Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth centuryWiener, Leo
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Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth century
Wiener, Leo
Russia -- Literary collections; Russian literature -- Translations into English
Cupid, bestowing his imperious look, bestirred all Neptune’s court. The
frisky waves, perceiving Venus, swam after her, replete with merriment.
The watery tribe of Tritons issues to her from the abysses of the
waters: one dives all about her and pacifies the wanton waves; another,
whirling in the depths, gathers pearls at the bottom and drags forth
all the secrets of the sea to place before her feet. One, struggling
with the monsters, forbids them to disport nearby; another, briskly
leaping into the coachman’s seat, scolds loudly those he meets and
orders them to stand aside; he proudly holds the lines, and steers his
path away from rocks, and crushes impudent monsters. One, with trident,
precedes her on a whale and drives all far out of the way; he casts
about him his angry looks and, that all may know his will, loudly blows
a coral horn; another, having come to the goddess from distant regions,
bears before her a bit from a crystal mountain instead of a mirror.
This sight refreshes her pleasure and the joy upon her brow.
“Oh, if this sight,” proclaims he, “for ever remained in this crystal!”
But the Triton’s wish is vain: that vision will disappear like a dream,
and nothing will remain but the stone, and in the heart a fatal flame
which will consume him. Another has joined the retinue of the goddess,
and protects her from the sun and cools the sultry beam by sending
upwards a stream of water. Meanwhile sirens, sweet singers, sing
verses in her honour, and mingle fiction with truth in their attempt
to extol her: some dance before her; others, anticipating her wishes,
are present to serve her, and with fans waft coolness to the goddess;
others, borne on the crests, breathe heavily in travelling post from
fields, beloved by Flora, and bring her flowery wreaths. Thetis herself
has sent them for small and great services, and wishes only that her
husband stay at home. The weather being most favourable, the storms
dare not annoy her, and only the Zephyrs are free to fondle Venus.
FROM BOOK II
Psyche awoke from her sleep not sooner than midday past, nay, one hour
after midday. All serving-maids came to dress the princess, and brought
with them forty garments and all that with them went. For that day
Psyche designated the simplest of all gowns, for she hastened as soon
as possible to inspect the marvels of the palace. I shall follow in the
princess’s track and shall present the mansion to you, and describe all
in detail that could amuse her.
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