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Белый город. Территория тьмы

Дмитрий Вартанов

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Inferno

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Данте Алигьери

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Историческая литература

Год написания книги

2019

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“O thou that art conducted through this Hell,”

He said to me, “recall me, if thou canst;

Thyself wast made before I was unmade.”

And I to him: “The anguish which thou hast

Perhaps doth draw thee out of my remembrance,

So that it seems not I have ever seen thee.

But tell me who thou art, that in so doleful

A place art put, and in such punishment,

If some are greater, none is so displeasing.”

And he to me: “Thy city, which is full

Of envy so that now the sack runs over,

Held me within it in the life serene.

You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco;

For the pernicious sin of gluttony

I, as thou seest, am battered by this rain.

And I, sad soul, am not the only one,

For all these suffer the like penalty

For the like sin;” and word no more spake he.

I answered him: “Ciacco, thy wretchedness

Weighs on me so that it to weep invites me;

But tell me, if thou knowest, to what shall come

The citizens of the divided city;

If any there be just; and the occasion

Tell me why so much discord has assailed it.”

And he to me: “They, after long contention,

Will come to bloodshed; and the rustic party

Will drive the other out with much offence.

Then afterwards behoves it this one fall

Within three suns, and rise again the other

By force of him who now is on the coast.

High will it hold its forehead a long while,

Keeping the other under heavy burdens,

Howe’er it weeps thereat and is indignant.

The just are two, and are not understood there;

Envy and Arrogance and Avarice

Are the three sparks that have all hearts enkindled.”

Here ended he his tearful utterance;

And I to him: “I wish thee still to teach me,

And make a gift to me of further speech.

Farinata and Tegghiaio, once so worthy,

Jacopo Rusticucci, Arrigo, and Mosca,

And others who on good deeds set their thoughts,

Say where they are, and cause that I may know them;

For great desire constraineth me to learn

If Heaven doth sweeten them, or Hell envenom.”

And he: “They are among the blacker souls;

A different sin downweighs them to the bottom;

If thou so far descendest, thou canst see them.

But when thou art again in the sweet world,

I pray thee to the mind of others bring me;