PUSHKIN. Ruslan and Lyudmila. #21 is a piece of digital artwork by Andy i Za which was uploaded on June 27th, 2016.
PUSHKIN. Ruslan and Lyudmila. #21
PUSHKIN. Ruslan and Lyudmila. Title page. Excerpt from tales.... more
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Title
PUSHKIN. Ruslan and Lyudmila. #21
Artist
Andy i Za
Medium
Digital Art - Digital Art - Photograph
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PUSHKIN. Ruslan and Lyudmila. Title page. Excerpt from tales.
Dedication Queens of my heart, you lovely girls, they re meant for you and only you, these fairy tales of times gone by. That chatterbox called Long-ago whispered me them, and golden hours I ve spent transcribing every word. My work of fun, then, please accept. I covet no one s compliments just cherish the delicious hope that one of you, though furtively, might peep at these mischievous verses and feel a fluttering of love. Prologue By an arc of sea a green oak stands; to the oak a chain of gold is tied; and at the chain s end night and day a learnèd cat walks round and round. Rightwards he goes, and sings a song; leftwards, a fairy tale he tells. There s magic! It s a wood sprite s haunt a rusalka sits among the boughs on footpaths no one has explored are tracks of beasts no one has seen a hut stands there on chicken s legs, no windows in its walls, nor doors unnumbered wraiths stalk wood and dale at dawn the ocean waves roll in and surge across the empty sands, while from the limpid waters strides a troop of thirty champions, fine men, and their sea-tutor too a king s son passing by that way takes prisoner an awesome tsar up in the clouds for all to see above the sweep of woods and waves a wizard hauls a warrior brave a princess pines in prison there, a brown-haired wolf her loyal page a mortar in a witch s form moves to and fro as if alive frail Tsar Kashchéy wilts by his gold. The place breathes Russia reeks of Rus! I was there once: I sipped some mead; I saw the green oak by the sea; I sat beneath it, while the cat, that learnèd cat, told me his tales. One of those tales I still recall, and this Ill share now with you all...
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June 27th, 2016
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