Translation:Baltic to Tatras, sonnets / IV. Oliva

Why famous (for the peace in history) Oliva You which have been a symbol of peace since Noah's days. Why you are so merciless just to us That you're greeting us with a terrible pain of anxiety? Though the horses are calm, but the German coachman In a cold sweats among the painful contractions: And though the carriage quietly rolling along the road...  To hear the crash like a hundred thunders – his stomach grumbles so much. Already the deathly pallor tainted his smooth face By God, where we rescue, where will we find a defense? Maybe like the Almanzor will infect us with cholera This woman trembles for the child, this man trembles for the mother, that man trembles for the wife. . . . Suddenly whoa! – The horses stopped. . . .     .                                 The German will get off the dick(e)y – What's next? Eternal muse drop the curtain on this!