goals.
The heroine can transform not only into a winged snake, but also into a cat. These witchcraft abilities, inherent in the heroes of the works of oral folk art, help her in the fight against Ruslan.
The heroine looks like another face from the works of folklore: the similarity can be noted with Baba Yaga. The author gives her the following portrait description:
"The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,
With sunken eyes sparkling,
With a hump, with a shaking head. "
Such an external description of the heroine disgusts the reader, who already understands the whole essence of this image.
Naina is the personification of deceit, cunning and dishonor.
But, despite the fact that Naina possesses various magical powers, she did not manage to defeat Ruslan. Although A.S. Pushkin gives an unexpected turn to events: Farlaf, under the leadership of Naina, kills Ruslan. However, Finn resurrects the protagonist. And then good triumphs over evil. After Ruslan rescued Lyudmila, the image of Naina does not appear in the narrative. Perhaps she will continue to arrange her intrigues.
However, A.S. Pushkin in his work "Ruslan and Lyudmila" shows that good, of which Ruslan is personified, overcomes evil, of which the sorceress Naina is a part.
Rivals on the same road
They all drive together all day.
The sloping bank became dark on the Dnieper;
From the east, a shadow pours into the night;
Fogs over the deep Dnieper;
It's time for their horses to rest.
Here is a wide path under the mountain
The wide path crossed.
"Let's get parted, it's time! - they said, -
Let us entrust ourselves to the unknown fate. "
And every horse, not feeling steel,
I chose the path for myself.
What are you doing, unhappy Ruslan,
Alone in desolate silence?
Lyudmila, wedding day is terrible,
Everything, it seems, you saw in a dream.
Pulling a brass helmet over his eyebrows,
Leaving the bridle from powerful hands,
You walk between the fields at a step
And slowly in your soul
Hope dies, faith dies out.
But suddenly before the knight there is a cave;
There is light in the cave. He's straight to her
Goes under the dormant vaults
Contemporaries of nature itself.
He entered with despondency: what is watching?
There is an old man in the cave; clear view,
Calm gaze, gray-haired brada;
The lamp in front of him is burning;
He sits at an ancient book,
Reading it carefully.
"Welcome, my son! -
He said with a smile to Ruslan. -
I've been here alone for twenty years
I fade in the darkness of old life;
But finally waited for the day
Long foreseen by me.
We are brought together by fate;
Sit down and listen to me.
Ruslan, you have lost Lyudmila;
Your strong spirit is losing strength;
But evil will rush by a quick moment:
For a while, fate has comprehended you.
With hope, cheerful faith
Go to everything, do not be discouraged;
Forward! with a sword and a bold chest
Make your way at midnight.
Find out, Ruslan: your offender
The terrible wizard Chernomor,
Beauties are a longtime kidnapper,
Full-night holder of the mountains.
Still no one else to his abode
Hitherto did not penetrate the gaze;
But you, the destroyer of evil intrigues,
You will enter into it, and the villain
Will perish by your hand.
I shouldn't tell you anymore:
The fate of your coming days
My son, it is in your will henceforth. "
Our knight to the elder fell at his feet
And in joy he kisses his hand.
The world brightens up his eyes,
And the heart forgot the torment.
He revived again; and suddenly again
On the flushed face there is a ruin ...
"The reason for your melancholy is clear;
But sadness is not difficult to disperse, -
The old man said, - you are terrible
Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;
Calm down, know: it is in vain
And the young maiden is not afraid.
He brings the stars from the sky,
He whistles - the moon will tremble;
But against the time of the law
His science is not strong.
Jealous, quivering keeper
Locks of merciless doors
He is only a feeble tormentor
Her lovely captive.
He wanders around her in silence,
Curses his cruel lot ...
But, good knight, the day passes,
And you need peace. "
Ruslan lays down on soft moss
Before a dying fire;
He seeks to be forgotten by sleep,
Sighs, turns slowly ...
In vain! Vityaz finally:
"Something is not sleeping, my father!
What to do: I am sick in soul,
And a dream is not a dream, how sickening to live.
Let me refresh my heart
By your holy conversation.
Forgive me the insolent question.
Open up: who are you, blessed,
Fate confidant incomprehensible?
Who brought you into the desert? "
Sighing with a sad smile,
The old man answered: "My dear son,
I have forgotten my distant homeland
Gloomy edge. Natural Finn,
In the valleys, we only know,
Chasing a herd of neighboring villages,
In my carefree youth, I knew
Some dense oak forests,
Streams, caves of our rocks
Yes, wild poverty is fun.
