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The Bronze Horseman
(1833)
Preface
The events narrated in this story are based on facts. The details of the flood are quoted from newspaper records at the time. Curious readers may refer to them
You can find out the details by referring to B H. Burch's notes
Pushkin
The wedge
There is a long and narrow sea wave there
He stood filled with great thoughts
The river ran broadly and the canoe
Swayed on the waves desolate and lonely
In the wet moss-covered Along the shore
There are dark huts here and there
Poor Finns live there
The sun hides in a thick fog
A forest that has never seen sunlight
Noisy all around
And he thought
We are going to threaten Sweden from here
Build a castle here
Embarrass your arrogant neighbors
Nature has set up a window here
We open it and it will lead to Europe
We must stand firm on the seashore
Sails from all countries will come together
Travel on this new sea journey
And we will dance in the sea and in the air
A hundred years later, the young city
has become the pearl and miracle of the North
From the dark woods From the swamp
It raised its brilliant and proud head high
There were only Finnish fishermen here
Like nature's melancholy stepson
Lonely near the low wet river bank
Throwing his old fishing net
into the deep and unpredictable water But now
The coast is full of fish Angry
Neat and well-proportioned palaces and pavilions
Grouped together
Large ships rushing from every corner of the world
This wealthy port is anchored
The Neva River is covered with marble
Tall bridges span the waves
The small island in the middle of the river is obscured
It is covered in a lush green garden
And next to this young capital
The ancient Moscow is getting darker day by day
Like a widowed The Queen Mother stands in front of
the newly crowned Queen
I love you, the city that Peter built
I love your serious and neat face
How majestic is the flow of the Neva River
Marble is paved on both sides of it
I love the pattern of your iron railings
The moonless nights you meditate
p>The transparent and shining darkness
I often sit alone in the room
I don’t need to light a lamp to write or read
I can clearly see the Streets
While sleeping quietly I saw
How bright the spire of the Admiralty
In the golden sky in the dark night
It’s too late to close the curtain
The dawn is already coming one after another
Let the night only stay for half an hour
I love your cold winter
p>Your frost and condensed air
How many sleighs run along the Neva River
The girl’s face is more beautiful than the rose
Yet There were the laughter and whispers of a ball
The late-night drinking revel of bachelors
The sound of foaming wine glasses
Peng-style wine flowing blue flame
I love your Ares playground
The heroic drills of young soldiers
Infantry and cavalry lined up in rows
Monotonous There is another kind of magnificence
Heh is flying in the ranks of Kushibi
How many broken victory flags
And the helmets that were pierced in the battle
also brought dazzling glory to the ranks
I love you Russia Military town
When the Queen of the Northern Kingdom brings good news
A prince is born in the palace
Or Russia defeats its enemy
Once again Celebrate her glory
Or the Neva River freezes and bursts
Blue ice pours into the sea
Because I feel the joy of spring
Stand tall Peter's city
Stand still like Russia
One day even the power of nature
will bow to you
Let the waves of Finland never forget
its ancient submission and hostility
Never again stir up futile swords
Disturbing Peter's eternity Dream
But there was a terrible moment
People can still remember it clearly
About this dear reader I will tell you
Describe the following incident
My story is extremely melancholy
Part 1
In the dark sky of Petersburg
The cold autumn wind of November blows
The Neva River surges with roaring waves
It hits the neat stone-paved shore wall
The river was spinning excitedly like a patient
It was churning constantly on her bed
It was already late and dark at this time
Raindrops were pounding on the window rapidly. The wind
swept melancholy and roared and neighed
At this time, I had just returned home from being a guest
There was a young man named Eugen
We are going to call the hero of the story by this name
because I like its tone
and at one time it crossed my pen
Unexplained reasons
We don’t want to delve into his surname
Although this surname may have appeared in a prominent family in the past
Even the historian Klamkin
may have made this family famous in his writing
But now the upper class society and rumors
have long forgotten it. Net
Our protagonist works somewhere
He doesn’t know any dignitaries living in Cologne
He has no desire for his dead ancestors
I didn’t lament the passing years
Now I’m back home Eugen
Throw away my coat, take off my clothes and go to bed
But He can't sleep
There are many things tumbling in his mind
What is he thinking? It turns out that he is planning
How humble and poor he is
He must work hard to expect
A stable life and a little honor
I hope God will be kind and give him more money and wisdom
Reminds me of
There are also rich people who spend a lot of time and money
Those lazy people who are not very smart
How comfortable their lives are
And he is in office The President has only been in power for two years
His thoughts turned to the weather and wind and rain
It had not stopped yet and he was close to the river bank
The waves kept rising and almost washed away
The bridge over the Neva River interrupts traffic
What should he do if he thinks of Banasana?
