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The princess arises and in time, she eats. In an instant she becomes sleepy. An unseen force raises her in the air and carefully
lowers her on her bed.
The door opens.
What terror! A long row of Moors advances in pairs, carefully
carrying a gray beard on pillows.
Attached to it is a hunchbacked dwarf whose shaven
head is covered with a tall hat.
He approaches. The princess jumps from the bed, grabs the
dwarf by the hat, and screams.
The little man squirms and attempts to run away but,
entangled in his beard, he falls.
The Moors shout, push, run, grab the sorcerer in
their arms, and carry him out, leaving the hat with Ludmila.
But what of the knights? They fight fiercely, their hearts hardened with anger. Their swords are already broken, and their
chain mail is covered with blood.
Finally Ruslan tears his enemy from the saddle and
throws him into the Dnieper’s waters.
Rogdai, that seeker of bloody battles, finds his
end at the bottom of the river.
The
third song
Chernomor
yawns irritably on his bed. Silent slaves throng around his lengthy beard,
combing it. Out
of the blue, a winged dragon flies in the window and turns
into Naina. “A secret fate unites us with a common enemy,”
she says. “A cloud
hangs over you, and insulted honor calls me to vengeance.”
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Ruslan
carrying the sleeping Ludmila.
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The
dwarf replies, “Wonderful Naina! As long as a hostile sword does not cut this
blessed beard in two, no valiant knight will ruin my plans. Ludmila will be mine forever. Ruslan is doomed to the grave!” In agreement, Naina hisses three times, stamps
her foot, and flies away as a black dragon.
The sorcerer rejoices and decides to visit the princess
again. But she has
disappeared without a trace!
Where has the beauty gone? An idea came to her to try on Chernomor’s hat. She put it on straight, tilted, and backward.
And what? O, miracle of olden days! Ludmila disappeared. When she turned it around, Ludmila stood as
she had before. The
princess, blushing from happiness, put the old wizard’s
hat on backward.
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