-Russian one-
-“Are you dying?“
-“Yes, I am dying” answered the hawk, with a deep sigh
- “Gloriously I have lived my life! I know happiness! Bravely I fought!
I saw the sky! You will never reach it! Eh, you unfortunate one!”
-“Ah, what is sky? Emtpy place…How to crawl there? It is beautiful here to me…Warm and moist!”
answered Uzh to the free bird and smiles in his soul over it for spoken insults..
And he goes, spreads the wings, breathes with full lungs, flashes with eyes and throws himself.
He was falling fast, breaking wings, losing feathers…
Current of the spring embraced him and, washing the blood, coated him in foam, carrying him to sea.
And waves of the sea sorrowfully crashed on rocks…
And the body of a bird got lost in the vastness of the sea
And thinking like this: “Wheter you flew or crawled, the end is certain: All will go in the ground, all will turn to ashes…”
Hawk screamed: “Oh If only once more I rose to the sky! Enemy I would take to woums on my chest
and he would drown in my blood! Oh, happiness of a battle!”
And Uzh thought and suggested to the free bird:
“And you drag yourself to the edge and throw yourself to the abyss. Maybe the wings lift you and you live a bit in your storm….”
by Maksim Gorki
