Typhon and Echidna and the entities they gave birth to. Typhon - ancient mythology

Either Kronos gave Hera two eggs anointed with his seed, she buried them under Mount Arim, and Typhon was born. From Echidna, Typhon was the father of mythical monsters (Orphus, Cerberus, Lernaean Hydra, Colchis Dragon, Nemean Lion, etc.), which on earth and underground threatened the human race until Hercules destroyed most of them (except for the Sphinx, Cerberus and Chimera) . All the empty winds came from Typhon, except Notus, Boreas and Zephyr.

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Finally, a well-aimed strike of lightning stopped the rampage of Typhon, who was cast into Tartarus, his flames gushing from the crevices of Etna. And here he still cannot completely calm down: when he moves, earthquakes occur and sultry winds blow.

Later, when the volcanic properties of the Cumae coast in Italy, the Aeolian Islands and Sicily became known to the Greeks, the giant Typhon was transferred to these areas.

In the interpretation, Typhon was the leader of the giants in Phrygia, defeated by Zeus. According to others, he was struck by lightning and sought refuge underground, forming the bed of the Orontes River. The "Sword of Typheus" is mentioned by Virgil.

Typhon was later identified with the Egyptian Set, the god of sirocco, death, devastation, solar and lunar eclipses and other misfortunes. The Egyptian constellation Typhon was called the Bear by the Greeks.

Typhon is conventionally called a mythical animal, in the form of which (or men with its head) the ancient Egyptian god Seth was depicted - he has a humpbacked thin nose, curved down and straight long ears, rectangular at the ends, a tail as hard as a stick, split at the end.

According to a certain Phrygian work, the son of Aeacus (or Alcaeus) is the grandson of Hercules.

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• The name "Typhon" was borne by one of the Russian monitors of the "Hurricane" type.

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• Myths of the peoples of the world. M., 1991-92. In 2 volumes. T.2. P.514-515, Lubker F. Real Dictionary of Classical Antiquities. M., 2001. In 3 volumes. T.3. P.447-448

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Excerpt characterizing Typhon

The word angine was repeated with great pleasure.
– Le vieux comte est touchant a ce qu"on dit. Il a pleure comme un enfant quand le medecin lui a dit que le cas etait dangereux. [The old count is very touching, they say. He cried like a child when the doctor said that dangerous case.]
- Oh, ce serait une perte terrible. C"est une femme ravissante. [Oh, that would be a great loss. Such a lovely woman.]
“Vous parlez de la pauvre comtesse,” Anna Pavlovna said, approaching. “J"ai envoye savoir de ses nouvelles. On m"a dit qu"elle allait un peu mieux. Oh, sans doute, c"est la plus charmante femme du monde," Anna Pavlovna said with a smile at her enthusiasm. – Nous appartenons a des camps differents, mais cela ne m"empeche pas de l"estimer, comme elle le merite. Elle est bien malheureuse, [You are talking about the poor countess... I sent to find out about her health. They told me she was feeling a little better. Oh, without a doubt, this is the loveliest woman in the world. We belong to different camps, but that doesn't stop me from respecting her on her merits. She is so unhappy.] – added Anna Pavlovna.
Believing that with these words Anna Pavlovna was slightly lifting the veil of secrecy over the countess’s illness, one careless young man allowed himself to express surprise that famous doctors were not called in, but that the countess was being treated by a charlatan who could give dangerous remedies.
“Vos informations peuvent etre meilleures que les miennes,” Anna Pavlovna suddenly attacked the inexperienced young man venomously. – Mais je sais de bonne source que ce medecin est un homme tres savant et tres habile. C"est le medecin intime de la Reine d"Espagne. [Your news may be more accurate than mine... but I know from good sources that this doctor is a very learned and skillful person. This is the life physician of the Queen of Spain.] - And thus destroying the young man, Anna Pavlovna turned to Bilibin, who, in another circle, picked up the skin and, apparently, about to loosen it to say un mot, spoke about the Austrians.
“Je trouve que c"est charmant! [I find it charming!],” he said about the diplomatic paper with which the Austrian banners taken by Wittgenstein were sent to Vienna, le heros de Petropol [the hero of Petropol] (as he was called in Petersburg).
- How, how is this? - Anna Pavlovna turned to him, awakening silence to hear the mot, which she already knew.
And Bilibin repeated the following original words of the diplomatic dispatch he composed:
“L"Empereur renvoie les drapeaux Autrichiens,” said Bilibin, “drapeaux amis et egares qu"il a trouve hors de la route, [The Emperor sends the Austrian banners, friendly and lost banners that he found outside the real road.],” Bilibin finished , loosening the skin.
“Charmant, charmant, [Lovely, charming,” said Prince Vasily.
“C"est la route de Varsovie peut être, [This is the Warsaw road, maybe.] - Prince Hippolyte said loudly and unexpectedly. Everyone looked back at him, not understanding what he wanted to say by this. Prince Hippolyte also looked back with cheerful surprise around him. He, like others, did not understand what the words he said meant. During his diplomatic career, he more than once noticed that the words spoken in this way suddenly turned out to be very witty, and he said these words just in case, the first ones that came to his mind. “Maybe it will work out very well,” he thought, “and if it doesn’t work out, they will be able to arrange it there.” Indeed, while an awkward silence reigned, that insufficiently patriotic face entered Anna Pavlovna, and she, smiling and shaking her finger at Ippolit, invited Prince Vasily to the table, and, presenting him with two candles and a manuscript, asked him to begin. Everything fell silent.
- Most merciful Emperor! - Prince Vasily declared sternly and looked around the audience, as if asking if anyone had anything to say against this. But no one said anything. “The Mother See of Moscow, New Jerusalem, receives its Christ,” he suddenly emphasized his words, “like a mother into the arms of her zealous sons, and through the emerging darkness, seeing the brilliant glory of your power, sings in delight: “Hosanna, blessed is he who comes.” ! – Prince Vasily said these last words in a crying voice.
Bilibin examined his nails carefully, and many, apparently, were timid, as if asking what was their fault? Anna Pavlovna repeated in a whisper forward, like an old woman praying for communion: “Let the impudent and insolent Goliath…” she whispered.
Prince Vasily continued:
– “Let the daring and insolent Goliath from the borders of France carry deadly horrors to the edges of Russia; meek faith, this sling of the Russian David, will suddenly strike down the head of his bloodthirsty pride. This image of St. Sergius, the ancient zealot for the good of our fatherland, is brought to your imperial majesty. I am sick because my weakening strength prevents me from enjoying your most kind contemplation. I send warm prayers to heaven, that the Almighty may magnify the race of the righteous and fulfill your Majesty’s good wishes.”

Gaia-Earth was angry with the Olympian Zeus for treating her defeated titan children so harshly. She married the gloomy Tartarus and gave birth to the terrible hundred-headed monster Typhon.

