Текст песни Скандинавские сказания о Богах - 16. Тор и змея Митгард
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Победы Тора над Тримом, Грунгниром и Гейродом прославили его имя по всему свету. Великаны не осмеливались больше покидать Йотунхейм и совершать набеги на землю, но бог грома все еще не был доволен. Он не мог забыть свое путешествие в волшебное королевство Утгард и то, как он не смог поднять змею Митгард. Вспоминал он и слова вещих норн, предрекших ему гибель от этой страшнейшей из дочерей бога Локи. Слишком храбрый, чтобы бояться врага, как бы силен он ни был, Тор приходил в ярость при мысли, что он должен терпеливо ждать, пока тот первый нападет на него. Наконец он решил сам разыскать обвившееся вокруг всей земли чудовище и избавить от него мир, хотя бы это стоило ему жизни. Но змея Митгард жила глубоко на дне мирового моря, никогда не показываясь на его поверхности, и, чтобы найти ее, бог грома должен был обратиться за помощью к морскому великану Гимиру. И вот однажды утром, не взяв с собой никого и даже не сказав Асам, куда он едет, Тор отправился в путь.
Гимир жил в Нифльхейме, в огромной пещере на берегу моря. Как и великан Мимир, он не воевал с богами, но и не дружил с ними, стараясь держаться от них в стороне. Поэтому, увидев Тора, он не выказал никакой радости и угрюмо спросил, зачем тот к нему пожаловал.
- Я бы хотел отправиться вместе с тобой на рыбную ловлю, Гимир, - отвечал бог грома.
- Со мной на рыбную ловлю? - удивился великан. - Я слышал, что ты умеешь ездить над облаками и разбивать скалы своим молотом; слышал также, что ты одержал победу над многими моими собратьями Гримтурсенами, но не знал до сих пор, что ты умеешь удить рыбу и управляться с веслами. Нет, Тор, я не возьму тебя с собой: ты все равно ничего не поймаешь и только будешь мне мешать.
- Не бойся, Гимир, - возразил бог грома. - Правда, я никогда не удил, но знаю, как это делается, да и грести я тоже сумею.
- В северном море холодно, а я ужу и день и ночь напролет, ты замерзнешь и попросишься на берег, - продолжал спорить Гримтурсен.
- Я переходил вброд потоки Эливагар, вода в которых похолоднее, чем в твоем море, и то не замерз, - сказал бог грома. - Видно, Гимир, тебе все же придется взять меня с собой.
Исполин нахмурился: он не знал, как ему отвязаться от назойливого гостя.
- Ладно, - проворчал он наконец. - Поезжай, если хочешь, только у меня нет лишней рыболовной снасти.
- Я захватил ее с собой, - отвечал Тор, показывая Гимиру гигантский крюк и канат толщиной с хорошее дерево. Великан оглушительно захохотал.
- Такой крюк и такой канат выдержат целое стадо китов, промолвил он, утирая выступившие у него от смеха слезы. Кого же ты собираешься ловить?
- Это мое дело, - ответил сильнейший из Асов, которому уже надоело спорить с великаном. - Скажи лучше, есть ли у тебя приманка?
- У меня есть приманка, но для себя, - снова нахмурился Гимир. - А достать приманку для тебя не мое дело, доставай ее сам.
- Хорошо, я раздобуду ее и без твоей помощи! - сердито воскликнул бог грома и вышел из пещеры.
Возле нее, на пригорке, паслось стадо исполинских коров Гимира, среди которых был бык, спина которого подымалась над верхушками самых высоких сосен. Недолго думая, Тор схватил его за рога и, оторвав ему голову, вернулся с ней в пещеру.
- Вот и приманка для моей удочки, - сказал он.
- Как же ты смел убить моего любимого быка? - заревел было великан, но, увидев, что бог грома поглаживает рукоятку своего Мйольнира, сразу успокоился и, мрачно насупив брови, пошел снаряжать лодку.
- Я сяду на весла, Гимир, - сказал Тор, когда Гримтурсен спустил ее на воду.
The victories of Thor over Trim, Grungnir and Geirod glorified his name throughout the world. The Giants did not dare to leave Jotunheim anymore and raid the land, but the god of thunder was still not pleased. He could not forget his journey to the magical kingdom of Utgarde and the way he could not raise the snake Mitgard. He remembered the words of prophetic norns, who foretold him the death of this most terrible of daughters, the god Loki. Too brave to be afraid of the enemy, no matter how strong he was, Thor was furious at the thought that he must wait patiently for the first time to attack him. Finally, he decided to find the monster around the whole earth and rid himself of the world, even if it cost him his life. But the snake Mitgard lived deep in the bottom of the world's sea, never appearing on its surface, and to find it, the god of thunder had to turn to the sea giant GiMir for help. And one morning, without taking anyone with him and without even telling Asam where he was going, Thor set out on his journey.
