Alexander Pushkin: The Snowslide (1829).
The Snowslide (1829) (1) Swift wave-crests surging in the gloom Pummel the cliff face, foam and boom, As high above me eagles scream And pine trees swish, And frigid mountain summits gleam Through drifting mist. From there a snowslide once broke free And with a dreadful crash careened, Cascaded, clogged the gorge between Two rock-faced walls, And River Terek's mighty stream Leapt to a halt. Abruptly chastened and demure, O Terek, you choked off your roar, But chasing breakers' stubborn ire Burst through the snows ... You rushed your banks in fierce despair And overflowed. Long afterward, the snow lay deep, Unmelting in a massive heap; The Terek, frenzied, ran beneath, And made assault With foam and spray upon the steep And icy vault. Across it led an ample track: Horses would canter, oxen lag, Steppe merchants with their laden packs And camels wend Where none but Aeolus now walks, Lord of the wind.
Translated by Alyssa Dinega Gillespie