Spiritual Fairy Tale about Sleeping Giant

It was long prior to the beautiful adolescent age
in the distant native land.
I heard this fairy-tale. I heard it just for one time
furthermore, it is in my memory till the Present time.
It was told me
by little town kid
without reactionary aims
since he was a child.
He told me
in blessed straightforwardness.
(Maybe I committed error
that place it in poetic frame)
We sat with him in the garden
at night
in the time when sunset put fire
behind the mountains.
The night wind went to
our old pear tree
furthermore, something mysterious and loathsome
investigated our souls.
Everything made us anxious:
grass that discreetly stirred
also, the inaccessible mass of garden
that was consuming in the nightfall.
Be that as it may, the most unpleasant for us
were poplars of the lake
who remained in the lines
as a result of some underhanded will.
Everything, revealed to me, Lavrin,
(it was the name of my companion)
grew on the giant
who rivaled god.
This giant was solid
in the body and soul.
He could tear
chains and shackles.
No energy of adversaries
could conquer him.
However, he was reached
by divine discipline.
How giant enraged god
that Laurin did not know.
I asked the older folks
be that as it may, no one let me know.
The Lord did not shot
the giant with his lightning
be that as it may, just covered him with sleep
like with delicate wool.
It is said that sleep is divine
in any case, at times it is divine punishment.
The giant had terrible enterprise in the sleep.
The giant thought:
he would slumber just for 60 minutes..
In any case, he is slumbering yet all century
furthermore, dreams about beasts.
The adversaries manhandled his rest.
They drank his blood
furthermore, broke his white bones.
They put press wires in his body
what's more, touched his profound injuries
with their eager mouths.
For many times
hands of predators
got to the profundity of his heart.
Be that as it may, giant keeps on resting
in spite of the fact that he endures enormous distresses.
Once in a while in the rest
the giant agonizingly wrinkles his temples,
at that point forests, backwoods and oakeries
make clamor.
At the point when giant feels unworldly agony
he now and again moves a bit.
Spasms keep running on his body
what's more, the Earth shakes.
Be that as it may, his foes are not perplexed.
They figure :"It is just nebulous vision".
Be that as it may, divine outrage will be halted
furthermore, divine discipline will pass away
and giant will stand up starting from the ground.
He will ascend his relentless hands.
and every single iron wire will be torn from his body.
Everything that stuck to him
will vanish."
The kid ceased to talk.
We both were brimming with fear.
"At the point when will he hold up?"
I asked the young man.
"Maybe, one year from now, one century from now
next time eternity or at this time."
The strong wind came
also, trees trembled.
We went to the house
like panicked little feathered creatures.
Lovely land of mine,
distant native country.
Each time I recall you
I recall this fairy tale.


Lesya Ukrainka
Translation by Igor Marinovsky from Family Sufyan



This willow grows near the lake in Lanivtsi town,,, I was fascinated by its beauty...


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