Huge, with a hundred dragon heads, Typhon rose from the bowels of the earth. He shook the air with a wild howl. The barking of dogs, human voices, the roar of an angry bull, the roar of a lion were heard in this howl. Turbulent flames swirled around Typhon, and the earth shook under his heavy steps. The gods shuddered with horror, but Zeus the Thunderer boldly rushed at him, and the battle broke out. Lightning flashed again in the hands of Zeus, and thunder rumbled. The earth and the firmament were shaken to the core. The earth flared up again with a bright flame, just as during the fight with the titans. The seas were boiling at the mere approach of Typhon. Hundreds of fiery lightning arrows rained down from the thunderer Zeus; it seemed as if their fire was making the very air burn and the dark thunderclouds were burning. Zeus incinerated all of Typhon's hundred heads. Typhon collapsed to the ground; such heat emanated from his body that everything around him melted. Zeus raised Typhon's body and threw it into the gloomy Tartarus, which gave birth to him. But even in Tartarus, Typhon also threatens the gods and all living things. It causes storms and eruptions; he gave birth to Echidna, a half-woman, half-snake, the terrible two-headed dog Orff, the hellish dog Cerberus, the Lernaean Hydra and the Chimera; Typhon often shakes the earth.

N. Kuhn “Legends and Myths of Ancient Greece”

According to Pindar (c. 518-442 or 438 BC), Hyginus and other ancient Greek authors, Typhon surpassed all living creatures in height and strength. It had a human torso, writhing rings of snakes below the hips instead of legs, and 100 dragon heads, with black tongues and fiery eyes. Typhon's body was covered with feathers, and he himself was bearded and hairy. Typhon had incredible strength in his arms and legs, fire spewed out of his 100 mouths and the voice of the gods, the roar of bulls, the roar of lions, the howling of dogs, or a sharp whistle echoing in the mountains was heard.

How was this monster born? In a rather strange way. It is known that the majestic wife of Zeus, the goddess Hera, the keeper of the family hearth, had a vindictive and, frankly, absurd character. Power-hungry, she did not want to yield to her formidable husband in anything and quarreled with him on any occasion. And Zeus did not miss an opportunity to tease Hera.

After the birth of the goddess of wisdom Athena (she, as you remember, was born without the help of a woman, straight from the head of Zeus in battle garb and with a war cry), Hera flew into an indescribable rage. She, having decided to do without male help (to spite her husband), struck her hand on the ground and in the thunder and roar the monstrous Typhon was born.

The practical goddess did not abandon her offspring to the mercy of fate - after all, having your own pet dragon is very convenient. Typhon was given to be raised by the wise serpent Python. Python served Hera faithfully: he guarded her ancient oracle in Delphi and he himself took care of food, devouring goats and chickens from the surrounding peasants. The venerable snake could be proud of his capable student Typhon: the little dragon quickly surpassed snake science, he grew by leaps and bounds and soon began to terrorize the entire area. What is there in the area! A hundred of its throats could growl, bark, howl and hiss at the same time. The immortal Olympian gods themselves turned pale when they heard the roar of Typhon.

Even the Lord of Olympus was afraid of the dragon, and not without reason. Typhon was proud of his enormous strength and soon began to dream of conquering the whole world. And such dreams usually do not end well.

And one day Typhon rose up, with a menacing howl, he threw his huge body into the sky, wrapped Zeus in snake rings, cut his tendons and carried him to Cilicia, to the Corycian cave, where the helpless ruler of Olympus was guarded day and night by the dragon Delphine.

It seemed that nothing could help Zeus. The shadow of Typhon hangs over the world. And here, as always, the cunning Hermes, the god of secret knowledge, patron of thieves and merchants, found a way out of the situation. Having outwitted the dim-witted Delphine, he stole the tendons of Zeus, hidden in the cave, and reinserted them into him. Jumping to his feet, Zeus rushed to Typhon. Typhon was ready to take on a new battle: he knew that in a fair fight no one could cope with him.

And then the Moira goddesses came to the aid of Zeus. They offered Typhon to try the fruits of a terribly poisonous plant called "ephemeral" - supposedly to increase his strength. Not suspecting the deception, Typhon chewed one grain and fell to the ground with a groan. Zeus overthrew Typhon into Tartarus and piled the huge rock Etna on the dragon's carcass. The world breathed a sigh of relief.

Thus, for the ill-fated dragon, his dreams of world domination ended sadly.

If you happen to visit Italy on the island of Sicily, beware of getting too close to Mount Etna. Typhon is immortal. Crushed by a rock, the dragon, in impotent anger, scrapes the ground with its claws and spits out flames. And it's better to stay away from him.

“Mythological bestiary from Alkonost to Yagil”,
Kaliningrad: “Amber Tale”, 1999

57. a) I. II 780--785 (Message of Homer)

780 The army moved, and it was as if the whole earth was on fire;

Dol groaned as if under the wrath of a god, the thunder thrower

Zeus, when he cuts the ground over Typheus with Peruns,

The mountains in Arima, in which, they say, is the bed of Typheus;

So the earth groaned deeply under the feet of the peoples,

785 Suddenly rushing: quickly they passed through the valley.

b) Schol. II. II 785 (Hera's participation in the appearance of Typhon)

They say that Gaia, indignant at the beating of the Giants, slandered Zeus before Hera. She went to Kronos and told him this. Kronos gave her two eggs, anointing them with his own seed, and ordered them to be placed in the ground. A demon was supposed to emerge from them to remove Zeus from power. Being overcome with anger, Hera placed them under Mount Arimom in Cilicia. After Typhon emerged from them, Hera reconciled with Zeus and told him everything. He killed Typhon with lightning and called the mountain Etna... Typhon is one of the Giants, the son of Earth and Tartarus, the enemy of the gods, as Hesiod says (Theog. 821).

d) Hymn. Horn. II 127-177 (Typhon from the dragon Python and another version of the origin of Typhon)

Was given to him to be nursed by the golden-tronic Hero

Terrible, ferocious Typhaon, born to destruction

Once Hera gave birth to him, being angry with Zeus

130 After the glorious Athena from his head he

He gave birth to one. Lady Hera was furious

And among the assembly of immortals she uttered this word:

“Listen, listen, all of you, O gods, and you, O goddesses,

How my husband, the cloud gatherer, disgraced me, -

135 Before, when I had just become his good wife,

Now again, having been resolved by Athena besides me,

Surpassed all other blessed gods

Olympic!

Meanwhile, Hephaestus, who was born by me, turned out to be

On the feet of the very frail and lame among all the gods...

140 I hastily grabbed it in my hands and threw it into the wide sea.

But the silver-footed daughter of Nereus, Thetis,

She accepted him there and raised him among her sisters.

It would be better if she tried to please others than she did

immortal!..

Pathetic, treacherous traitor! What else are you planning today?

145 How did you dare to give birth to the bright-eyed Athena?

Wouldn't I have been able to give birth? After all, your wife

Among the immortals I am called, possessing the wide sky!

Now, however, I will try, like a child to me, -

Without disgracing our sacred beds with you, -

150 To give birth to the world, so that it shines among all the gods.

I won't come to your bed again. Far away from you

From now on I will be among the immortal gods.”

Having said this, she departed from the gods

with an angry heart.

And hairy-eyed Hera laid her hand on the ground,

155 And, making a prayer, she uttered this word:

“Listen to me now, you Earth and wide Sky!

Listen to the Titan gods, around Tartarus in the depths of the underground

Those who lead life - you, from whom are both people and gods!

