Мцыри - Отрывок из глав 17-18, читает Сергей Бехтерев
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I was waiting. And here in the shadow of the night
He sensed the enemy, and howl
Lingering, plaintive as a groan
Suddenly ... and he began
Angrily with a paw to dig sand,
He stood on his hind legs, then lay down,
And the first frantic leap
I threatened me with a terrible death ...
But I warned him.
My blow was faithful and Skor.
My reliable bitches like an ax,
His wide forehead cut his way ...
He groaned like a man
And overturned. But again,
Although it was pouring from the wound blood
Thick, wide wave,
The fight boiled, deadly battle!

eighteen

He rushed to my chest:
But I managed to stick in my throat
And turn there twice
My weapons ... He howled
Rushed out of all strength
And we, weaving like a couple of snakes,
Hugging stronger than two friends,
Fell at once, and in the darkness
The battle continued on Earth.
And I was terrible at that moment;
Like a desert leopard, evil and Dick,
I flashed, screeching like him;
As if I myself was born
In the Bars and Wolves family
Under the fresh canopy of forests.
It seemed that the words of people
I forgot - and in my chest
That terrible scream was born
As if from childhood my language
I am not used to a different sound ...
But my enemy began to be exhausted,
Rushing, breathe slower,
Squeezed me for the last time ...
Pupils of his motionless eyes
They flashed menacingly - and then
Closed quietly eternal sleep;
But with a triumphant enemy
He met death face to face
As the fighter follows in the battle! .. ..