He found his arrow somewhere in the swamp,
Just near the Frog with small but golden crown;
That moment he had got the strongest shock -
Its skin was changin’ colour gettin’ brown!..
He tried to run away from dangerous spot
But suddenly the Frog gave screech of beggin’:
- Don’t leave me, please, tell me at least a word,
Believe me, I’m a woman, handsome baby!
It was like blow dealt by axe to his poor head
But he turned out well to take it easy,
In several minutes he was more alive than dead,
And starin’ at the Frog, his glance was freezin’…
- I feel myself like a hero of a stupid fairy-tale,
Who are you, animal, and how can I help you?
- I’m your subconsciousness, your senseless hale,
Just radically change it to increase its value! -
- You’re cold enough and sympathize too little
With those who love you very much, take care
Of parents, wife and children, other people,
And you’ll be happy – golden crown is there!
- Please, take it from my head but kiss before,
Then keep the crown well, it’ll be safe barrier
From your indifference and also something more –
Since now you should be faithful, strong and fair!
And he believed to Frog’s so warm, kind words,
Was ready to come on and kiss its mouth…
He often felt despair, bitter sorrow afterwards,
When Frog became the girl, went laughing out!
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He’s still indifferent, too rigorous and cold,
He doesn’t sympathize his own people, kindred:
The crown of the Frog was not of native gold,
It was of copper – yellow, cheap and needless! |
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