He will not see her for two or three days
Thinking of this, Eugen heartily deplored
and continued to fantasize like a poet
Can I get married? Why not
Of course this may be very difficult
I am prepared to work day and night
There will always be a way to arrange a home
Make it simple, peaceful and not luxurious
In Where can I place my Banasha
Maybe in a year or two
I will find a job and leave the household affairs to Banasha
And the host
And educate our children
In this way, we live hand in hand
We will never be separated until death
Teach our children and grandchildren to bury us together
He thought about it all night long
He was melancholy and sincerely hoped
The autumn wind would not howl so sadly People
Don’t let the raindrops hit the window
It’s so heartless
But sleep
Finally closed his eyes and looked
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The dark and stormy night has gradually faded
Let the bleak day continue to rule
The miserable day
Neva River all night
Resisting the storm as it poured into the sea
But in the end, it was no match for its violence
I have exhausted all my strength in fighting it
Early in the morning, on both sides of the river
Groups of residents gathered to look up at NB327
They watched the splash of water
and the raging waves
But a strong wind blew from the bay
Withstanding the current, she could not move forward
She tossed and turned and roared angrily
She retreated into the submerged river The island of the heart
The weather is even more dangerous at this time
The roaring Neva keeps rising
She is boiling like a pot of boiling water
Like a wild beast that suddenly went crazy
Suddenly rushed towards the city in front of her
Everything gave way to her surroundings
Immediately there was deathly silence and desolation The floodwaters
entered the cellar and climbed over the threshold
The canal also surged up its iron bars
Looking at Petersburg like a legendary mermaid
Half of her body was submerged in the water
He besieged and attacked the evil waves
Climbing into the door and window like a thief
The boat swung the stern and lifted the glass Crash into pieces
The wooden boards of the vendors were wrapped with cloth curtains
The broken wooden eaves of thatched cottages
Miscellaneous items from a small business
All the belongings of poor people
Fragments of bridges destroyed by thunderstorms
And coffins washed out of graves
Everything is floating in the street
The people saw the wrath of God and waited for death
Alas, everything was gone, food, clothing and housing
Where to find
It was a miserable year
Our Tsar is still shining
Ruling Russia, he appears
Melancholy on the balcony
He said that the Tsar cannot rule
He sat down due to the mysterious force of nature
He looked thoughtfully at the dangerous and dangerous disaster area with sad eyes
The past The square has turned into a lake
The big rivers are the former streets
And the palace is like a gloomy island country
In the flood, the tsar only spoke
After saying something, please look at his general
They spread all over the city from east to west, north and south
Some went to the street and some passed through the alleys
Going in and out of the waves without risking one's own safety
Rescuing the wandering soul who was frightened by the flood
The residents who were waiting to be submerged in their homes
At that time in Petersburg In a corner of the square
A new huge building has just been built
On the tall steps there is a pair of stone lions
It looks like a living creature with its teeth and claws flexing
Guarding poor Eugen at the door
His hands were crossed on his chest
He was horribly pale without a hat
Silently Sitting on the back of a stone lion
Unable to move, but this poor man
was not afraid of himself and let the waves splash
how he greedily slapped and splashed on his heels
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He did not hear or pay attention
Let the raindrops wet his face
How the roaring wind showed its majesty
And put his The hat blew into the sky
He only
Keep your melancholy eyes
fixed in a distant direction
where the mountain-like waves
seem to rise from the turbulent seabed
Roll up and wash away everything
The storm is roaring there
The debris of the house is floating there
And just around the huge waves, Ha Tiantian
Right next to the bay
A weeping willow and a simple fence
There is a dilapidated hut in the wall where a family lives
Mother and daughter The two of them live with his Banasha
Could his dream be in a dream
Has he seen all this in life?