But live in gratifying silence
It was not given to me for long.
Then near our village,
Like a cute color of solitude
Lived Naina. Between girlfriends
She thundered with beauty.
One morning at times
Your flocks on a dark meadow
I drove, inflating the bagpipes;
There was a stream in front of me.
One, young beauty
Weaved a wreath on the shore.
I was attracted by my destiny ...
Ah, knight, that was Naina!
I go to her - and the fatal flame
For a daring look I was a reward,
And I learned love with my soul
With her heavenly joy
With her excruciating longing.
Half a year ran away;
I opened up to her with trepidation
Said: I love you, Naina.
But my timid sorrow
Naina listened with pride,
Only loving your charms,
And she answered indifferently:
"Shepherd, I do not love you!"
And everything is wild to me, it became gloomy:
Native bush, shadow of oak trees,
The games of the shepherds are merry -
Nothing comforted the melancholy.
In despondency, the heart was dry, sluggish.
And finally I thought
Leave the Finnish fields;
The seas of the unfaithful abyss
Swim across with the fraternal retinue
And deserve swearing glory
Naina's proud attention.
I summoned the brave fishermen
Look for dangers and gold.
For the first time the quiet land of fathers
I heard the abusive sound of damask steel
And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.
I sailed into the distance, full of hope,
With a crowd of fearless fellow countrymen;
We are ten years of snow and waves
Crimson with the blood of enemies.
Rumor rushed: the kings of a foreign land
They feared my insolence;
Their proud squads
The northern swords fled.
We were merrily, we fought menacingly,
Shared tributes and gifts,
And they sat down with the vanquished
For friendly feasts.
But a heart full of Naina
Under the noise of battle and feasts,
Languished in a secret ruse,
Was looking for Finnish shores.
It's time to go home, I said, friends!
We'll hang idle chain mail
Under the canopy of a native hut.
He said - and the oars rustled;
And leaving fear behind
To the bay of the fatherland, dear
We flew in with proud joy.
Long-standing dreams have come true
Ardent desires have come true!
A minute of sweet goodbye
And you flashed for me!
At the feet of the haughty beauty
I brought a bloody sword,
Corals, gold and pearls;
Before her, intoxicated with passion,
A silent swarm surrounded
Her envious friends
I was an obedient prisoner;
But the maiden hid from me
Saying with an air of indifference:
"Hero, I do not love you!"
Why tell, my son,
What is there no strength to retell?
Ah, and now alone, alone
Asleep in my soul, at the door of the grave,
I remember sorrow, and sometimes,
How about the past a thought will be born,
On my gray beard
A heavy tear rolls down.
But listen: in my homeland
Between the desert fishermen
Wondrous science lurks.
Under the roof of eternal silence
Among the forests, in the backwoods of the distant
Gray-haired sorcerers live;
To the subjects of high wisdom
All their thoughts are directed;
Everything hears their terrible voice,
What was and what will be again
And they are subject to their formidable will
And the coffin and love itself.
And I, a greedy seeker of love,
Made up my mind in joyless sadness
Naina to attract
And in the proud heart of the cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
Hastened to the arms of freedom
Into the secluded gloom of the woods;
And there, in the teachings of sorcerers,
Spent invisible years
The long desired moment has come
And the secret of a terrible nature
I comprehended with a bright thought:
I learned the power of spells.
A crown of love, a crown of desires!
Now, Naina, you are mine!
Our victory, I thought.
But really the winner
There was fate, my stubborn persecutor.
In the dreams of a young hope
Delighted with ardent desire,
Hastily casting spells
I call the spirits - and in the darkness of the forest
A thunderous arrow rushed,
A magical whirlwind raised a howl,
The ground shuddered underfoot ...
And suddenly sits in front of me
The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,
With sunken eyes sparkling,
With a hump, with a shaking head,
A sad dilapidation picture.
Ah, knight, that was Naina! ..
I was horrified and silent,
A terrible ghost measured with his eyes,
I still didn't believe in doubt
And suddenly he began to cry, shouted:
"Perhaps eh! Ah, Naina, are you!
Naina, where is your beauty?
Tell me is heaven
Have you been so terribly changed?
Tell me, for a long time, leaving the light,
Have I parted with my soul and my sweetheart?
How long has it been? .. "" Exactly forty years, -
There was a fatal response from the virgin, -
Today I was seventy.
What to do, - she beeps to me, -
Years flew by in a crowd.
My, your spring has passed -
We both got older.
But, friend, listen: it doesn't matter
Loss of unfaithful youth.
