Ãðèáè ç Þããîòà - 25 («Fungi from Yuggoth» by Howard Phillips Lovecraft)
25. Ñåíò-Òîäó
«Äçâîí³â Ñåíò-Òîäó áèòèõ áåðåæèñü!»
Êðèê ÷óâ éîãî ÿê â ëàá³ðèíò ï³ðíóâ
Ïðîâóëê³â òåìíèõ, ùî íà ï³âäåíü áóâ,
Äå ñíè ñòîë³òü ìèíóëèõ ùå ïëåëèñü.
Îá³ðâàíöåì â³í áóâ, ³ çíèêëà øâèäêî
Éîãî ñóòóëà ïîñòàòü, êðàäüêîìà,
Òîìó ÿ é äàë³ ïóòü êð³çü í³÷ òðèìàâ
Òóäè, äàõè äå âèùèðèëèñü ãèäêî.
Ùî êðèëîñü òóò ç ïóò³âíèêà íå ÿñíî
Òà çíîâ êðè÷èòü âæå ñòàðèãàí ÿêèéñü:
«Äçâîí³â Ñåíò-Òîäó áèòèõ áåðåæèñü!»
Ìîâ÷ó, õðèïèòü ³ òðåò³é ñòàðåöü ëÿ÷íî
«Äçâîí³â Ñåíò-Òîäó áèòèõ áåðåæèñü!»
Ïîá³ã ÿ é ðàïòîì – ÷îðíèé øïèëü óâèñü.
XXV. St. Toad’s
“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” I heard him scream
As I plunged into those mad lanes that wind
In labyrinths obscure and undefined
South of the river where old centuries dream.
He was a furtive figure, bent and ragged,
And in a flash had staggered out of sight,
So still I burrowed onward in the night
Toward where more roof-lines rose, malign and jagged.
No guide-book told of what was lurking here—
But now I heard another old man shriek:
“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” And growing weak,
I paused, when a third greybeard croaked in fear:
“Beware St. Toad’s cracked chimes!” Aghast, I fled—
Till suddenly that black spire loomed ahead.