Ivan Krylov
- A Hog under an Oak, by Alexander Givental and Elysee Wilson-Egolf
- The Pig under the Oak, by Alec Vagapov
Iwan Krylow (deutsch)
- Das Schwein unter der Eiche, unbekannter autor
«We paced the house, stricken, / Not waiting for surprises. / They brought me to the sick one, / I couldn’t recognize him. He said then: “Praise the Lord,” — / And pensive again, withdrew: / “It’s time to take that road, / I’ve waited just for you.” You haunt me still so...»
«I came up to the forest of pines, / My path was long, the sun beat down. / Pulling the doorway curtains aside, / He, gray-haired and humble, came out. The seer gazed at me and zealously, / He uttered: “Bride of Christ! / For the prosperous, feel no jealousy, / For your place is up in ...»
«Thus others to the wounded crane / Call, “Kurlee, kurlee!” humbly. / As the autumnal fields remain / At once both, warm and crumbly… Thus, for me, ailing, a call resounds, / The golden wings are beating / Somewhere from the dense low clouds / And from the thickets, pleading: “I...»
«In the churchyard, I’ll sleep soundly / Underneath the slab of oak, / And my darling, you will run to me / For a Sunday morning talk — / Cross the stream and there you are, / Leaving grown-ups at a loss, / And sharp-sighted, from afar, / You will recognize my cross. / And I know ...»