If life deceives you.
-Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be discouraged!
Be calm when you are upset;
Believe it, a happy day will come.
My heart yearns for the future;
Although very depressed now:
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass;
And the past will also become amiable.
However, there are several disadvantages.
Also,
Fountains in Bakhsala
Many people, like me, come to see this.
Fountains, but some people are dead,
Others wander in the distance. -Sandy land
Gilead sat there with black eyes.
His amber cigarette holder smokes fiercely;
The humble courtiers were silent.
Surrounded by this majestic Khan,
There was silence in the courtroom,
All people respect it.
From Khan's gloomy face
Seeing symbols of worry, trouble and anger,
But the proud emperor was impatient;
With the wave, that a group of courtiers said
He bowed and left the golden palace.
He sat alone in the hall,
This makes breathing easier,
His forehead is getting worse.
Express your inner excitement clearly,
It's like a mirror in the bay.
Reflecting violent clouds.
What inspired that arrogant heart?
What's on his mind?
Is it going to war with Russia again?
Or do you want to pass the law on to Poland?
Is there a sea of blood burning in your heart?
Or did you find a conspiracy in the army?
Is he afraid of heroes in the mountains?
Or Genoa's scheming?
No, it's glory on the battlefield.
He is tired of it; That majestic arm
Tired, too. His idea
It has nothing to do with the war.
Is this another kind of rebellion?
Sneak into the harem from the bottom of sin,
Don't the concubines in the claustrophobic palace
Who gave his heart to the cult?
No, it's Gilead's cowardly wife and concubine.
I don't even have the courage to think so;
They are under strict and ruthless supervision,
Like a flower, blooming in melancholy silence;
In their boring days,
Never knew what cheating was.
Their beauty is safely
In the shadow of prison,
It's like an Arabian flower.
Parasitic in a glass greenhouse.
They kill time day after day—
Ah, the melancholy years are endless,
Look at your youth and love.
Before you know it, you drift with the flow.
For them, every day is so monotonous,
Every quarter of an hour, so slow,
In the harem, life is extremely lazy,
It rarely flashes the color of laughter.
Young concubines are listless,
I thought of some ways to get rid of my heart,
Instead of changing into gorgeous clothes,
Just playing some games and chatting.
Or walk together.
By the noisy fountain,
Hanging high on the clear water,
Strolling among the dense maple trees.
Fierce eunuchs followed,
If you want to avoid him, you must not;
His eyes and ears of supervision
Keep an eye on them.
With his unremitting efforts.
Establish an eternal order.
Khan's will is his only criterion,
Even the sacred teachings of the Koran.
He won't stick to it like this.
He never wanted to attract attention,
Like a puppet, he suffered.
People's ridicule, accusations, hatred,
And insulting jokes.
Let you look down on the complaint and sigh,
Timid expressions, angry complaints,
He is familiar with women's personalities.
Whether you intend it or not,
He knows all the cunning;
Gentle eyes, tearful and wordless condemnation,
Has long been unable to arouse his sympathy,
Because he doesn't believe in it anymore.
In summer, young ladies-in-waiting hang freely.
Soft curly hair, bathed in spring,
They let the light waves of the spring water
Slide down the beautiful and charming body,
And he, the jailer, never leaves.
Watch them laugh; Go to this group.
Naked beauty, not tempted.
At night, he often takes advantage of the dark,
Walking around the palace on tiptoe;
He stepped on the carpet quietly.
Push open the light door and sneak into the bedroom.
Then walk across the bed,
He wants to see these sleeping concubines.
What a beautiful dream,
There is nothing to eavesdrop on.
Any breath or sigh, even the lightest.
Trembling, he is deeply concerned;
As long as someone calls an outsider in a dream.
A name, or a close girlfriend.
A little confession,
Then she is in trouble!
But why is Gilead's heart troubled?
The pipe in his hand is black;
The eunuch is waiting for the order at the door.
Don't move, even dare not vent,
The thoughtful Khan stood up from his seat,
The door was wide open, and he silently
For those who were optimistic not long ago,
Those concubines walked into the forbidden palace.
They sat on the smooth felt.
Surrounded by fountains,
Laughing and teasing each other,
When Khan is careless.
They are full of childish happiness.
Looking at the fish in the clear water,
Swimming at the bottom of the marble pool.
Someone deliberately put gold earrings.
Fall into the water and keep company with fish;
At this time, the cool and fragrant juice,
It was handed down by slave girls in turn,
Suddenly, the whole room
There is a crisp and beautiful song.
But you have to recite it, but this is not bad. It is very important to read slowly and rhythmically. Add a few tricks, I believe it should be good.