Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 15

Swift as a stag still runs the horse

Snorting as though he held his course

In some fierce charge, now plunging on

Now pulling up as though to harken

His nostrils flared to sniff the wind:

Then leaps up and comes ringing down

On all four hooves, sets sparking

The stones and, in his mad career,

His tangled mane streams out behind.

A silent rider he does bear

Who lurches forward now and then

To rest his head in that wild mane.

The reins lie slack in useless hands,

The feet are deep-thrust in the stirrups,

And on his saddle-cloth the bands

Of blood are broadening as they gallop

Ah gallant steed, your wounded master

You bore from battle swift as light

The ill-starred bullet sped yet faster

And overtook him in the night!