Читать книгу The fables and the parables - Tatiana Sindeeva-Burova - Страница 9

All day long Turkey boasted in front of a pretty neighbor

He shook his feathers and fluffed a tail and was too big for boots.

Then shocked a red beard before her eyes and shouted so badly,

He danced so strangely. It felt like he had fewer.

Turkey-hen looked on concerts and silently accustomed

her strange neighbor she took no notice for his plans and did her

work at ease he saw indifference to him and started talking to her

and make a point of him “My Neighbor, look what feathers are!

Can you see my motley tail? I brushed and washed it all day.

Look at my beard it’s brighter than a sun! Look, what a miracle!

When I shake it, I like to sound! And how lovely wings I have

With such the wings I’m noble Turkey!”

“With such the wings you are the real Turkey!

And shake your beard, as a young jackass…

You napped your tail and outshone the sun. Spring influenced you!

My Neighbor, would you show your flight as long as you are brave?

The flight of the soul. Show me your inner world

I want to see your dance of life and judge you on your merits

A turkey-cock was agitated and even lost his head.

She is my own and she likes me! What will I do, how to declare

my flight? It’s unimportant, I will fly up!

I will fly up and will show my daring! From the earth, I can’t.

I can from the hill!

It will be easier, I will scatter and as I will fly up,

I will surprise my Darling and he began to run. He groans and puffs

on the hill climbs and really lost his forces

He flapped a wing he was like eagle… and got down from a hill,

He gathered burdock on his beard and sat down on thick back.

We often brag and talk largely

Showing our body and bright dresses.

We try to outshine the others…

We just forgot that our soul can dance.

2017