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Дул  ветер,  мрачный  и  сырой,
И вереск  гнулся  под горой.
Смешала тень и  ночь и день
Угрюмой сумрачной порой.

Дул ветер с темных стылых гор,
Под  ним стонал окрестный бор.
Скрипел. стонал, во тьме шуршал
Листвы тревожный разговор

Дул  ветер прямо на восток,
И  лес промок, и лес продрог.
Кустарник стыл, и  в небе плыл
Лохматых туч густой поток.

Дул ветер прямо к той горе,
Где прячется дракон в норе,
Где сизый дым  плывет над ним
И тает в лунном серебре.

-Н.Рахманова

 
 

 

The wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest stirred no leaf:
there shadows lay by night and day,
and dark things silent crept beneath.

The wind came down from mountains cold,
and like a tide it roared and rolled;
the branches groaned, the forest moaned,
and leaves were laid upon the mould.

The wind went on from West to East;
all movement in the forest ceased,
but shrill and harsh across the marsh
its whistling voices were released.

The grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
the reeds were rattling - on it went
oer shaken pool under the heavens cool
where racing clouds were torn and rent.

It passed the lonely Mountain bare
and swept above the dragons lair:
there black and dark lay boulders stark
and flying smoke was in the air.

It left the world and took its flight
over the wide seas of the night.
The moon set sail upon the gale,
and stars were fanned to leaping light.

-J.R.R. Tolkien