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Did it happen or not, I don’t know.

But today, I must confess to you,

That I want to write about it,

And the poet’s mission is strange…

Let the language be neither scant nor proud,

And simple, like the common folk.

So, I started my tale,

A narrative and a story.

In those medieval times lived

A girl, alone in the world,

Her name was Marianne.

She wore a black hood

On her head, and a cloak.

“Marianne!” her mother called,

We need to prepare for the market:

All kinds of dishes and trinkets,

To survive – despite fate.

Those were hard times,

She lived in Italy,

The plague raged everywhere,

And war took lives.

Darkness loomed, heavy…

The air was tense, and evil froze.

Marianne and her mother were alone,

She did not remember her father.

Hunger and shame were everywhere,

Their every step was watched.

They prayed to saints in those times,

Marianne grew up fully;

She became beautiful and smart,

Unaware of it herself.

To avoid the plague,

She went to the market for water.

Filling her pitcher,

She wandered through the city.

At the market gate,

There sat a black cat:

Huge, fat, black cat,

Smiling widely.

“Chur! It seemed! I’m sick!

I must need a walk!”

Turning away from the market,

She went for a walk in the city.

By the fountain in the garden,

I’ll pluck a red rose;

I must not be sad – no way,

I like life, it’s a trifle.

I’ll pluck a rose, though the thorns are sharp:

They’ll prick my finger like needles.

Blood on my finger – and my head spins,

From the sight of blood, she faints.

Opening her eyes, she woke there:

Someone was slapping her cheeks.

I met a stranger’s eyes:

As if the Sun suddenly flared up;

I met love in reality,

I was looking for love – and now I live.

“I’ve been waiting for you, dear Marianne!

Life without you is a continuous wound.”

“I’m Marianne, yes. But who are you? Why?

And what is your name, I don’t understand.”

“I will not tell you my name,

I have many names in reality.

One thing I know – eternal love,

I will love you with all my blood.

Remember this – never,

Will trouble separate us forever.

He is my husband forever, and I am his wife,

I will follow him to any city,

Even if there is war.

But our happiness did not last long;

Villains – murderers stole the diamond,

Suddenly destroyed the treasure – our happiness,

They are leading my beloved to death…

They deceive my eyes, and the visions are wrong,

I see: my beloved is crucified…

The sky suddenly closed with a ringing, and a moan…

It spreads endlessly with the rain.

That hour was cursed with a beastly grin,

My beloved was crucified by a murderer.

Mixed with death…

All in blood and rain.

– And what is left for me?

We will not be together…

Killed for a coin,

The whole sky in dust,

And there is no life for me,

Since there is no love in it!

She stood silently at the abyss,

And the abyss opened to the very bottom.

And the unceasing rain poured on her head,

It will not save her from the passion of her heart.

Marianne knew the sorrow of love,

Marianne threw herself into that abyss in delirium.

And just as her feet left the ground,

A trail of blood remained on the pile of stones.

She flew over that abyss,

And no longer saw, she found peace…

Only the echo carries over the abyss:

Marianne will return at the appointed hour!