Boris Godunov by Alexander Pushkin

Russian LiteratureChildren BooksRussian PoetryAlexander Pushkin – Boris Godunov – Contents

< < < Syevsk
Moscow. Palace Of The Tsar > > >



(In the background lies a dying horse)

PRETENDER. Ah, my poor horse! How gallantly he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me. My poor horse!

PUSHKIN. (To himself.) Well, here’s
A great ado about a horse, when all
Our army’s smashed to bits.

PRETENDER. Listen! Perhaps
He’s but exhausted by the loss of blood,
And will recover.

PUSHKIN. Nay, nay; he is dying.

PRETENDER. (Goes to his horse.)
My poor horse!—what to do? Take off the bridle,
And loose the girth. Let him at least die free.

(He unbridles and unsaddles the horse. Some Poles

Good day to you, gentlemen! How is’t I see not
Kurbsky among you? I did note today
How to the thick of the fight he clove his path;
Around the hero’s sword, like swaying ears
Of corn, hosts thronged; but higher than all of them
His blade was brandished, and his terrible cry
Drowned all cries else. Where is my knight?

POLE. He fell
On the field of battle.

PRETENDER. Honour to the brave,
And peace be on his soul! How few unscathed
Are left us from the fight! Accursed Cossacks,
Traitors and miscreants, you, you it is
Have ruined us! Not even for three minutes
To keep the foe at bay! I’ll teach the villains!
Every tenth man I’ll hang. Brigands!

PUSHKIN. Whoe’er
Be guilty, all the same we were clean worsted,

PRETENDER. But yet we nearly conquered. Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
Repulsed us utterly. But they’re fine fellows!
By God! Fine fellows! I love them for it. From them
I’ll form an honourable troop.

PUSHKIN. And where
Shall we now spend the night?

PRETENDER. Why, here, in the forest.
Why not this for our night quarters? At daybreak
We’ll take the road, and dine in Rilsk. Good night.

(He lies down, puts a saddle under his head, and falls

PUSHKIN. A pleasant sleep, tsarevich! Smashed to bits,
Rescued by flight alone, he is as careless
As a simple child; ’tis clear that Providence
Protects him, and we, my friends, will not lose heart.

< < < Syevsk
Moscow. Palace Of The Tsar > > >

Russian LiteratureChildren BooksRussian PoetryAlexander Pushkin – Boris Godunov – Contents

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