Синяя птица / The blue Bird. Уровень 1

Quick, quick! My cage! My bird!

Grandfather (handing him the cage). Here they are!

Tyltyl. Good-bye! Good-bye!

The Brothers and Sisters Tyl. Good-bye, Tyltyl! Good-bye, Mytyl! Good-bye! Come again! Come again!

They all wave their handkerchiefs while Tyltyl and Mytyl slowly move away. But everything is already in the mist.

Tyltyl. It’s this way, Mytyl.

Mytyl. Where is Light?

Tyltyl. I don’t know. (Looking at the bird in the cage). But the bird is not blue! It’s black!

Mytyl. Give me your hand, little brother.

I feel so frightened and so cold.

4.В The Palace of Night

A large and wonderful hall. Austere, rigid, metallic and sepulchral magnificence. Impression of a Greek temple with columns, flagstones and ornaments of black marble, gold and ebony. The hall is trapezium-shaped. Basalt steps divide it into three successive stages. On the right and left, between the columns, are doors of somber bronze. At the back, a monumental door of brass.

Night is a very old woman in long, black garments.

She is between two children. One, almost naked, is smiling in a deep sleep, while the other is standing up. He is motionless and veiled from head to foot. The Cat enters.

Night. Who goes there?

The Cat. It is I, Mother Night. I am very tired.

Night. What’s the matter, child? You look pale and thin. Were you fighting on the tiles, in the snow and rain?

The Cat. No! It’s the beginning of the end! I escaped for a moment to warn you; but I greatly fear that we can do nothing.

Night. Why? What happened?

The Cat. I told you of little Tyltyl, the woodcutter’s son, and of the magic diamond. Well, he is coming here to demand the Blue Bird of you.

Night. He hasn’t got it yet.

The Cat. He will have it soon, unless we perform some miracle. Light is guiding him and betraying us all. Light knows that the real Blue Bird can live in the light of day, and is here, among the blue birds of the dreams that live on the rays of the moon and die as soon as they see the sun.

She can’t cross the threshold of your palace, but she is sending the children. I do not know what to do. If, unfortunately, they get the real Blue Bird, we will disappear.

Night. Oh dear, oh dear! What times we live in! No peace at all. I cannot understand Man, these last few years. What does he want? Must he absolutely know everything? He knows a third of my Mysteries, all my Terrors are afraid and dare not leave the house.