Do what I ask: in addition to your husband Kronid

160 Give me a son, so that he will not be weaker in strength than Zeus,

But he would surpass him, just as Zeus surpasses Kronos!

So she exclaimed. And she hit the ground with her magnificent hand.

The life-giving Earth shook. Seeing this

Hera rejoiced: she decided that her request had been heard.

165 And not a single time since then for a year

She did not ascend to the bed of the wise Zeus

And she did not sit, as before, on her magnificent throne,

on which

She often gave reasonable advice to her husband in disputes.

Staying in their sacred temples of many prayers,

170 Queen Hera amused herself with the sacrifices made to her.

After the flow of days and nights ended,

The year has completed its due course, and the time has come, -

A son was born to her, neither like gods nor mortals,

Terrible, ferocious Typhaon, for mortals

death and horror

175 Immediately the hair-eyed Hera gave him to the Dragon,

Adding evil to evil. And the Dragon accepted what was brought.

He caused the glorious human tribes

there are many misfortunes

e) Aesch. Prom. 351-372 (Prometheus on Typhon)

I also remember the bitter Cilician mountains

Nomad, outlandish monster, -

Typhon the hundred-headed, born

Earth. He bravely rose up against all the gods.

355 Blazing, jaws gnashed terribly.

Arrows of lightning rained down from the eyes of the Gorgons.

He threatened to waste the throne with the power of Zeus.

But sleepless thunder threw Zeus into the dust,

Fallen from the sky, engulfed in flames,

360 He humbled his arrogant boast.

He hit me in the heart and my brother fell,

Reduced to ashes, burned to a brand.

Helpless gigantic carcass

Prostrated heavily by the narrow strait,

365 Crushed by the roots of Etna. Day and night

Hephaestus forges ore on a steep hill,

But the time will come - and they will break out of the black depths

Streams of fire, greedy jaws

The ripe fields of Sicily will be devoured.

370 Molten, fiery frenzy,

All-consuming rage will vomit

Typhon, even though Zeus is charred by lightning.

f) Pind. Pyth. I 15

But everything that Zeus did not love, everywhere, both on earth and on the boundless sea, hearing the voice of Pierides, trembles, like the enemy of the gods, prostrate in black Tartarus - the hundred-headed Typhon. Once he was nourished by the famous Cilician cave, and now his hairy breasts are suppressed by the entire weight of the sea-girdling hills of Cim and Sicily. Snowy Etna lay upon him, a mass reaching to the sky, the eternal nurse of the blinding snow. From it, from its depths, sacred streams of fire that do not allow themselves erupt, and these rivers smoke in clouds of yellow smoke during the day; but in the darkness of the night, the flames writhing with red tongues noisily carry stones deep into the depths of the sea. Then the monstrous Typhon spews out the terrible streams of Hephaestus at us; then - a miracle that plunges into surprise both those who saw him and those who heard about him from eyewitnesses - how Typhon lies in strong chains between the peaks covered with blackened forest and the foot of Etna, and how he is tormented by the thorny bed to which everything is nailed his body.

g) Pind. 01. IV 5

O you, child of Kronos, who owns Etna, the stormy burden of the hundred-headed mighty Typhon!..

h) Pind., frg. 91-93

58. a) Apollod. I 6, 3 (Typhon)

When the gods defeated the Giants, Gaia became even more angry, united in marriage with Tartarus and gave birth to Typhon in Cilicia, who had a mixed nature - man and beast. This one was superior in height and strength to all those whom Gaia gave birth to. His body up to the hips had a human appearance and was of exorbitant size, so that it exceeded all the mountains, and his head often even touched the stars. His arms were such that one extended to the West, the other to the East; a hundred dragon heads towered above them. The part of the body below the hips had huge rings of snakes, the coils of which stretched to the very top and emitted a loud hissing. His whole body was covered with feathers, shaggy hair from his head and chin fluttered in the wind, fire shone in his eyes. Such was the appearance and such enormous stature of Typhon. Throwing flaming stones, he rushed against the sky with a hiss and scream, and a hurricane of fire spewed out of his mouth. When the gods saw him rushing against the sky, they fled to Egypt and, pursued by him, changed their appearance into animals. While Typhon was far away, Zeus struck him with lightning, but when he came close, he began to hit him with a diamond sickle. Then he fled, and Zeus pursued him to Mount Casius. This mountain rises above Syria. There Zeus saw that Typhon was wounded and began hand-to-hand combat with him. Typhon, wrapping his rings around him, grabbed him and, taking away the sickle, cut the muscles of his arms and legs. Then he picked him up and carried him on his shoulders across the sea to Cilicia. Then he came to the Corycian cave and laid it there. In the same way, he placed his muscles there, hiding them in a bearskin, and placed the snake Dolphin as a guard. This maiden was half-beast. Hermes, together with Aegipanos, stole these muscles and secretly applied them to Zeus. When Zeus regained his former strength, he suddenly flew from the sky, sitting on a chariot drawn by winged horses, and began to strike Typhon with lightning. Finally, he drove him to a mountain named Nisa. There, when Typhon was overtaken, the Moirai deceived him. Namely, he, believing them that he would become even stronger, ate the one-day fruits. Pursued, he again came to Thrace and during the battle near Tem, he threw entire mountains. But when, under the lightning strikes, they fell back on him, he shed a lot of his blood on the mountain. And, as they say, from this the mountain received the name Gemona. When he rushed to flee across the Sicilian Sea, Zeus dumped Mount Etna on him in Sicily. This mountain is unusually high, and to this day, as they say, eruptions of fire occur from the lightning thrown then.

b) Ov. Met. V 318-331 (Song of the Muse about Typhon)

The virgin who called us starts first without drawing lots.

Sings the war of the immortals; does not give justice to the Giants

320 Honor, but the actions of the great gods belittles:

As if, when Typheus emerged from the underworld,

He struck fear into the celestials, and they, running away,

The rear was turned until Egypt received the weary

To the rich lands and the Nile, divided into seven branches.

325 It’s as if earth-born Typheus showed up there later,

And what did the immortals have to do under the deceitful

views to hide.

“Jupiter himself became the leader of the herd,” he says:

Libyan

We still depict Ammon with cool horns!

Phoebus became a raven, Semele's offspring became a goat,

330 The cat is the Delhi sister, Saturnia is the white cow,

Venus became a fish, Killenius became an ibis bird.”

Wed. Ov. Fast. I 573 ff.

c) Hyg. Astr. II 28 (Constellation Capricorn)

This image is similar to Aegipanus [Pan, in whom goat-likeness is especially emphasized]. Jupiter, having been brought up with him, wanted him to be among the stars like that nursing goat about which we spoke earlier. It is also said that when Jupiter attacked the Titans, this Aegipanus was the first to strike fear into the enemies, and this fear came to be called “panic” (panicos), as Eratosthenes states. For the same reason, his lower part is shaped like a fish, and also because instead of throwing stones, he threw tamarisk at his enemies. Egyptian priests and some poets say that when most of the gods fled to Egypt and Typhon, the cruelest Giant and greatest enemy of the gods, suddenly arrived there, the latter, out of fear, turned into different forms: Mercury - into an ibis, Apollo - into a bird called Thracian, Diana became like a cat. For this reason, the Egyptians argue that these rocks should not be desecrated, since they are images of the gods. At the same time, they say, Pan threw himself into the river and made the back part of his body like a fish, and the rest like a deer, and thus escaped from Typhon. Surprised by this invention, Jupiter placed his image among the stars.

