Demons by Alexander Pushking

Clouds rush, swirl clouds;
The invisible dull moon
Illuminates the flying snow;
The sky is cloudy, the night is gloom.

I ride, ride in an open wide field;
The bell ding-ding-ding fast .
It’s scary, scary unwittingly
Amidst unknown sad plains!

“Hey, go, coachman!.." - "I can't stand it:
The horses, sir, are having a time hard;
The snowstorm is fury blinding me;
All the roads are covered;with white pouder.

Kill me, but I can not  see a trace-trace.
We’ve lost our way. What should we do!
The demon’s leading through the field us
And circling around in leapfrog.

Look: here  there he is playing,
Blowing, spitting on face mine;
There — now he is pushing stoutly
A wild horse into a dark ravine./*

There, an unprecedented mile away sharp 
He stood before me as  Black Mass.h
There he flashed like a small spark
And disappeared into the empty darkness."

We have no strength to circle down below;
The small bell suddenly fell silent off.
The horses stopped... "What's there in the snow?”
"Who knows? A stump or a wolf?"

The horses rushed again rather
The bell ding-ding-ding...again 
I see: the spirits have gathered
Amid the whitening plains their chain.

Endless, ugly, miserable 
In the cloudy game of the moon,
Different demons began to circle,
Like leaves in November at the noon.

How many of them! When're Nthey being driven?
Why are they singing so plaintively?
Are they burying a huge brownie,
Are they marrying off a witch Surely?

Clouds rush, swirl clouds;
The invisible dull moon
Illuminates the flying snow;
The sky is cloudy, the night is gloom.

Demons are rushing, swarm after swarm they
In the boundless strange heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls,
Breaking they my heart a rest…