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25.02.2012 в 14:38

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Никак не могу найти перевод стихотворения, что читал в фильме Гиллем, тестируя прослушку.
На пылающей палубе мальчик стоял,
У ног его дикий огонь танцевал.
Стоял он красиво и гордо, будто тигрёнок,
Из плоти и крови храбрец, а снаружи ребёнок.
И он не отступит, потому что отец...
Зато вот оригинал, Фелиция Хименс, «Касабьянка».

The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form.

The flames rolled on; he would not go
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud, ``Say, Father, say,
If yet my task is done!''
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

``Speak, Father!'' once again he cried,
``If I may yet be gone!''
--And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair;
And looked from that lone post of death
In still yet brave despair;

And shouted but once more aloud,
``My Father! must I stay?''
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound;
The boy--Oh! where was he?
--Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea;--

With shroud, and mast, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,--
But the noblest thing that perished there
Was that young, faithful heart.

«Casabianca», Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835)

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