Wed. Ag. Phaen. et Schol. Germ. 284 pp., also Ps. - Erat. Catast. 27.

d) Hyg. Astr. II 30 (The fish that saved Aphrodite and turned into a star)

Diognetus of Eritrea reports that once upon a time Venus and her son Cupid arrived in Syria to the Euphrates River. In this place, Typhon suddenly appeared, which we talked about above. Venus threw herself and her son into the river and there took the form of a fish. Afterwards, when the danger had passed, the Syrians who were near these places subsequently stopped eating fish, being afraid to catch it, so that it would not seem that they were attacking the guards of the gods in a similar way or catching them themselves. Eratosthenes (Catast. 21) says that from this fish came those fish that we will talk about later.

Wed. Ps. - Erat. 13 (about the constellation Pisces); Ar. Phaen. Schol. Germ. 240; Ov. Fast. II 459; Hyg. Fab. 197.

e)Verg. Aen. VIII 298 words. (Participation of Hercules in Typhony)

The image of you is neither one nor the one standing up with a weapon

Typheus is not afraid...

f) Anton. Lib. 28 (Antonin Liberal Version)

(1) A demon of extraordinary strength and monstrous appearance was the son of Gaia, Typhon, with many arms, heads and wings. Huge snake tails started at his hips. He could imitate different voices. And no one could withstand his strength. (2) He wanted to have the power of Zeus. And none of the gods could withstand his attack, but in horror they all fled to Egypt. Typhon was hot on their heels, but they escaped thanks to cunning - turning into animals. (3) Namely, Apollo became a hawk, Hermes an ibis, Ares a lepidotos, Artemis a cat; Dionysus took the form of a goat, Hercules - a doe, Hephaestus - a bull, Leto - a shrew. And everyone changed their appearance. When Zeus threw lightning at Typhon, Typhon, engulfed in flames, fell into the sea and set it on fire. (4) Zeus did not calm down, but threw the huge Mount Etna over Typhon and placed Hephaestus as guard at its top. He placed an anvil on Typhon's neck and forged red-hot pieces of metal on it.

g) Hyg. Fab. 152 (Version of Hyginus the Mythographer)

Tartarus produced from the Earth a Typhon of enormous size and monstrous appearance, who had a hundred dragon heads growing from his shoulders. He challenged Jupiter to argue whether he wanted to fight him for the kingdom. Jupiter pierced his chest with a flaming feather. Since it was burning, Jupiter placed Mount Etna, located in Sicily, on it. According to legend, Typhon has been burning ever since.

h) Hes. Theog. 306-332 (Offspring of Typhon)

As they say, with that quick-eyed maiden

[Echidna] combined

In a hot embrace, the proud and terrible Typhon

lawless.

And she conceived from him, and gave birth to strong-hearted children.

For Geryon, she first gave birth to Orph the dog;

310 Following her - the ineffable Cerberus,

scary looking

Copperhead hellhound, bloodthirsty beast,

Brazenly shameless, evil, with fifty heads.

She then gave birth to the third, the evil Lernaean Hydra.

This one was nursed by the blond goddess Hera herself,

315 Burning with indomitable anger towards the power of Hercules.

However, with the deadly copper, that Hydra was defeated by the son of Kronidas,

Amphitryon's branch Hercules, with mighty Iolaus,

Guided by the council of the wise miner Athena.

She also resolved herself spitting out flames,

320 Powerful, large, fleet-footed Chimera with three heads:

The first - a fiery-eyed lion, terrible in appearance,

Goat - another, and the third - a mighty serpent-dragon.

There is a lion in front, a dragon behind, and a goat in the middle;

Bright, burning flames spewed out from all its mouths.

325 The noble Bellerophon and Pegasus killed her.

She gave birth to the terrible Sphinx to the destruction of the Cadmeans,

Also the Nemean Lion, united in love with Orff.

This lion, the Hero nursed by the wife of the glorious Zeus,

The goddess settled the people on the mountain in the Nemean fields.

330 There he dwelt and a tribe of people devoured earth-born,

Reigning over the entire region of Apesanta, Nemea and Treta.

But the powerful force of Hercules tamed him.

i) Hyg. Fab. 151 (same)

From the giant Typhon and Echidna: Gorgon; three-headed dog Kerber; the dragon who guarded the apples of the Hesperides beyond the Ocean; the dragon who guarded the fleece of the ram among the Colchians; Scylla, who had the upper part of a woman, the lower part of a dog, and had six dogs as children; Sphinx, formerly in Boeotia; The Chimera in Mysia, which had the front figure of a lion and the back figure of a dragon, “the Chimera itself in the middle” [words from Lucr. V 905]. From Medusa, daughter of the Gorgon and Neptune, Chrysaor and the horse Pegasus; from Chrysaor and Callirhoe - three-body Geryon.

j) Hes. Theog. 869-880 (Stormy Winds - also a creation of Typhon)

The moisture-carrying Winds came from that Typhoeus,

Everyone except Not, Boreas and the white wind Zephyr:

These are from the race of gods and are of great benefit to mortals;

The other winds are all empty and blowing uselessly.

From above they fall onto the hazy and foggy sea,

Spinning in evil whirlwinds, to the great destruction of people;

They blow this way and that way, the ships are driven in all directions

And the sailors are being killed. And there is no protection from misfortune

To people who are overtaken by those terrible winds at sea.

More of them blow on the flowering land of the boundless

And they destroy the lovely fields of earth-born people,

Filling them abundantly with dust and grave confusion.

"Typhonia" Nonna

59. a) Nonn. I 154-321, 362-534 [The theft of Zeus' weapon by Typhon]

[Typhon's theft of Zeus' weapon]

Here, on the advice of the Earth, her son Typhoeus, a Cilician,

155 Stretching out his hands, he steals the weapon of Zeus -

A flame carrying light, and, opening the rows of noisy

A gulp, screams from all the coordinated mouths of beasts;

Tangles of fused kites emerged from the leopard's muzzle,

The Giant's menacing lion's mane was licked with its tails

160 Weaving into a spiral, they bordered it, as if with a bandage,

Typhoeus' bull horns and long-tongued snout

The boar was injected with its throwing poison, mixed with foam.

[Typhon's fight with Heaven and constellations]

Kronid's arrows were stacked in the hiding place of a rocky cave,

He stretched the prey to the Ether on giant hands;

165 With a deft hand he immediately tied Kinosurida

To the very foot of Olympus; the other, grabbing the mane,

He moved the inclined axis of the Parrhasian Dipper;

Grasping it with his new hand, he pushed Boot out of the way;

He immediately removed Phosphorus; in vain with the circular meta

170 He took and dragged, torturing, the airy responses of the morning;

By the way, he pulled Dawn along with him and, hooking Taurus,

He even stopped the Mountains of horses that had not completed their time.

