[Радиоспектакль СССР] Песнь о соколе (Antalya)

Максим Горький "Песня о соколе" Читает Абрам Петросян 1966 год Мелодия Апрельский завод грампластинок (Д 00018875-6) СССР SONG OF THE FALCON Translated into English by Margaret Wettlin The boundless sea, lapping lazily where the shore-line ran, slumbering motionless in the distance, was steeped in blue moonlight. Soft and silvery, it merged at the horizon with the blue of the southern sky and slept soundly, mirroring the transparent fabric of fleecy clouds that also hung motionless, veiling, but not concealing, the golden tracery of the stars. The sky seemed to be bending down to the sea, trying to catch what the restless waves were whispering as they washed languidly over the shore. The mountains, covered with wind-twisted trees, hurled their jagged peaks into the blue waste above, where their harsh contours were softened by the warm and caressing darkness of the southern night. The mountains were gravely contemplative. Their dark shadows lay like confining garments upon the surging green waves, as if they wished to stay the tide, to silence the ceaseless plashing of the water, the sighing of the foam - all sounds violating the mysterious silence which flooded the scene, as did the silvery blue radiance of a moon not yet emerged from behind mountain peaks. "Al-lah ak-bar!" came softly from the lips of Nadir Ragim-ogly, an aged Crimean herdsman - tall, white-haired, tanned by the southern sun - a lean and wise old man. He and I were lying in the sand beside a huge rock...