Gimir lived in Niflheim, in a huge cave on the beach. Like the giant Mimir, he did not fight the gods, but he did not make friends with them, trying to stay away from them. Therefore, when he saw Thor, he showed no joy and gloomily asked why he had come to him.
"I'd like to go fishing together with you, Gimir," answered the god of thunder.
- With me to fish? - the giant was surprised. "I heard that you can drive over the clouds and smash rocks with your hammer; I also heard that you defeated many of my fellow Grimtursenen, but did not know until now that you know how to fish and manage oars. No, Thor, I'm not taking you with me: you still will not catch anything and just get in my way.
"Do not be afraid, Gimir," the god of thunder answered. "True, I've never been surprised, but I know how it's done, and I'll be able to row as well."
"It's cold in the North Sea, and I'm going to eat day and night, you'll freeze and ask to be ashore," Grimtursen continued to argue.
"I forded the streams of Elivagar, the waters are colder than in your sea, and it did not freeze," said the god of thunder. "You see, Gimir, you still have to take me with you."
The giant frowned: he did not know how to get rid of the annoying guest.
"All right," he grumbled at last. "Go if you want, only I do not have extra fishing gear."
"I took it with me," replied Thor, showing Gimira a giant hook and a rope thick with a good tree. The Giant laughed deafeningly.
"Such a hook and such a cable will withstand a whole herd of whales," he said, wiping away the tears that burst from his laughter. Who are you going to catch?
"This is my business," answered the strongest of the Ases, who is already tired of arguing with the giant. "Tell me, do you have any bait?"
"I have a bait, but for myself," Guimir frowned again. "It's not my business to get the bait for you, get it yourself."
"All right, I'll get her without your help!" cried the god of thunder angrily and left the cave.
Near her, on a hillock, was grazing a herd of giant cows of Gimir, among which was a bull whose back was rising above the tops of the highest pines. Without thinking twice, Thor grabbed him by the horns and, tearing off his head, returned with her to the cave.
"There's a bait for my fishing rod," he said.
"How dare you kill my beloved bull?" The giant bellowed, but when he saw that the god of thunder was stroking the handle of his Mjolnir, he immediately calmed down, and, gloomily browing his brows, went to equip the boat.
"I'll sit on the oars, Gimir," Thor said as Grimtursen dropped her into the water.
Gimir lived in Niflheim, in a huge cave on the beach. Like the giant Mimir, he did not fight the gods, but he did not make friends with them, trying to stay away from them. Therefore, when he saw Thor, he showed no joy and gloomily asked why he had come to him.
"I'd like to go fishing together with you, Gimir," answered the god of thunder.
- With me to fish? - the giant was surprised. "I heard that you can drive over the clouds and smash rocks with your hammer; I also heard that you defeated many of my fellow Grimtursenen, but did not know until now that you know how to fish and manage oars. No, Thor, I'm not taking you with me: you still will not catch anything and just get in my way.
"Do not be afraid, Gimir," the god of thunder answered. "True, I've never been surprised, but I know how it's done, and I'll be able to row as well."
"It's cold in the North Sea, and I'm going to eat day and night, you'll freeze and ask to be ashore," Grimtursen continued to argue.
"I forded the streams of Elivagar, the waters are colder than in your sea, and it did not freeze," said the god of thunder. "You see, Gimir, you still have to take me with you."
The giant frowned: he did not know how to get rid of the annoying guest.
"All right," he grumbled at last. "Go if you want, only I do not have extra fishing gear."
"I took it with me," replied Thor, showing Gimira a giant hook and a rope thick with a good tree. The Giant laughed deafeningly.
"Such a hook and such a cable will withstand a whole herd of whales," he said, wiping away the tears that burst from his laughter. Who are you going to catch?
"This is my business," answered the strongest of the Ases, who is already tired of arguing with the giant. "Tell me, do you have any bait?"
"I have a bait, but for myself," Guimir frowned again. "It's not my business to get the bait for you, get it yourself."
"All right, I'll get her without your help!" cried the god of thunder angrily and left the cave.
Near her, on a hillock, was grazing a herd of giant cows of Gimir, among which was a bull whose back was rising above the tops of the highest pines. Without thinking twice, Thor grabbed him by the horns and, tearing off his head, returned with her to the cave.
"There's a bait for my fishing rod," he said.
"How dare you kill my beloved bull?" The giant bellowed, but when he saw that the god of thunder was stroking the handle of his Mjolnir, he immediately calmed down, and, gloomily browing his brows, went to equip the boat.
"I'll sit on the oars, Gimir," Thor said as Grimtursen dropped her into the water.