Is it just an empty dream
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Or it’s God’s mockery of us
At this time, he seems to be possessed by a demon
It seems that he has become one with the stone lion
Can’t Down around him
There is nothing but water
And above in the steady sky
Beyond the swirling waves of the river
Turn your back to Eugen and wave with your hands
The boundless distance is firm and solemn
It is a figure riding a giant bronze horse
Part 2
But now the Neva River has lost its temper
The violence and destruction have made her tired
She finally came back and enjoyed it all the way
The situation caused by his own violence
And throwing the captives everywhere
This seems to be the leader of the bandits
Bringing a team of men into the village
They robbed homes ferociously
Killed, burned and looted, cried and resented
Absolutely cursed and scuffled, causing great disaster
The robbers finished everything quickly Retreat
Afraid that the pursuers would return with full loads
Exhausted, they stayed together
Abandoned their looted property
The flood retreated The stone-paved road
has appeared and my Eugen
is filled with worries, hopes and fears
running all the way as if I have lost my soul
Run towards the river that has not yet flattened
It seems to be proud of the victory just now
The roaring waves are still rolling
The water is still full of water There were bubbles
It was like there was a fire burning below
It was like the war horse had just returned to the battlefield
The Neva River was breathing so quickly
Eugen NB327 looked at and saw a boat
As if he had made an unexpected discovery
He chased and shouted while
The ferryman was busy Leisurely
I would rather just have a few copper coins
Get him across the other side of the waves
Fighted with the waves for a long time
Look at that The boat always sank into the waves
A series of waves threatened to capsize
The brave passenger finally reached the other shore
This unfortunate man
ran through all the familiar streets
went to a familiar place and looked around
but no longer recognized the terrible sight.
In front of him, everything was in chaos
Here was a desolation, there was a pile of rags
The houses had changed shape and some were completely tilted. Others were destroyed
Moved by the flood and
It was like corpses were lying on the battlefield
He saw the dead people around him at a glance
For a moment of dizziness, he thought nothing of it
Although the suffering had weakened him
He ran quickly to that place
It was unknown there Destiny is waiting
Like a sealed letter waiting for him to open
Look here as he runs across the outskirts of the city
He is familiar with the area near the bay
p>
What happened to the house
He stopped
He walked around and walked back to the same place
Look around and look carefully
This should be her home
This is a willow tree that used to have a fence
Obviously the flood has swept it away
But he was confused as to where there was a house
He was pacing He was pacing back and forth, thinking again and again
Muttering loudly to himself
But suddenly he slapped his forehead with his hand
He burst out laughing
The curtain of night falls gently over the trembling city
But its inhabitants talk about all the misfortunes that happened during the day
Cannot sleep peacefully for a long time
The light of dawn
Through the tired and pale clouds
The light flowing into the quiet capital
Yesterday's disaster can no longer be found
The traces left behind are covered with purple and red
The ugly image and everything are as orderly as before Carry on
In the middle of the unobstructed street
People still have indifferent expressions
The officials who walked past face to face
also gave up Hidden Taoyuan last night
The brave hawker went to the official office at the Yamen
Without any discouragement, he took over the cellar
and took it over from the hands of the Neva River
And hope to use the neighbors' wallets
to make up for their huge shortfalls
move out one by one from the yard
Finally
The beloved poet of Baron Vastov
has also sung immortal poems
expresses sorrow for the disaster of the Neva
But I am pitiful Eugen
Alas, his fragile and confused nerves
cannot withstand this terrible blow
The roaring wind of the Neva River
And the huge waves are still in his ears
What kind of nightmare is there with the constant roar
Tearing apart his sanity and terrifying thoughts
Hold on to him and he just wanders around in silence
The weeks and months pass by in a blink of an eye
He never comes home to sit down for a while
His Since the secluded cabin
The lease period has expired and the rent has not been paid
A poor poet came to become a tenant
Eugen never came back, not even his clothes.
