Король и Шут — Тайна хозяйки старинных часов

A village lay hidden among dreadful woods, There by pure chance arrived A buyer of antique clocks, Searching for them everywhere for a museum. He couldn't help but marvel At the mistress of the old mansion, A maiden fair to behold — What was she doing in this wilderness?!

Antique clocks hung above the fireplace, And their hands had frozen more than a hundred years ago. The maiden never took her very strange gaze off them, They've stood still for so long.

But no, the mistress could not be bought — She refused to sell the clocks. And for the night she let the guest stay, Offering the man her own bed. But as soon as she fell asleep, Quietly closing the door behind her, Into the drawing room slipped The figure of the guest in the night's darkness.

Antique clocks hung above the fireplace, And their hands had frozen more than a hundred years ago. And the guest couldn't tear his curious gaze away from them, They've stood still for so long.

Not right away did he find the fault in them, Only when the bell in the old clock began to chime — He went back to the mistress's bedroom: Saying he'd woken the ancient thing from its sleep! In reply she let out a rasp, Wild terror was in her eyes. The clocks rang — she grew old, Until she turned to dust.

Antique clocks hung above the fireplace, And their hands had frozen more than a hundred years ago. The maiden never took her very strange gaze off them, They've stood still for so long.