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Oscar Wilde  

The Happy Prince  



The King of England had a beautiful son and heir, who was nicknamed the Happy Prince.     -,    . And indeed the Prince was happy, because everyone loved him, because he was never visited by boredom and grief.     ,     ,         .

But happiness does not last forever.    . The King suffered an unexpected grief: his favorite heir died... The death of the Happy Prince shocked everyone.    :  -      .

The city government and representatives of the people decided to erect a monument-statue to the Happy Prince.          -. It was decided to decorate this statue with precious stones and gold.         .

A year passed.  . A monument to the Happy Prince was erected in the town square.        . The statue of the Happy Prince stood on a tall column.       . The Prince's cloak was covered from top to bottom with leaves of pure gold.         . Instead of eyes, he had sapphires, and a large ruby shone on the hilt of his sword.      ,        .

Everyone admired the Prince.   .

He is as beautiful as a weather vane!   ,  -! said the City Councillor, eager to be known as a fine connoisseur of the arts.     ,      . But, of course, a weather vane is much more useful!   , ,   ! he added immediately, fearing that he would be accused of impracticality; and he was not guilty of that.     , ,     ;        .

Try to be like the Happy Prince!       !  the sensible mother urged her little boy, who kept crying to be given the moon.       ,   ,    .  The Happy Prince never acts up!      !

Im glad theres at least one lucky person in the world!   ,       ! muttered the unfortunate man, driven by fate, looking at this beautiful statue.      ,     .

Oh, hes just like an angel!  ,    !  the Orphanage Children admired, leaving the cathedral in a crowd in bright scarlet capes and snow-white aprons.     ,      -    .

How do you know that?     ?  objected the Mathematics Teacher.     .  After all, youve never seen angels.        .

Oh, we see them in our dreams!  ,     !  the Orphanage Children responded, and the Mathematics Teacher frowned and looked at them sternly: he did not like the fact that children saw dreams.     ,         :   ,    .

One night a Swallow was flying past that city. -     . Her friends had already flown away to Egypt for seven weeks, and she had lagged behind them because she was in love with a flexible, beautiful Reed. Ÿ         ,     ,       . In early spring she had seen him while chasing a large yellow butterfly, and she froze, suddenly seduced by his slender figure.      ,     ,    ,     .

Do you want me to love you?  ,   ? asked the Swallow from the first word, since she loved straightforwardness in everything; and the Reed bowed to her in response.       ,      ;      .

Then the Swallow began to circle above him, occasionally touching the water and leaving behind silvery ripples on the water.      ,           . This is how she expressed her love.    . And so it continued all summer.     .

What a ridiculous connection!     !  the other swallows chirped.     .  After all, Reed doesnt have a penny to his name and a whole bunch of relatives.             .

Indeed, this entire river was densely overgrown with reeds. ,      . Then autumn came, and the swallows flew away.   ,   .

When they flew away, the Swallow felt like an orphan, and this attachment to the Reed seemed very burdensome to her.   ,    ,         .

Oh, my God, hes like a mute, you cant get a word out of him, the Swallow said reproachfully, and Im afraid hes very flirtatious: he flirts with every breeze.  ,    ,      ,     ,    ,    :    .

And indeed, as soon as the wind blows, the Reed bends and bows.  ,   ,    ,   .

He may be a homebody, but I love to travel, and it wouldnt hurt for my husband to love to travel too.   ,   -  ,         .

Well then, will you fly with me?    ,    ? she finally asked, but Reed only shook his head: he was so attached to the house!     ,     :      !

Oh, you played with my love!  ,    ! cried the Swallow.    . Farewell, Im flying to the pyramids!    ,    !

And she flew away.   .

She flew all day and arrived in the city by nightfall.          .

Where should I stay here?      ?  thought the Swallow.    .  I hope the city is already prepared to give me a worthy welcome?   ,      ?

Here she saw a statue on a high column.       .

- That's great.    . I'll settle in here: it's a wonderful place and there's lots of fresh air.    :      .

And she nestled at the feet of the Happy Prince.       .

I have a golden bedroom!     ! she said tenderly, looking around.   -  , . And she had already settled down to sleep and hid her head under her wing, when suddenly a heavy drop fell on her.           ,       .

How strange!   ! she was surprised.    . Theres not a cloud in the sky.      . The stars are so clear and bright  where could there be rain?   , ,     ? The climate in northern Europe is simply terrible.      . My Reed loved the rain, but hes such a selfish person.    ,     .

Then another drop fell.    .

