Праздничное, или о котах, Исландии и пиве
С днем кота, кажется, друг друга все уже поздравили?
А в Исландии 1 марта, между прочим, не только день кота, но и Bjórdagurinn - День пива, когда пить его положено безмерно :)
Можно совмещать и пить за здравие всех котов мира!
И, раз на то пошло, за сурового исландского кота Jólakötturinn (особенно тем, кто забыл за него выпить в Рождество). Он ведь, если что не так, - цап! Ифсе =)
Þið kannist við jólaköttinn,
- sá köttur var gríðarstór.
Fólk vissi´ekki hvaðan hann kom
eða hvert hann fór...
Ну то есть вот:
You all know the Yule Cat
And that Cat was huge indeed.
People didn't know where he came from
Or where he went.
He opened his glaring eyes wide,
The two of them glowing bright.
It took a really brave man
To look straight into them.
His whiskers, sharp as bristles,
His back arched up high.
And the claws of his hairy paws
Were a terrible sight.
He gave a wave of his strong tail,
He jumped and he clawed and he hissed.
Sometimes up in the valley,
Sometimes down by the shore.
He roamed at large, hungry and evil
In the freezing Yule snow.
In every home
People shuddered at his name.
If one heard a pitiful "meow"
Something evil would happen soon.
Everybody knew he hunted men
But didn't care for mice.
He picked on the very poor
That no new garments got
For Yule - who toiled
And lived in dire need.
... /Там дальше еще много про страшного кота и детишек =)/
(с) Jóhannes úr Kötlum
А в Исландии 1 марта, между прочим, не только день кота, но и Bjórdagurinn - День пива, когда пить его положено безмерно :)
Можно совмещать и пить за здравие всех котов мира!
И, раз на то пошло, за сурового исландского кота Jólakötturinn (особенно тем, кто забыл за него выпить в Рождество). Он ведь, если что не так, - цап! Ифсе =)
Þið kannist við jólaköttinn,
- sá köttur var gríðarstór.
Fólk vissi´ekki hvaðan hann kom
eða hvert hann fór...
Ну то есть вот:
You all know the Yule Cat
And that Cat was huge indeed.
People didn't know where he came from
Or where he went.
He opened his glaring eyes wide,
The two of them glowing bright.
It took a really brave man
To look straight into them.
His whiskers, sharp as bristles,
His back arched up high.
And the claws of his hairy paws
Were a terrible sight.
He gave a wave of his strong tail,
He jumped and he clawed and he hissed.
Sometimes up in the valley,
Sometimes down by the shore.
He roamed at large, hungry and evil
In the freezing Yule snow.
In every home
People shuddered at his name.
If one heard a pitiful "meow"
Something evil would happen soon.
Everybody knew he hunted men
But didn't care for mice.
He picked on the very poor
That no new garments got
For Yule - who toiled
And lived in dire need.
... /Там дальше еще много про страшного кота и детишек =)/
(с) Jóhannes úr Kötlum