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PART 2. DWARF: PATHS.
Hey, you big horse, wake up!
Do you have enough strength for so much sleep?
Get up! Oh, eternal good Maple!
Get up! To defense! There's a vampire here! –
I trumpeted like a dragon here…
Elf, help wake him up!
Why are you sitting there in the distance?
As if you want to drown
Someone – perhaps yourself? – in the river!
Stop with these jokes,
And if you can't help me at all,
Then at least make some tea:
There's some good poppy growing over there,
But don't add any hemp…
You'll spoil the whole taste of the tea…
The Centaur sleeps too much.
Oh, what do I notice with my eye:
Not all that glitters is gold.
Yesterday this wasn't lying here,
Nor was it growing on the branches.
It probably fell from the heavens –
Then we've been very lucky.
We'll saw it up, sell it, get
A little gold – capital,
We'll give a bribe to someone right away,
And I'll pay someone else later…
We'll open a smithy, a tavern,
And stables next to them. Yeah, we'll live high…
We'll make a wyvern the guard,
And the one serving everyone will be… "Dwarf!
Listen, stop chatting,
You think it's just a piece of metal…
You're really disturbing my sleep!
And your chatter has become tiresome…»
Look who's talking,
He's awake, the horse-man!
A vampire killed you long ago…
Hey, Elf! My cross! Don't touch him!
«Dwarf, be quiet… Midnight delusions
Suddenly appear before my eyes –
I didn't dream this! No!
I will tell you… All the truth is before us…
You will find hope and the answer…»
«…Hearing his footsteps a flight of an arrow away…»
…And the story flowed like a river,
Carrying within it pieces of rock
With a dream torn to blood…
…With hope – like drops of resin,
Which you cannot brush away with your hand…
«We all can be – all! – brave,
When all around is peace and quiet!
As soon as something happens,
Changes life, but not the soul,
Fate finds itself,
And simply destroys the rest…»
Well, brother, you've gone too far…
The Elf talks of one thing, you of another!
I would have kicked you, of course,
But I can't reach, you walking house!
«You are right, Centaur, right, my friend!
And regardless of the Dwarf's rage…
When faith suddenly arrives,
There is no time for us to make merry…
One of the Lords – the Lords! – is alive,
Which means hope is alive too…
Just tell me one thing:
Now we stand at a crossroads, between…»
We are standing on the grass right now!
And all these talks are in vain…
Yes, Elf, it was a good story…
But we need to know which way the wind blows!
And today it blows from my pocket –
The wind is dancing there with all its might!
Let's act according to the plan
That I proposed to you earlier…
«Eh, Dwarf, you bearded one, why so?
Do you not trust us?
Show a little tact…
The Lord exists, you know it!»
From where? The dream grew stronger
When the Monk spoke here…
Oh, I feel trouble is coming
From dark, restless forces!
And who said that the Monk
Came to us with a kind soul?
You were gripped by fear, weren't you?
What wasn't killed is a good thing!
I propose to take this cross,
Use the gold for its purpose,
And not even look for the Lord!
We will be happily wealthy…
«Eh, Dwarf, what do you understand?
You won't find happiness in wealth!
You'll become needed by no one,
And you'll die together with your gold!»
«Centaur, Dwarf, there are two paths…
One – to go and live as before
The second – to not give up and find
Your mad hope…»
Yes, Elf, mad! Exactly!
There are no Lords in the world,
Except for the evil breeds…
Any of them – arrogant, proud,
A people alien to us, the Creatures…
Why go to meet death?
Even so, from every bush
Demons and devils jump out!
I don't want to become dead!
«Well, Dwarf, the decision is clear…
You propose a third path…»
Give me the cross taken from the Monk,
When the arrow pierced his chest.
Give me my find!
He is not needed by you, for nothing…
I am leaving you, farewell!
And I will likely never return…
«We are very sad, our friend Dwarf,
Keep your cross and… and farewell…»
«Success in life, and in everything else…»
«Don't forget us and keep in touch…»
I look after them with sorrow:
Friends leave, life goes on.
