Above the lake, in remote Dubrov,
He escaped once Monk,
Always in the harsh lessons,
In the post,, prayer and works.
Already vanes humble
The old man was digging his grave
And only the death of cherished
Saints prayed.
One summer at the doorstep
Bowed his hut
Anchorite I prayed to God.
Oaks do menial;
Fog over the lake was steaming,
And the red month in the clouds
Gently rolled across the sky.
On water began to watch Monk.
Looks, unconsciously fear full;
Can not he understand himself ...
And sees: boil wave
And suddenly grew quiet again ...
And suddenly ... light, as the shadow of the night,
White, how early snow hills,
Goes naked woman
And silently sat at bregov.
He looks at an old Monk
And scratching his hair wet.
Holy monk tremble with fear
And looking at her beauty.
She beckons him with his hand,
He nods his head quickly ...
And suddenly - a fading star -
Under the carotid wave disappeared.
Up all night the old man moody
And he didn’t pray all day -
Prior to an involuntary Duma
All saw strange maidens shadow.
Oakwood again dressed darkness;
I went to the moon in the clouds,
Again maiden over water
Sits, lovely pale.
Looks, nod,
They gave kisses from joking,
plays, the waves splashing,
laughs, crying, like a child,
calls Monk, gently moaning ...
"Monk, Monk! To me, to me!..»
And suddenly in the waves transparent sinks;
And yet in the deep silence.
On the third day hermit passionate
Near charmed bregov
I am sitting and waiting for beautiful maidens,
A shadow lay amid Dubrov ...
Dawn banished the darkness of night:
Monk did not find anywhere else,
And only a beard gray
The boys saw the water.
