The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
Thereupon he experienced such a painful longing that his heart was like
to break, and yet he did not know himself what he pined for. He began
to weep bitterly, and lamented, "What does the lucky egg avail me, when
no happiness is permitted me in this world? I have felt from childhood
that I was unfit to mix with men, for they do not understand me, and I
do not understand them. What causes pleasure to them is painful to me,
while I myself know not what could make me happy, and how then should
others know it? Riches and poverty stood together as my sponsors, and
therefore nothing will go right with me."
Suddenly it became as bright around him as if the mid-day sun
was shining on the lime-tree and the rock, and he could not
open his eyes for a time,
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until he had got used to the light. Then he beheld a lovely
female figure sitting beside him on the stone, clad in
snow-white raiment, as if an angel had flown down from heaven.
The maiden's voice sounded sweeter to him than the song of the
nightingale as she addressed him. "Dear youth, fear nothing,
but give heed to the prayer of an unhappy girl. I am
imprisoned in a miserable dungeon, and if you do not pity me,
I can never hope to escape. O dear youth, take pity on me, and
do not cast me off! I am the daughter of a king of the East,
possessed of fabulous riches in gold and silver, but all this
avails me nothing, for an enchanter has compelled me to live
under this stone in the form of a white snake. I have lived
thus for many centuries, without ever growing older. Although
I never injured any human being, all fled before my shape, as
soon as they beheld me. You are the only living being who did
not fly at my approach; you have even allowed me to play about
your feet, and have often kindly stroked me with your hand.
Your kindness has led me to hope that you might be able to
effect my deliverance. Your heart is as pure as that of a
child, as yet ignorant of falsehood and deception. You have
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all the signs which point to my rescue; a noble lady and a
beggar stood together as your sponsors, and your christening
gift was the egg of Good Fortune. I am only permitted to
resume my human form once in twenty-five years on Midsummer
Eve, and to wander about the earth for an hour, and if I
should meet with a youth pure in heart, and with your
peculiarities, who would listen to my request, I might be
released from my long imprisonment. Save me, O save me from
this endless imprisonment! I beseech you in the name of all
the angels."
Having thus spoken, she fell at Pärtel's feet, embraced his knees, and
wept bitterly.
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