Soon under the shadow of snake hair in the heads of Typhoeus

Sunlight was mixed with darkness,

and, with daytime Helios

175 Having met in the sky, Selene of the night shone together.

The Giant did not end there; he walked back,

Between Boreas and Notus, leaving the pole for the pole,

With his long palm he grabbed the Charioteer in the sky,

He began to scourge the hail-bringing Capricorn on the back;

180 Having removed two twin fishes from the Ether, he

threw them into the sea

Aries, the main constellation of Olympus, was also driven from its place,

Near the spring orbit, burning with fire at heights,

Giving an equal share to the day and the same darkness.

Stretching his creeping legs upward, Tifoei rose

185 To the clouds; stretching out an immense mass of palms

In the cloudless sky, he killed its shine and radiance,

A curling horde of snakes approaching, one of which,

Straightening up, she ran along the edge of the spinning axis,

Then she jumped onto the spine of the Heavenly Dragon

190 And hissed to death; Tifoya before the daughter of Kepheus,

Curling their starry hands in the same circle,

Beyond the existing bonds, Andromeda tightened other

The bonds, mowed under their clothes; right there with the tip of the horn,

Similar in appearance to Taurus, the horned Dragon turned

195 And he gored, spinning in a spiral before his bull’s forehead,

The upright Hyades, which are like the horned Selene;

He opened his mouth, and his dragons, woven together,

The belts, full of poison, were woven around Boota like a bandage.

The snake is bolder than others, having seen the Olympic Serpent,

200 Suddenly rushed at him, jumping over the Serpent Holder’s elbow

And weaving his new crown to Ariadne's crown,

He bent his neck into an arc, twisting his womb with tension.

Zephyr's belt shifting and the wings of the reverse Eurus,

The many-armed Tifoei circled both metas

205 On the broadest path. He hooked both Phosphorus and Hesperus,

And Atlantic Hill; abundant furrows of the sea

Often grabbing with his hands, he pulled him out of the abyss onto land.

He is the chariot of Poseidon himself and the horse from the stall

Taking from the underwater nursery, with still sea hair,

210 He threw up to the celestial arc, where the pole changes its movement,

Like a projectile to Olympus; He brought Helios's chariot

He also struck, and under the collar her horses neighed.

Several times he struck the detached with his boastful hand

To them from Selene's yoke of bulls that staggered and lowed,

215 And stopped the progress of these similar animals

Or he directed all the harnessed oxen in reverse,

Their white clamps - this sign of the deity - tearing

And spilling the destructive whistle of a poisonous echidna.

But Titanide Luna did not yield to her attacker:

220 Resisted the Giant with the same exact horns,

The bull's horns were pointed with luminous curves;

Selena's bulls, full of shine, mooed protractedly

From amazement at the sight of Typhoeus's gaping lips.

The undaunted Mountains gathered troops of the constellations,

225 And at the call of the supreme circle they shone in rows

There are spirals of stars in the sky; the air force roared,

In the light of signal lights, announcing the Ether from everywhere,

Those are from Boreas, and those are from the Libyan evening ridges,

These are from Eurus arcs, those are from Nota vale; with a consonant

230 Moving with a roar, a chorus of motionless and unshakable

The stars, on the contrary, overtook the wandering ones; echoed

Through the heavens in the void, piercing to the middle, straight

Firmament axis; looking at the beast, Orion, like a hunter,

He drew his sword from its scabbard, and when he had armed himself with it,

235 The light ribs of the Tanagra blade sparkled in the sky.

Sending out radiance from its fire-breathing mouth,

The Dog who thirsted for the starry throat was terribly worried,

He galloped with a fiery bark, but his growl was not familiar

I met hares, and steam from the teeth of Typhoean monsters.

240 The celestial pole hummed: changing in turns, it sounded

Echo, and a roar was heard in the heavens, the seventh of equals

The rhythms of the sip of the Pleiades with seven circular belts,

And, uniformly reflecting that sound, the planets hummed.

Looking at the terrible appearance of the snake-like Giant,

245 The bright heavens Ophiuchus-holder from the hands that avert troubles,

Threw away the bright backs of fire-fed dragons,

He released a mottled arrow, and, enveloping the light,

The whirlwinds howled around, the serpent's arrows were crooked

They darted into the air, like the enraged echidnas themselves.

250 Here is the brave Sagittarius, who is associated with Capricorn on the way

Fishy, ​​shoots an arrow; placed in the middle

Circle of two chariots Dragon, separator of the Ursa,

A series of luminous stripes on the etheric ridge sway.

Near Erigon Boot, guiding the path of the Chariot

255 Together with himself, with a flashing hand, he shakes his staff.

Next to Hercules bending his knee and Cycnus nearby

Star Lyra prophesies the coming victory of Zeus.

[Typhon's fight against the earthly elements]

Then Tithoeus grabbed and shook the Corycian mountain

And, trampling the populated stream of the Cilician river,

260 Tare, at the same time as Kidn, hid it in one of his palms;

Shooting arrows from stone into the salty furrows of the sea,

He moved to the cliffs, scourging them after the Ether.

The Giant walks, his feet immersed in the sea wave,

His naked loins remain dry under water,

265 And, surrounding his thigh, a wide moisture murmurs;

His serpents swim and from their mouths, saturated with the sea,

They hiss to death and, struggling with the abyss, spit poison at it.

If Typhoeus stands among the abundant sea of ​​fish,

Only his feet are covered with abundant flows

270 Deep, and the Giant's belly is lost in the air until

The clouds darken them. When from the head of Typhoeus is terrible

You can hear the roar of lions with highly bristly manes,

All the sea lions are in a hurry to hide under the muddy grotto;

The crowds of sea monsters are all suppressed without exception,

275 Only the Gay fiend will lay down his sides calmly

At sea, everything that is larger than land - all the seals moo,

Dolphins are hiding in the sea, hiding

in the last depths;

Embroidering a patterned trace with a curved spiral,

An intricate polyp clings to a wide stone,

280 Pretending that he is just a thickening of a dead rock.

Everyone is in awe; even a sea eel, swimming up

In his ardent lust to taste the dragon's passion,

Feels the trembling from the breath of dragons crawling across the sea.

The sea raises waves that rise like tall towers,

285 And they reach Olympus; with air currents

The bird, always dry, is watered by the sea that appears.

Here is Typhoeus, possessing the likeness of a sea trident,

With an earthquake palm, an exorbitant hand was cut off

An island with a fifth, distant from the strong shore of the soil,

290 Threw it whole, like a ball in mutual rotation;

In the battle of the Giant, his fists attacked Olympus,

Reaching the stars in the air, casting a shadow on the sun,

Marking, like a spear, the inaccessible tops of the cliffs.

[Typhon and the weapon of Zeus he stole]

After the depths of the sea and the land of fertile seats

295 Zeus the impostor grabbed the Perun, crowned with lights:

Kronid took this weapon with two hundred terrible

The giant Tifoei could raise his arms only with extreme effort;

Kronion himself raised it with his own hand unnoticeably.

Under the withered hand of the Giant who did not control the cloud

300 The thunder was dull, only the sound produced a muffled echo,

Quietly humming, and with difficulty from the dried air with snow,

Not dissolved at all, dry dewdrops fell;

The lightning all darkened, like crimson smoke

Its thin flame shone with a dull sparkle.