I don’t want to wander around all day long
The world will soon forget him
At night he sleeps on the dock from the window
The bread he threw was his food
The clothes he was wearing were already shabby
Now they were even more tattered. Some urchins
throwed stones at his back.
More often, the coachman’s whip
hit him because it was obvious
He didn’t know the path at all
He was at a loss. Feeling the storm in his heart
He couldn't hear the noise outside
In this way, he dragged a body
It was neither human nor human to spend the miserable years
Not like a beast or a living thing
Not like a ghost in the underworld
One night
He slept in the Neva River On the pier
Summer is gradually turning into autumn
A cold wind blows and dark waves
Pounce against the smooth steps of the pier
The voice was like a whisper and a low complaint
It was like a wronged person begging the judge
Leaning in front of his closed door
Eugen woke up with a start and the surroundings were extremely dark
The rain was dripping and the wind was blowing very miserably
There was a sentry in the dark distance
Far away from the night fog Shouted to him
Eugen was shocked. The horror in the past appeared again in front of his eyes. He quickly got up and wandered on the street
>Suddenly he stopped and opened his eyes wide
Quietly scanning the surrounding scene
A look of lost panic appeared on his face
Where was he? In front of me again
The stone pillars of the huge building and a pair of stone lions
It looked like they were alive
Guarding the tall steps
And standing straight in the dark sky
Not moving inside the stone fence
It is the giant riding the bronze horse
Waving to the endless distance with his hand
Eugen couldn't help but tremble in his mind
Some thoughts were terrifyingly clear
He knew that he was there The floods are flooding here
The greedy waves are here
surrounding him and attacking him maliciously
surrounding him with stone lions and squares
And the man who stood firm
With his head of bronze reaching toward the sky
It was this man who built a city on the coast according to his will
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Look how terrifying he is in the darkness
What thoughts are floating on his forehead
What kind of power does he hold?
What kind of flames is burning in that horse
Oh proud horse, where will you run?
Where will your hooves fly
Oh the power of your destiny The master of Russia
Isn’t it just like this, holding the iron rein in one hand
You strangled Russia on the cliff
Made her to raise her front hooves and stand on the high hill
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Poor crazy Eugen
Wandered around the feet of the bronze statue
He stared with bewildered eyes
The king who rules half the world
But his eyes suddenly dimmed
He felt suffocated in his chest and he leaned his forehead
against the cold railing
There was a fire in his heart
His blood boiled and he suddenly became depressed
He stood in front of the proud bronze statue
Clenched his teeth and held it Fist
It was like a demon suddenly possessed her
His whole body trembled and he cursed in a low voice
Oh, Jianjia, the miracle you created
Waiting for what I said, he turned around
and ran away quickly because at this time
He seemed to see the majestic emperor
Suddenly he became angry and silently
Turn his face towards Eugen
And as he fled across the square
In the empty square he heard
It was as if there was a thunderclap behind him
As if a fast horse was chasing him
There was a crisp sound of hoofbeats on the stone road
Behind him in the pale moonlight Next
Look at the Bronze Knight riding a fast horse
While waving his hands to the sky
Driving away this poor madman
No matter where he ran that night
He always heard the bronze statue of a horse chasing him
The clear sound of hooves chasing him
From that time on, only Eugen
By chance, he passed by the square
His face showed panic
With a confused look, he would hold his hand
quickly Put it on your chest
As if to caress the wounds there
And take off the old hat
Lower your head and look embarrassed
Sneak around a path
On the seaside
There is a small island for fishermen who return late
Sometimes they park their boats there
While drying the fish nets and burning them
Their simple dinner or
Some officials rowed small boats on Sundays
You can reach the island by swimming here Rest on it
It is so desolate that there is not even a blade of grass
It breeds floods there
It is like playing an old thatched hut
The rush is there by the water
It stays like a bush
Last spring a big boat came
The dilapidated hut Remove it inside
Nothing but at the door
Our madman was discovered
Of course people do it for God's sake
Bury this cold body on the spot as soon as possible
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