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Автор: Dante Alighieri
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summit of the rock we came,

      Our passage from the fourth to the fifth pier.

      His cherish'd burden there gently he plac'd

      Upon the rugged rock and steep, a path

      Not easy for the clamb'ring goat to mount.

      Thence to my view another vale appear'd

      CANTO XX

      AND now the verse proceeds to torments new,

      Fit argument of this the twentieth strain

      Of the first song, whose awful theme records

      The spirits whelm'd in woe. Earnest I look'd

      Into the depth, that open'd to my view,

      Moisten'd with tears of anguish, and beheld

      A tribe, that came along the hollow vale,

      In silence weeping: such their step as walk

      Quires chanting solemn litanies on earth.

      As on them more direct mine eye descends,

      Each wondrously seem'd to be revers'd

      At the neck-bone, so that the countenance

      Was from the reins averted: and because

      None might before him look, they were compell'd

      To' advance with backward gait. Thus one perhaps

      Hath been by force of palsy clean transpos'd,

      But I ne'er saw it nor believe it so.

      Now, reader! think within thyself, so God

      Fruit of thy reading give thee! how I long

      Could keep my visage dry, when I beheld

      Near me our form distorted in such guise,

      That on the hinder parts fall'n from the face

      The tears down-streaming roll'd. Against a rock

      I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim'd:

      "What, and art thou too witless as the rest?

      Here pity most doth show herself alive,

      When she is dead. What guilt exceedeth his,

      Who with Heaven's judgment in his passion strives?

      Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man,

      Before whose eyes earth gap'd in Thebes, when all

      Cried out, 'Amphiaraus, whither rushest?

      'Why leavest thou the war?' He not the less

      Fell ruining far as to Minos down,

      Whose grapple none eludes. Lo! how he makes

      The breast his shoulders, and who once too far

      Before him wish'd to see, now backward looks,

      And treads reverse his path. Tiresias note,

      Who semblance chang'd, when woman he became

      Of male, through every limb transform'd, and then

      Once more behov'd him with his rod to strike

      The two entwining serpents, ere the plumes,

      That mark'd the better sex, might shoot again.

      "Aruns, with more his belly facing, comes.

      On Luni's mountains 'midst the marbles white,

      Where delves Carrara's hind, who wons beneath,

      A cavern was his dwelling, whence the stars

      And main-sea wide in boundless view he held.

      "The next, whose loosen'd tresses overspread

      Her bosom, which thou seest not (for each hair

      On that side grows) was Manto, she who search'd

      Through many regions, and at length her seat

      Fix'd in my native land, whence a short space

      My words detain thy audience. When her sire

      From life departed, and in servitude

      The city dedicate to Bacchus mourn'd,

      Long time she went a wand'rer through the world.

      Aloft in Italy's delightful land

      A lake there lies, at foot of that proud Alp,

      That o'er the Tyrol locks Germania in,

      Its name Benacus, which a thousand rills,

      Methinks, and more, water between the vale

      Camonica and Garda and the height

      Of Apennine remote. There is a spot

      At midway of that lake, where he who bears

      Of Trento's flock the past'ral staff, with him

      Of Brescia, and the Veronese, might each

      Passing that way his benediction give.

      A garrison of goodly site and strong

      Peschiera stands, to awe with front oppos'd

      The Bergamese and Brescian, whence the shore

      More slope each way descends. There, whatsoev'er

      Benacus' bosom holds not, tumbling o'er

      Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath

      Through the green pastures. Soon as in his course

      The steam makes head, Benacus then no more

      They call the name, but Mincius, till at last

      Reaching Governo into Po he falls.

      Not far his course hath run, when a wide flat

      It finds, which overstretchmg as a marsh

      It covers, pestilent in summer oft.

      Hence journeying, the savage maiden saw

      'Midst of the fen a territory waste

      And naked of inhabitants. To shun

      All human converse, here she with her slaves

      Plying her arts remain'd, and liv'd, and left

      Her body tenantless. Thenceforth the tribes,

      Who round were scatter'd, gath'ring to that place

      Assembled; for its strength was great, enclos'd

      On all parts by the fen. On those dead bones

      They rear'd themselves a city, for her sake,

      Calling it Mantua, who first chose the spot,

      Nor ask'd another omen for the name,

      Wherein more numerous the people dwelt,

      Ere Casalodi's madness by deceit

      Was wrong'd of Pinamonte. If thou hear

      Henceforth another origin assign'd

      Of that my country, I forewarn thee now,

      That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth."

      I answer'd: "Teacher, I conclude thy words

      So certain, that all else shall be to me

      As embers lacking life. But now of these,

      Who here proceed, instruct me, if thou see

      Any that merit more especial note.

      For thereon is my mind alone intent."

      He