305 Having accurately noticed that the hands of the one carrying them are inept,

The Peruns who wore a man's torch became soft,

And they stumbled all the time in the immeasurable hands of Typhoeus,

Jumping freely: the thunder lights went astray,

They waited for the familiar hand of the celestial, their ruler.

310 Like an inexperienced husband unfamiliar with riding, in vain

He works hard, taming the young horse,

Who despises the bridle and in his daring reasoning

Feels the driver's hand unfaithful and without habit,

He gets angry, stands on end, straightening up and lifting himself up;

315 With his hind legs motionless, his hooves stuck into the ground,

He waves his front ones and throws his knees into the air,

His mane stands up and, falling over both shoulders,

On both sides it flutters around the neck, -

The Giant worked in the same way, alternately grabbing with his hands

320 The shine of the erring Perun, which has become timid.

[Zeus exhorts Cadmus to enchant Typhon with music]

321 Meanwhile, the wandering Cadmus

arrives to Arima...

362 ...Tifoi

No longer dared to control the armor of Zeus; Kronid

With the bow-bearing Eros, leaving the sharpened pole,

365 He went out onto the mountain to meet Cadmus, who was wandering in search

And he plotted a multi-cunning plan, conferring with Eros,

How Typhoeus could braid the lace of the destructive Moira,

Accompanying Zeus, who understood everything, Pan the goat-lover

Let him provide herds - both bulls and sheep and horned

370 Goats; reed hut, erected

from spiral weaves,

Let him establish himself on earth and, wearing shepherd's clothing,

The appearance of Cadmus, usual until then, is an unknown image,

Let him wrap the imaginary shepherd realistically;

Let Cadmus, skilled in music, wield the insidious pipe,

375 For the pipe will lead Typhoeus to a destructive death.

So Zeus decided, and, the false shepherd and the ruler of the offspring

Having called together, he gives a winged order to both:

“Cadmus, dear, play, - and calm

will be in heaven;

When you stop, Olympus suffers: after all

heavenly weapon

380 Typhoia took possession of everything from me and put on armor.

From now on I have only one aegis left -

What can an aegis do against Perun in the hands of Typhoeus?

Kronos the old man will laugh, I’m afraid; I'm afraid, hostile

Iapetus will straighten his proudly arrogant back;

385 In Hellas, full of legends, I am afraid that one of the Achaeans

Raincoat did not call Typhoeus, high possession

Or the highest, disgracing my name. Just be a shepherd

Only at dawn and, sounding on the shepherd's horse,

Mind stealer, give your help to the shepherd of the world:

390 I won’t hear the cloud chaser Typhoeus behind you,

The thunder of the self-proclaimed Zeus, and I will tame it easier with you

Lightning in an argument with me and Perun's flying arrows.

If the blood of Zeus is in you and Inachus is Io's pet,

The mind of Typhoeus is a game of averting misfortune

395 With his cunning pipe; and I’m for your worthy feat

I will give you a double gift: you will be in heavenly harmony

Guardian and protector, and you will be the husband of the Virgin of Harmony.

You, Eros, are the initiator of a direct fertile marriage,

Hold your arrows and do not wander anywhere in the universe;

400 If everything happens from you, loving shepherd of life,

Shoot just one arrow to save the situation:

Fiery, ignite Typhoeus, and through you only

My flame-bringing Peruns will return to my hands.

Tamer of all, strike one with just fire, and he will catch

405 The gentle arrow of one whom Kronidas cannot take;

Let Cadmus' song pierce him with heart's delight.

Just as I enjoyed being united with Europe.”

[Typhon longs for Cadmus' game]

So he said and turned like a horned bull: from here

The name of the Taurian Mountain came out; and Cadmus, extracting

410 A sharp, deceptive response from nearby sounding reeds,

He leaned his back against a nearby oak tree in a dense forest;

In rural clothes, he seemed like a real shepherd

He, sending an insidious song to the ears of Typhoeus,

Cheeks puffed out and easily making high-pitched sounds.

415 Here the Giant turned out to be greedy for singing, serpentine

Next he jumped up to listen to the tricky song:

Leaving a weapon in a cave near Mother Gaia

Zeus, he looked for near the pleasure of the sound of the flute,

All devoted to music; seeing him near the thicket,

420 Cadmus was afraid of him and hid in a cleft of the rocks.

Seeing from the heights of his head that Cadmus had slipped away, ugly

He began to call him Tifoya, attracting him with silent nods;

Not understanding his subtle trick, he appeared before Cadmus,

Extending one right hand towards him and not feeling

425 Death is lurking, and with a bloody face, like a man

Half grinning, he broke the silence boastfully:

“What are you afraid of, shepherd? What's with your hand?

are you covering your eyes?

It is worth pursuing me after Zeus - a mortal husband,

Should I, having taken the lightning, then grab the pipe?

430 What do your reeds and burning Perun have in common?

You only own a foregrip: Typhoeus got something else -

Arms of Olympus full of thunder; sitting with hands

Deprived of sound, Zeus, who does not own the usual echo,

Without clouds, he needs a shepherd's horse.

435 You, from your few reeds, achieve sound;

I'm not twirling woven reeds,

composing with reeds, -

No, combining clouds with swirling clouds,

I send their consonant thunder in the thundering sky.

Friendly debate, if you want, let's start: the reed song

440 You draw out when playing, and I will strike with thunder;

You take breath out of your mouth, and thick cheeks

Yours are blowing, swollen, and mine are thundering,

Under the breath of Boreas, trumpeting me, flying by.

You will receive a bribe, shepherd, for your sheep: having taken possession

445 Instead of Zeus, the heavenly throne and scepter of god,

I will lift you with me from the earth to the ether

Together with your pipe, and if you want - together with the flock;

You will not lose it: I will place your goats above my back

I am a Capricorn, similar in appearance to them, or

450 Where the Charioteer stands, stretching out his shining elbow

To the Olenskaya Goat itself, shedding light on Olympus.

In the image of the stars ascending to Olympus, I will place bulls

Near the neck of broad Taurus, who brings showers,

Or near the dewy meth, where from the throats of burning

455 of Bright Selene, the bulls moo in the wind.

You will not need your little hut; and instead

The thicket of the forest will surround your herd of etheric goats.

I will create an image of another manger for you, so that the Donkey shines,

Similar in appearance to yours, there are neighboring nurseries nearby.

460 You yourself will be the star-bearing Shepherd where

Boota is visible;

You will stretch out your starry staff like the Charioteer,

guiding him

To the Chariot of the Ursa that is called Lycaon.

Guest of Typhoeus in heaven, happy shepherd, you are today

Here on earth, play, but on Olympus

you will be there tomorrow.

465 As a gift due for singing you will receive a heavenly appearance,

Having ascended into the star-shining circle, where I combine

This shepherd's pipe with the sweet-voiced heavenly Lyre.

I will give you in marriage, if you wish, I am the virgin Athena;

If you don’t want Clear-Eyed, then Latona, Kharitu

470 Marry Cytharea, or else Artemis or Hebe, -

Do not just seek the bed of Typhoean Hera alone.

