Who gallops who rushes under Frigid mist ?
Rider belated young son with him .
To his father , all izdrognuv , baby clung ;
Hugging , holding it and cherishes the old man .
"Child, what are you to me so timidly clung ?" -
" Dear one , the king of the forest in my eyes flashed :
He is in a dark crown, with a thick beard . " -
"Oh no , it turns white mist over the water ."
"Child , look ; baby , to me ;
Merry much into my side :
Flowers turquoise , pearl jet;
Gold fused my palaces . "
" Dear one , the king of the forest with me says:
He is gold, pearl and joy promises . " -
"Oh no , my child, you heard right :
That wind woke up suddenly into the sheets . "
"To me , my baby ; in my Dubrovy
Know my beautiful daughters :
At month to play and fly,
Playing , flying , you put to sleep . "
" My dear, forest king convened daughters :
Me , I see nods from the dark branches . " -
"Oh no, all is quiet in the night- depth :
That gray willow stand on the sidelines . "
"Child, I was captivated by your beauty :
Nilly willy il , and you shall be mine. " -
" My dear, the elf king wants us to catch up ;
Oh, here it is: I stuffy me hard to breathe . "
Timid rider does not jump , fly ;
Baby longs , baby cries ;
Rider chases , rider galloped ...
In the hands of his dead baby lay .
VAZhukovsky