HELL. Данте Алигьери

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СКАЧАТЬ Welcome to what forever hurts you most!

      But you – a living man – cannot cross here.

      My only business is to shift the dead,

      85 so go another way, and fast!” he said

      I did not move. “Trespasser, go!” he roared,

      “I cannot carry you! Ghosts are my freight!

      88 This boat can’t bear a living body’s weight.”

      “Don’t bluster, Charon. You’ll convey this man,”

      my master said. “On high it has been willed

      your boat shall take him, so of course it can.” 91

      The quiet reasoning of this reply

      shut the grim captain’s mouth, although his rage

      glowed in a ring of flame around each eye 94

      glaring upon the crowded landing stage

      where his rude voice turned the bare bodies white

      and made teeth chatter. Gibbering with fright 97

      or wailing with it, those damned souls cursed God,

      mankind, themselves, cursed worst their parents’ bed,

      the genitals and womb whence they were bred. 100

      Beckoned by Charon, one by one they sped

      downward. Like hawks they swooped into his boat

      or spun down and round like drifts of leaves 103

      abandoning a tree to coat the ground.

      That demon with the eyes like flaming coals

      packed tightly in his cargo of damned souls, 106

      whacking the hindmost smartly with his oar.

      I went out with them over the dark water

      and as we left behind the nearest shore 109

      I saw it was as crowded as before.

      My kindly teacher said to me, “My son,

      no nation is without a downward path 112

      on which the dead are flocking here – each one

      who dies within the shadow of God’s wrath.

      Their weight of guilt, by force of gravity, 115

      drags them all quickly down for punishment

      at the true depth of their iniquity,

      118 a state they want, yet dread. No gleam of light

      (which they rejected) halts that downward flight.

      Charon precipitates their grim descent,

      121 so hates conveying you who go elsewhere.”

      We reached the further shore and disembarked

      onto a desolate and gloomy plain

      124 shaking with earthquakes, and I saw it split

      by a great gust of wind that carried out

      black coiling clouds with crimson lightning lit.

      127 So shocking was the sight that even yet,

      despite worse things I later saw in Hell,

      the recollection soaks my skin with sweat.

      130 Exhausted then, I fell down in a fit.

      4: Limbo of Sinless Pagans

      A thunderclap jerked me at last awake 1

      and upright, as if lifted by strong arms.

      I found myself on a tremendous height

      above so vast a slope of falling ground 4

      it vanished under clouds beneath my sight.

      I knew this pit must be the last abode

      of every sinner cast away by God. 7

      My guide, reading my thought, said, “It is so.

      Here we must now descend, so let us go.”

      His face was deathly pale. I cried aloud, 10

      “Master, I dare not! Surely you must see

      I cannot follow where you fear to tread.”

      “Not fear but pity blanches me,” he said, 13

      “pity for those beneath. We’ve far to go,

      so onward, come!” He led me straight ahead

      onto the widest ledge circling the pit 16

      where twilit air was tremulous with sighs –

      no other sounds of suffering were there.

      My sadly smiling guide asked, “Do you know 19

      who dwell within this painless part of Hell?

      This is my place, with those who did not sin,

      22 born before Jesus, therefore not baptised.

      Limbo is where all sinless pagans dwell

      outside the radiance of gospel’s grace.

      25 Lacking baptism, you see, we did no wrong,

      but cannot truly love the Trinity

      and give to it the praise that is its due.

      25 This is the only cause of our distress.”

      That noble souls are thus condemned to pain

      forever, and condemned to it in vain

      31 depressed me for a while, and so I said,

      “Now tell me, sir, please tell me, Master dear . . .”

      (for now I needed utter certainty

      34 about our faith which strikes all error dead)

      “. . . has no one any time escaped from here

      by their own virtue, or by virtue lent?”

      37 My СКАЧАТЬ