Всё уже рассказано- до нас! Black Fox by Heather Dale
Ой, а вот эту историю мне рассказывал. Ну, сами поняли, кто.
Как раз именно, что не было зверья, и охота ездила впустую, как кто-то возьми и скажи, что "эх, да хоть бы сам чёрт попался нам - затравили бы его!", и, откуда ни возьмись, лисица прямо под ногами коней стрелой промелькнула, и охота за ней, через лес, лиса через луг- и охота через луг, лиса в овраг, и охота - спускаться.
К речке - зверь в воду и на тот берег.
И здесь первый зачем-то перед тем, как в воду коня направить - перекрестился. Тут зверь на том берегу в полный рост встал и давай смеяться. Охота в ужасе назад и врассыпную.
А, оказывается, это байка известная.
Впрочем, никто не крестился, лис в песне чёрный, да и совсем даже Он, и наверняка, не какой-то там лис, а Он Самый;)
Потому и смехом дело не ограничилось;)
As we were out a-hunting,
One morning in the spring
Both hounds and horses running well
Made the hills and the valleys ring
But to our great misfortune
No fox there could be found
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still
No fox moved over the ground
And up spoke our master huntsman
The master of the chase
If only the devil himself come by
We'd run him such a race
And up there sprung like lightning
A fox from out of his hole
His fur was the colour of a starless night
And his eyes like burning coals
And they chased him over the valley
And they chased him over the fields
They chased him down to the river bank
But never would he yield
And he's jumped into the water
And he's swum to the other side
And he's laughed so loud that the greenwoods shook
Then he's turned to the huntsmen and cried
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen
And when your need is greatest
Just call upon my name
And I will come, and you shall have
The best of sport and game
And the men looked up in wonder
And the hounds run back to hide
For the fox it changed to the devil himself
Where he stood on the other side
And the men, the hounds, the horses
Went flying back to town
And hard on their heels come a little black fox
Laughing as he ran
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen
And when your need is greatest
Just call upon my name
And I will come, and you shall have
The best of sport and game
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen
Как раз именно, что не было зверья, и охота ездила впустую, как кто-то возьми и скажи, что "эх, да хоть бы сам чёрт попался нам - затравили бы его!", и, откуда ни возьмись, лисица прямо под ногами коней стрелой промелькнула, и охота за ней, через лес, лиса через луг- и охота через луг, лиса в овраг, и охота - спускаться.
К речке - зверь в воду и на тот берег.
И здесь первый зачем-то перед тем, как в воду коня направить - перекрестился. Тут зверь на том берегу в полный рост встал и давай смеяться. Охота в ужасе назад и врассыпную.
А, оказывается, это байка известная.
Впрочем, никто не крестился, лис в песне чёрный, да и совсем даже Он, и наверняка, не какой-то там лис, а Он Самый;)
Потому и смехом дело не ограничилось;)
Click to viewAs we were out a-hunting,
One morning in the spring
Both hounds and horses running well
Made the hills and the valleys ring
But to our great misfortune
No fox there could be found
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still
No fox moved over the ground
And up spoke our master huntsman
The master of the chase
If only the devil himself come by
We'd run him such a race
And up there sprung like lightning
A fox from out of his hole
His fur was the colour of a starless night
And his eyes like burning coals
And they chased him over the valley
And they chased him over the fields
They chased him down to the river bank
But never would he yield
And he's jumped into the water
And he's swum to the other side
And he's laughed so loud that the greenwoods shook
Then he's turned to the huntsmen and cried
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen
And when your need is greatest
Just call upon my name
And I will come, and you shall have
The best of sport and game
And the men looked up in wonder
And the hounds run back to hide
For the fox it changed to the devil himself
Where he stood on the other side
And the men, the hounds, the horses
Went flying back to town
And hard on their heels come a little black fox
Laughing as he ran
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen
And when your need is greatest
Just call upon my name
And I will come, and you shall have
The best of sport and game
Ride on my gallant huntsman
When must I come again
For you should never want for a fox
To chase all over the glen