What good is a statue if it cant even protect from the rain?      ,        . Ill look for a shelter somewhere near a chimney on the roof. -   -    . And the Swallow decided to fly away.      .

But before she could spread her wings, the third drop fell.      ,    .

The swallow looked up, and what did she see?   ,     ?

The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears.      . Tears rolled down his golden cheeks.      . And so beautiful was his face in the moonlight that the Swallow was filled with pity.         ,    .

Who are you?    ? she asked.    .

- I am the Happy Prince.    .

- But why are you crying?      ?

You got me soaked through.    .

When I was alive and had a living human heart, I did not know what tears were, answered the statue.            ,   ,   ,   . I lived in the palace of Sans Souci, where sorrow is forbidden to enter.       Sans Souci,   . During the day I amused myself in the garden with my friends, and in the evening I danced in the Great Hall.       ,       . The garden was surrounded by a high wall, and I never once thought to ask what was happening behind it.     ,       ,     . Everything around me was so beautiful!      ! The Happy Prince, my confidants called me, and truly I was happy, if happiness lies only in pleasures.  ,    ,     ,     . So I lived, and so I died.   ,   . And now, when I am no longer alive, they placed me here, above, so high that I can see all the sorrows and all the poverty of my capital.   ,    ,   , ,  ,          . And although my heart is now tin, I cannot refrain from tears.      ,      .

Ah, so youre not all gold! ,     ! thought the Swallow, but, of course, not out loud, because she was quite polite.    , , ,  ,     .

There, far away, in a narrow street, I see a wretched house, the statue continued in a quiet, melodic voice.  , ,   ,    ,      . One window is open, and I can see a woman sitting at a table.     ,    ,   . Her face is haggard, her hands are rough and red, they are all pricked with a needle, because she is a seamstress.    ,    ,    ,    . She is embroidering passion flowers on a silk dress for the most beautiful of the queens maids of honor for the next court ball.              . And in the bed, closer to the corner, is her sick child.   ,   ,   . Her boy lies in a fever and asks to be given oranges. Ÿ      ,    . But the mother has nothing, only river water.    ,   . And this boy is crying.     . Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow! , ,  ! Will you not bring her a ruby from my swords?         ? My feet are chained to the pedestal, and I am unable to move from the spot.     ,        .

They are eagerly awaiting me in Egypt, answered the Swallow.       ,   . My friends are circling over the Nile and conversing with the lush lotuses.            . Soon they will fly to spend the night in the tomb of the Great King.         . There he himself rests, in his luxurious coffin.    ,    . He is wrapped in yellow fabrics and embalmed with fragrant herbs.         . His neck is wrapped in a pale green jade chain, and his hands are like autumn leaves.     -  ,      .

 Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow.  , ,  . Stay here just for one night and be my messenger.          . The boy is so thirsty, and his mother is so sad.    ,     .

 Im not really fond of boys.   -    . Last summer, when I lived by the river, the millers children, bad boys, always threw stones at me.  ,     ,  ,  ,     . Of course, where would they hit! ,   ! We swallows are too evasive. , ,  . Besides, my ancestors were famous for their particular dexterity, but still, it was very disrespectful.        ,  -    .

However, the Happy Prince was so sad that the Swallow took pity on him.      ,    .

Its very cold here, she said, but never mind, Ill stay with you tonight and carry out your assignment.    ,   ,   ,          .

Thank you, little Swallow, said the Happy Prince.   ,  ,    .

And so the Swallow pecked a large ruby from the Happy Prince's sword and flew with this ruby over the city roofs.                  . She flew over the bell tower of the cathedral, where there are white marble statues of angels.     ,     . She flew over the royal palace and heard the sounds of music.         . A beautiful girl came out onto the balcony, and with her her lover.     ,     .

What a miracle these stars are, her lover told her, and how wonderful is the power of love!     ,    ,      !

I hope my dress will be ready in time for the court ball, she replied.  ,      ,   . I had passion flowers embroidered on it, but the seamstresses are so lazy.        ,    .

The swallow flew over the river and saw the lights on the masts of the ships.          . It flew over the Ghetto and saw old Jews making deals with each other and weighing coins on copper scales.        ,          . And finally it flew to a poor house and looked in.          . The boy was tossing and turning in the heat, and his mother was fast asleep  she was so tired.    ,     ,     . The swallow crept into the closet and placed the ruby on the table, next to the seamstresss thimble.         ,    . Then it began to circle silently above the boy, bringing coolness to his face.       ,     .




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