If you have a brother who is skilled in chariot racing,

Let Helios get quadruplets of fire.

If you want, shepherd, to shake the aegis of Zeus, -

475 I will also allow you, for I will settle on Olympus;

Zeus unarmed does not care about me, and what will harm me

The armament of insignificant Athena, "only a weak woman?

First of all, shepherd, sing the victory of Typhoeus,

For I am new now, the root scepter of Olympus,

480 Zeus I wear a scepter and a tunic with flashing lightning.”

[The treacherous speeches of Cadmus]

That’s what he said,” Adrastea noted the daring speeches.

Cadmus, seeing how the son of the village Earth was carried away

The thread of the ruthless Moira to his voluntary death

Driven by a sweet sting to drink

enjoyment of the pipe,

485 Without smiling, he addressed him with an insidious speech:

“You should be amazed, listening to the shepherd’s pipe!

That's what you will say when I play before your throne

On the seven-stringed cithara is that hymn that will glorify victory?

I had a competition with the heavenly plectrums of Phoebus -

490 And he surpassed him with his lyre; but beautiful sound

My strings were destroyed by Kronid with the ashen Perun,

Bringing mercy to the defeated son; what if I again

I'll find good veins, I'll play for you with my plectrum

So that I will deceive all trees, and mountains, and the hearts of animals.

495 I will hold the Ocean, contemporary to the Earth.

Which, braided with a crown, hurries in the eternal flow, -

Near the surface itself, it will stop the rotation of moisture.

I will stop the troops of constellations and oncoming wandering

Stars, I will delay the Phaeton and the running of Selene’s chariot.

500 You, striking the gods or Zeus with a fiery arrow,

However, leave Phoebus, so that at the meal of Typhoeus's dishes

I and Archer opened the competition at the feast -

Someone will defeat whom, glorify Typhoeus the Great

Do not kill the Pierid of the round dance, so that the Muses too

Together in the assembly, sounding under my or Phoebus’s leadership.”

He said, nodded his head with a sparkling gaze;

His curls shook, his hair belched like a snake

The poison is in abundance and it has watered the nearby hills.

510 Hastily entering his cave, he takes out from there

He brings Zeus' veins to the cunning Cadmus as a gift:

The veins fell to the ground during the Battle of Typhoean.

[Character of Cadmus' music]

The deceitful shepherd accepted the immortal gift and, feeling

Carefully lived, as if getting along for the future lyre

515 He hastily hid the strings, placing them in a crevice of rocks,

To save it as a weapon for Zeus the giant killer;

Extracting a careful sound from the lips with a barely noticeable breath,

Quietly squeezing the reed that hides the echoes,

Cadmus began to play a lovely song. Tifoey, about deception

520 Without guessing, I opened my ears and listened to the harmony.

For the charm of the Giant, the fake shepherd sings

As if expelling immortals, playing on a cunning pipe;

Only in reality he sings about Zeus’s upcoming victory,

About Typhoeus's mortal end - in the face of Typhoeus.

525 He arouses passion in him: so the young man

tender glows,

Excited by the sweet sting of love,

for a young girl,

Enchanted by the snow-white oval of a blooming face,

His eyes long for luxurious hair, unruly strands,

Looks at the hands with their pink skin, ready to stare

530 On the pinkish nipple her rim, compressed with a bandage,

Looking insatiably at her naked neck

In fascination with one form, and then with another,

And he can’t tear himself away from the girl. So to Cadmus's song

The Giant betrayed Tifoya's completely deceived heart.

b) Nonn. II 1-631

[The flute of Cadmus and the abduction by Zeus of his Peruns from Typhon]

The imaginary shepherd, Agenor's son Cadmus, remained standing

There, near the dense forest, a pipe with a piercing sound

Bringing it closer to your lips; and at the same time Kronion

Zeus, unnoticed by anyone, quietly crawled into a secret cave,

5 I took my usual perun and armed myself with it again.

Immediately the cloud of Cadmus quietly covered the rocks,

So that, having learned this cunning deception and thinking about the thief,

Secretly carried away Perun, Tifoya the shepherd by mistake

Didn't kill it. And the Giant, filled with

sweet desire,

10 I only wanted to listen to the rhythm of this song that enchants the heart,

Like a sailor, hearing the song of the wicked Siren,

He is approaching death himself, prematurely and arbitrarily:

Enchanted by the songs, he stops surfing the wave,

The clear moisture cannot be foamed by a motionless oar;

While basking, I forgot about the steering wheel and does not see the constellations of the current -

Neither the seven-path Pleiades, nor the Ursa of a smooth circle.

Likewise, he, shocked by the breath of the destructive song,

I greedily drank in this sting of the game that foreshadowed death.

20 But the live pipe of the shepherd musician fell silent,

Hidden by a dark bank of clouds, and the harmony fell silent.

Here Tifoey, again sensing the passion to fight in the skies,

He rushed into the very depths of the cave where the lightning was,

In search of menacing thunder, the weapon of victory - Perun,

25 For a frenzied struggle; explores everywhere step by step,

Eagerly searching for where is the brilliance of the destructive Zeus

In vain: the cave is empty. And, Kronid’s insidious plan,

Cadmus realized the cunning plan too late,

Tifoei quickly took off, throwing rocks along the way.

[Typhon and nature]

30 The trace remained oblique from a leg with a serpentine foot,

And as he walked, he spat from his mouth, which spewed spears.

From the very top of the Giant, where the hair was echidna,

The poison poured into the streams, and the gorge boiled with foam;

In this movement are the very bowels of the Cilician land,

35 Solid in their soil, they were shaken to the depths of their foundations

Under the serpent's feet; from the all-filling noise

The tops of the brands trembled in the empty space and from

The banks of the nearby rivers of Pamphylia trembled as if in a dance;

The rumble was muffled in the crevices of the soil, and the steep

40 All shook, all the depths shook, the sands of the heights

They crawled loosely under the impact of footsteps shaking the ground.

[Typhon and animals]

Death threatened the herds and beasts: after all, in the person of Typhoeus

A predatory bear was tearing apart another bear with its jaws;

The head of the red, shaggy lion was devouring

45 Lions were the joints of others, and were similar in appearance

It is his and theirs to fall; and the snake's throat of the echidna

The cold back of the navigator snake swallowed the dragon;

Air birds flying in pure ether, nearby

They were overtaken by the beak; but most of all he devoured

50 Closely flying eagles, for the bird of Zeus is known.

He also ate the farmer’s bull, not sparing him, even though he seemed

He is bleeding all over from the yoke due to abrasions on his neck.

[Typhon and Naiads]

Having been thoroughly satiated, he drinks all the moisture from the river,

There, driving out the troops of Naiads living in the grottoes;

55 How does a barefoot nymph, accustomed to moisture, stop?

With obvious difficulty, moving along the bottom along the flow of the stream,

Where there is a dry roll, with tangled feet, -

The virgin, who is all in trembling and dry from thirst, into the cave

He concludes, and dirty bonds bind her knees.

[Typhon and people]

60 Fury seeing the Giant, whose many images are obvious,

The old shepherd, having dropped his pipe, runs away from fear

into the distance; seeing in front of him numerous piles of palms,

The goatherd leaves his weak flute to the wind.