The sunlight does not dry up
That which flows from my eyes…
Hey, you big horse, wake up!
Do you have enough strength for so much sleep?
Get up! Oh, eternal good Maple!
Get up! To defense! There's a vampire here! –
I trumpeted like a dragon here…
Elf, help wake him up!
Why are you sitting there in the distance?
As if you want to drown
Someone – perhaps yourself? – in the river!
Stop with these jokes,
And if you can't help me at all,
Then at least make some tea:
There's some good poppy growing over there,
But don't add any hemp…
You'll spoil the whole taste of the tea…
The Centaur sleeps too much.
Oh, what do I notice with my eye:
Not all that glitters is gold.
Yesterday this wasn't lying here,
Nor was it growing on the branches.
It probably fell from the heavens –
Then we've been very lucky.
We'll saw it up, sell it, get
A little gold – capital,
We'll give a bribe to someone right away,
And I'll pay someone else later…
We'll open a smithy, a tavern,
And stables next to them. Yeah, we'll live high…
We'll make a wyvern the guard,
And the one serving everyone will be… "Dwarf!
Listen, stop chatting,
You think it's just a piece of metal…
You're really disturbing my sleep!
And your chatter has become tiresome…»
Look who's talking,
He's awake, the horse-man!
A vampire killed you long ago…
Hey, Elf! My cross! Don't touch him!
«Dwarf, be quiet… Midnight delusions
Suddenly appear before my eyes –
I didn't dream this! No!
I will tell you… All the truth is before us…
You will find hope and the answer…»
«…Hearing his footsteps a flight of an arrow away…»
…And the story flowed like a river,
Carrying within it pieces of rock
With a dream torn to blood…
…With hope – like drops of resin,
Which you cannot brush away with your hand…
«We all can be – all! – brave,
When all around is peace and quiet!
As soon as something happens,
Changes life, but not the soul,
Fate finds itself,
And simply destroys the rest…»
Well, brother, you've gone too far…
The Elf talks of one thing, you of another!
I would have kicked you, of course,
But I can't reach, you walking house!
«You are right, Centaur, right, my friend!
And regardless of the Dwarf's rage…
When faith suddenly arrives,
There is no time for us to make merry…
One of the Lords – the Lords! – is alive,
Which means hope is alive too…
Just tell me one thing:
Now we stand at a crossroads, between…»
We are standing on the grass right now!
And all these talks are in vain…
Yes, Elf, it was a good story…
But we need to know which way the wind blows!
And today it blows from my pocket –
The wind is dancing there with all its might!
Let's act according to the plan
That I proposed to you earlier…
«Eh, Dwarf, you bearded one, why so?
Do you not trust us?
Show a little tact…
The Lord exists, you know it!»
From where? The dream grew stronger
When the Monk spoke here…
Oh, I feel trouble is coming
From dark, restless forces!
And who said that the Monk
Came to us with a kind soul?
You were gripped by fear, weren't you?
What wasn't killed is a good thing!
I propose to take this cross,
Use the gold for its purpose,
And not even look for the Lord!
We will be happily wealthy…
«Eh, Dwarf, what do you understand?
You won't find happiness in wealth!
You'll become needed by no one,
And you'll die together with your gold!»
«Centaur, Dwarf, there are two paths…
One – to go and live as before
The second – to not give up and find
Your mad hope…»
Yes, Elf, mad! Exactly!
There are no Lords in the world,
Except for the evil breeds…
Any of them – arrogant, proud,
A people alien to us, the Creatures…
Why go to meet death?
Even so, from every bush
Demons and devils jump out!
I don't want to become dead!
«Well, Dwarf, the decision is clear…
You propose a third path…»
Give me the cross taken from the Monk,
When the arrow pierced his chest.
Give me my find!
He is not needed by you, for nothing…
I am leaving you, farewell!
And I will likely never return…
«We are very sad, our friend Dwarf,
Keep your cross and… and farewell…»
«Success in life, and in everything else…»
«Don't forget us and keep in touch…»
I look after them with sorrow:
Friends leave, life goes on.
The sunlight does not dry up
That which flows from my eyes…
