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Anachorets Orisons And Awakening Of Newborn LightСтихи Деметра; музыка Евгения и АнастасииHearings 'bout the devil's coming spend as faster as the sunlight It hath reached the ancient village near the city of Avilles There has lived the aged friar who has almost lost his eyesight But he not dement his reason and the power for his years He was praying at the icon of God in the monastery Hung on shoulder the bag with the Gospel, and modestly Took the verge and went toward macabre Nebelforst That towers ruefully in the heart of Black Forest He made the unconspicuous grey tabernacle On the rivage of silvan warbling brooklet… Francis bode there peacefully (two days and one night), Just berrying and gazing as birds and bees flit Francis was ware, and every crackle As the prick of the profane morglay He was afraid the temptation of soul But not that his flesh would be slain Walking one day in the forest and banished the drear fancies Francis was suddenly startled - He discerned a spectral silhouette Which forthright vanished amid the trunks of the gleamy trees, Seemed that in the sullen wood (was performing) a magical frondage's minuet He stood unto the stool thereat the menorah and ignified the flames The old monk settled (his) mind and set to exalt the prayer to the saints The reason was sereneed and he plunged into the deep sleep's waves Barely he felt formication - He heard the horissonant voice As Tartarean trump it was tanged, and the blood curdled in veins "Thou art outlander!" - it said - Oh, it was the atrocious noise Francis tried to gin to the pray but he leaned to the hithermost teil "Let wit ye that my soul had embrewed with blood of thousands" "My soul is so old and I hope that "Jhesu's sword" have found you, All-father's clemency ain't fineless and your soul will be (as sure as fate) haunted by hellhounds" |