Russian fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, Russian -- Translations into English
“Listen, Pavel!” he shouted, “when the mermaids begin to swim, you will
let Julia come first and lower than all the rest; let her down to the
very bottom!”
“It shall be done!”
At last everything was ready for the mermaids to swim through the
bottom of the sea. Kostovsky was already on the elevation, with the
electric reflector turned on the stage; he himself had to manage the
lighting up of the scenery and the actors. The “Bottom of the Sea”
became suffused with a tender, poetic light. This greenish-silvery
light seemed to penetrate the water as if with the bright sunlit day
above. And here at the bottom everything lived, knowing no light. In
the distance stood a coral-reef, and everywhere half-alive vegetation
greedily stretched its branches over the water, and all around floated
slimy medusæ.
Underneath, the first thing to meet the eye was the yawning mouth of
a submarine cave, from which were thrust out the arms of a hideous,
enormous devil-fish that, without moving, glared out of its two green
eyes.
And from amid this primitive, abnormal world appeared a wonderfully
beautiful woman with flowing hair and bare shoulders, with the form
of a fish below the waist, covered with shining, silvery scales. The
loveliness of her head and the beauty of her shoulders was enhanced by
the ugliness of the submarine world.
She swam like a fish, easily and gracefully, turning and twisting, her
scales sparkling and glittering; she was followed by another mermaid, a
whole school.
Lighted by the rays of the reflector, at the will of Kostovsky, they
became marvelous, fairy-like beauties.
But they were all eclipsed by one. She swam lower than all, and was
distinguished from all by the radiance of her beauty. She was lighted
better and more alluringly than the rest, the tenderest rays of the
reflector warmly and lovingly fell upon her, ran after her, and
lovingly caressed her graceful body, adding a seductive expression to
her face and making her eyes shine like stars. She seemed to be created
of light, and this light changed with every moment, and she changed
with it, garbed in thousands of different tints. A veritable queen of
the deep. She felt that the enchanter decorator had bestowed on her
a marvelous loveliness, that the delighted public was ready to break
forth into a storm of applause in honor of this beauty, and, swimming
close to the decorator, she gratefully waved her sparkling fish-tail,
over which, by the will of the generous, enamored decorator, suddenly
fell a shower of many-colored diamonds.
She swam behind the scenes, and he, rising on tiptoe and smiling
happily, sent her an airy kiss from behind the reflector.
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