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Tales of Old Krakow  摄影撰文：伽拉和阿列克斯，翻译整理：Elton Zeng 编者按：这是俄罗斯摄影爱好者伽拉与阿列克斯访问波兰时拍摄的一组照片，介绍了波兰的旅游热点城市克拉科夫的美丽景色和历史渊源。翻译介绍在此，供读者们欣赏。  They say the people that used to in the old days in the city of Krakow, near the gate of the city, home to the famous magician and sorcerer Pan Twardowski. He was a knight of noble birth, but a sword and a spear in his youth rather magical book. For many years he spent reading, learning the secrets of witchcraft, while in one of the old volumes are not deductible as a spell to cause me to hell. Then one day he got up at the full moon high in the mountains, it's at the intersection of four roads three times to call the devil by name, turned to the four corners of the earth, and waited. Exactly at midnight, the devil appeared to him. It looks like the overseas guest: suit short, vest on a thick belly does not add up, skin-tight trousers, shoes with gold buckles. Exactly like the noble gentleman from distant lands. But only under the beret horns peeking from under his coat the tip of the tail with tufts of hair sticking out, and the shoes of hooves stick out.  Low-he bowed low before Tvardovsky in a bow, velvet beret with a feather waved his honeyed voice and asks: - Did you call me, sir? I am at your service! Satan himself has sent me to you. Ordered to serve you faithfully. - Satan himself, you say? Well, so much the better - it is responsible Twardowski. - Now listen to me, tailed! From now on, you're my slave. Any my whim - for you the law. Do not you dare lie to me, I spell her from the bottom of the sea you'll get.  He waved his tail features, lowered ears and a tiny voice piped up: - I order you, sir, and I, as a faithful servant will fulfill all your wishes, whims and caprices. I will give you power over people and things of the world, untold wealth gifted. Only the order is necessary to make us a contract. For all my efforts and gifts I need from you is the little, a mere trifle. Here, in this paper, sign it with his own blood, which pre-sold me your soul. With these words, the devil pulled out a long parchment and handed Tvardovsky. Pan Twardowski without much hesitation pin pricked themselves middle finger with his own blood, and has signed a contract with the devil.  It was one condition that seemed Tvardovsky good loophole to escape from hell. In black and white it was written that while Twardowski not come to Rome, not the devil any rights or his body or the soul. "You are clever, but I'm not easy - thought Twardowski, signing the paper. - Noble his parents, grandfather and great-grandfather swear that as long as I live, my feet in this city will not. "  He grabbed a damn signed contract, flicked his tail, so that the skirt of his coat flew up, and only wanted to fall through the earth to Satan in hell before whiz boast as Twardowski grabbed it by the tail. - Uh no, wait a minute, my dear, so it will not work! Now you are my servant, and listen to what I tell you will order. See that mountain? Olkusz it is called. So, there SVEZA silver from all over Poland. All the mountains and valleys Search the. 'll Get him out of the ground. And then just to be sure on the rocks of the dam that no thief to silver not picked up.  Like a whirlwind rushed devil in hell for assistance and help. Fled his friends horny all sides, scouring the whole of Poland, in three deaths bent, silver on himself being dragged, and all the little Tvardovsky. Long scoured hell in search of silver and, finally, the last handful of his land in Olkushskie delivering, barely alive, moaning, crying, yes trudged into hell. Only the devil, the servant of Pan Twardowski, did not get a moment's respite, and immediately presented himself before his master.  And the one twirling mustache, says: - You're the devil, I see, well done, you try. But that's not all! Do you see that rock? Hoisted him onto his back so Throw near that mountain, which is called the Dog. Groaned under the weight of huge features stone. While he was carrying to the mountain, nearly broke my spine. Hardly dragged and dropped. Do not have time to translate the spirit of the devil, and he Twardowski is a new problem came up. - You see - he says - a cock that won on the fence singing? I want to fly it now, as a winged horse! Damn bowed back, her hands slapped, whistled twice, looking - Twardowski already sits on a cock. He waved his wings, and they flew to Krakow.  In Krakow, the people ran together, all standing, looking, that for such a miracle? And then Pan Twardowski himself with a cock gets off and says, - Do not be afraid, good people! Or do not recognize? It's me, your countryman, Pan Twardowski!  Since that time he lived Twardowski, not knowing worries. He had only to wave his magic stick, and it was at his service. Nothing did not know failure. The horse that the sign at the tavern painted, served his faithful steed. And often riding on a cock flew Twardowski in Krakow castle to the king that his sorcery their tricks to entertain and amuse. Gold from Twardowski was that the sand on the river bank, silver Olkushskih lands - the whole mountain.  |
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