Of course I'm gray now
A little hunchback, maybe;
Not like it was in the old days,
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added the chatterbox)
I will reveal a secret: I am a witch! "
And it was indeed so.
Dumb, motionless in front of her,
I was a perfect fool
With all my wisdom.
But that's awful: witchcraft
It was completely accomplished by misfortune.
My gray-haired deity
A new passion burned for me.
With a scary mouth twisted into a smile,
A grave voice freak
Mumbles a declaration of love to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, looking down;
Through her cough she continued
Heavy, passionate conversation:
"So, I now recognize the heart;
I see, faithful friend, it
Born for tender passion;
Feelings woke up, I'm burning
I yearn for the desires of love ...
Come into my arms ...
Oh dear, dear! dying ... "
And meanwhile she, Ruslan,
Blinked with languid eyes;
And meanwhile for my caftan
Held on with skinny hands;
And meanwhile - I was dying,
Blinking my eyes in horror;
And suddenly there was no need to endure urine;
I broke free with a cry, ran.
She followed: "Oh, unworthy!
You angered my calm century,
The days are clear to the innocent virgin!
You have achieved the love of Naina,
And you despise - here are the men!
They all breathe treason!
Alas, blame yourself;
He seduced me, wretch!
I gave myself to passionate love ...
Traitor, monster! oh shame!
But tremble, maiden thief! "
Ruslan and Lyudmila (poem by A.S. Pushkin)
Under the roof of eternal silence
Among the forests, in the backwoods of the distant
Gray-haired sorcerers live;
To the subjects of high wisdom
All their thoughts are directed;
Everyone hears their terrible voice,
What was and what will be again
And they are subject to their formidable will
And the coffin and love itself.
And I, a greedy seeker of love,
Made up my mind in joyless sadness
Naina to attract
And in the proud heart of the cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
Hastened to the arms of freedom
Into the secluded gloom of the woods;
And there, in the teachings of sorcerers,
Spent unseen years
The long desired moment has come
And the secret of a terrible nature
I comprehended with a bright thought:
I learned the power of spells.
A crown of love, a crown of desires!
Now, Naina, you are mine!
Our victory, I thought.
But really the winner
There was fate, my stubborn persecutor.
In the dreams of a young hope
Delighted with ardent desire,
Hastily casting spells
I call the spirits - and in the darkness of the forest
A thunderous arrow rushed,
A magical whirlwind raised a howl,
The ground shuddered underfoot ...
And suddenly sits in front of me
The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,
With sunken eyes sparkling,
With a hump, with a shaking head,
A sad dilapidation picture.
Ah, knight, that was Naina! ..
I was horrified and silent,
A terrible ghost measured with his eyes,
I still didn't believe in doubt
And suddenly he began to cry, shouted:
“Perhaps eh! ah, Naina, are you!
Naina, where is your beauty?
Tell me is heaven
Have you been so terribly changed?
Tell me, for a long time, leaving the light,
Have I parted with my soul and my sweetheart?
How long has it been? .. "" Exactly forty years, -
There was a fatal response from the virgin, -
Today seventy beat me.
What to do, - she beeps to me, -
Years flew by in a crowd.
My, your spring has passed -
We both got older.
But, friend, listen: it doesn't matter
Loss of unfaithful youth.
Of course I'm gray now
A little hunchback, maybe;
Not like it was in the old days,
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added the chatterbox)
I will reveal a secret: I am a witch! "
And it was indeed so.
Dumb, motionless in front of her,
I was a perfect fool
With all my wisdom.
But that's awful: witchcraft
It was completely accomplished by misfortune.
My gray-haired deity
A new passion burned for me.
With a scary mouth twisted into a smile,
A grave voice freak
Mumbles a declaration of love to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, looking down;
Through her cough she continued
Heavy, passionate conversation:
“So, now I recognized the heart;
I see, faithful friend, it
Born for tender passion;
Feelings woke up, I'm burning
I yearn for the desires of love ...
Come into my arms ...
Oh dear, dear! dying ... "
And meanwhile she, Ruslan,
Blinked with languid eyes;
And meanwhile for my caftan
Held on with skinny hands;
And meanwhile - I was dying,
Blinking my eyes in horror;
And suddenly there was no need to endure urine;
I broke free with a cry, ran.
She followed: “Oh, unworthy!
You angered my calm century,
The days are clear to the innocent virgin!
You have achieved the love of Naina,
And you despise - here are the men!
They all breathe treason!
Alas, blame yourself;
He seduced me, wretch!
I gave myself to passionate love ...