The plowman, always patient, does not sow in the field,

65 Shedding grain on even beds of earth,

The furrows are not cut by iron, which deeply blasts the soil,

That everything is already under the blow of the movements of Tifoey’s hands,

But he unharnesses the oxen; and already under the arrows of the Giant

Many voids were exposed in the arable land covered with cracks.

[Chaos in nature and the lamentation of the gods]

70 The moist veins completely dissolved, and an abyss yawned;

In the very bottoms of the valleys all the sources were filled with springs,

Pouring underground water right up to the tops of the earth;

Rocks were collapsing around the gorges of streams in the fog

And they fell into the seas, exuding moisture as they fell;

75 Lightning that flew out from under the ground, like a hammer

Own a number of islands of newborns were rooted.

A row of standing trees has moved far from the field,

The premature fruit has already fallen to the ground,

just blossomed;

The garden has already dried up, the pink meadow has already turned to dust.

80 And Zephyr moved only the dry leaves of the fallen

Down the cypress trees; Phoebus already composes funeral songs,

Meeting the broken hyacinths with pitiful crying, -

With music there is a mourning hymn, but the lament is especially heavy

It is about a chopped laurel near the Amykleian peak;

85 The distressed pan straightens a crooked pine tree;

And, remembering Moria, the nymph of the Attic community,

Athena sighs bitterly about the olive tree cut down by the storm;

Pafa the goddess mourns the dusty anemone,

Tearing out the most delicate curls from fragrant hair,

90 Frequent tears lie before a cup of dried roses;

Deo cries that her ear, still unripe, died,

That he will no longer see the rejoicings of the fruit harvest;

The Nymphs of the forests complain about the shady annual trees.

[Typhon and the Hamadryads]

Here from the split laurel, the beautifully sprouted tree,

95 The same-age Hamadryad, losing its cover, jumped off;

Another maiden, running from the pine tree with her light foot,

So he says, approaching the foreigner, the neighboring nymph:

“Hamadryad from the laurel, who did not know her husband, come on

Let's run together - you will see Phoebe, and I will know Pan.

100 Be gone, woodcutters! Trees, goodbye! Distressed shoots

Don't cut poor Daphne; and have mercy, O builder,

Lay cargo ships from fragrant pine trunks,

So that they do not touch the sound of the waves of sea Aphrodite.

Really, tree chopper, leave it to me

last joy:

105 Ruin with an axe, instead of a laurel, attach me and my nipple

On the immaculate weapon of unmarried Athena,

So that I die before my husband and maiden go down to Hades,

Without knowing everything about Eros, like Pine or Laurel.”

So to speak, it creates a blanket as if from leaves,

ON Modestly hiding the nipples on the breasts with a green girdle.

Pressing hip to hip tightly,

completely shrinking

Another nymph, looking at her, answers sadly:

“I”, like her, tremble because of virginity: after all, I myself too

I was born with laurel - and I will be overtaken, like Daphne.

115 How to escape? Shall I climb the cliff? But the high hills

Thrown onto Olympus, they turn to ashes from lightning;

I tremble at the nasty gentleman: he will pursue,

Like Pityus and Syringa, he will now overtake me too

In my flight through the mountains, I will perish like the second Echo.

120 No, I will not go to the heights, and I will not live on the heights,

Hiding in the mountain trees where Artemis hunts,

Let her be a virgin and a friend; after all Kronion

managed to achieve

Callista's box when he turned around as Artemis.

I’ll throw myself into the sea wave: what’s marriage to me?

And yet, at sea

125 Poseidon, unstoppable before his wives, was catching up with Asteria.

If only I had two light wings to go high,

Fly along the path with the airy wind and soar into the skies!

But the road of the birds is empty: Typhoea is already

Arms that are too long even grab the clouds.

130 If he oppresses with violence

marriage, - I turn around,

I’ll join the flock of birds and fly as Philomela’s nightingale,

At least I’ll be a swallow, because the marshmallows love spring,

What heralds dew for flowers, heralds roses;

With its singing the bird babbles volubly under the roof,

135 In a dance, the birds hover and flutter around the huts.

Procne, who suffered bitterly, you cry for your lost son

In a mourning song, and I will cry for the wedding bed.

Swallow, Zeus, don’t make me into a swallow, so that you don’t overtake me.

The faster Tereus, angry, is similar to Typhoeus.

140 The air, the mountains, and the sea are closed - I’ll probably hide

Into the very depths of the earth. But the Giant is on viper's heels

He will release the arrow-bearing snakes hiding in it underground.

If I were a native key and, like Comaife,

Mix new waters with the fatherly source of Kidna!

145 But I don’t want to, as I said: let the mouths not merge

Passionately loved the girl - and my immaculate moisture.

Wherever you run, you will end up with Typhoeus: from our breed

You will have to give birth to a son of many kinds, like a parent.

If I were a friend in the tree, at least in the oak

having moved from the oak tree,

150 I would keep the name of a decent child; no, Daphne

The son will not even listen to the criminal name of Mirra.

Gods, I pray, through the stream of sighing Eridanus

Let me be Heliad: my eyes will drip thickly

Petrified amber, and the crown full of sadness,

155 I too will reach out to the leaves of the neighboring poplar.

Intertwined, moaning about virginity in abundant tears, -

I am a product of the forests, and I am ashamed to be a plant for others.

I will be a stone, like Niobe, so that our sobs

160 Another traveler felt sorry when he saw the stone statue;

But this image is tongue-tied. Give me mercy, Latona;

No, perish this name, you gave birth against the gods.”

[The night and morning before the death of Typhon]

That's what she said. Meanwhile, Phaeton walked along the arc of heaven,

To the west, driving the horses; silent Night, appearing

165 From under the Earth, covering it like a cone of air,

And dresses the heavens with a cloak of brilliant constellations,

All decorating the Ether; and along the cloudless Nile,

Immortal gods walk; from the top of the hilly Taurus

Zeus awaits Kronid for the light of Dawn, the awakening of the carrier.

170 It was night. On Olympus there were rows of guards,

Around seven zones, and her roll call is nightly

It was like one of high towers; rumbling constellations

Multilinguals rushed far; from their axes the sound of an echo,

The crown is reflected, Selena received the last one;

175 The mountains are like guards of the air, running in a row with Phaeton,

They fenced the heavenly crown with a thick veil

From the clouds; at the gates of Atlanta, inaccessible to invasion,

The stars put a bolt and locked it tightly with keys,

So that when the gods leave, an ambush does not penetrate the sky;

180 Instead of the sound of a pipe and the singing of an ordinary flute

The winds flew on their wings all night, whistling their songs.

From above, the aged Boot, companion of the Arcadian Ursa,

Together with the airy Dragon, looking with a vigilant eye,

He lay in wait for Typhoeus in case of a night invasion;

185 The morning star watched the east, and watched the sunset

Hesperus, ah, leaving the regions of the south for Sagittarius to observe,

Kefei's gaze ran around the rain gates of Boreas.

There were lights everywhere, and blazing flames of constellations,

Like the night rays of the always vigilant Selena,

190 It glowed like in war, and with twisted tops

In a jump one after another from the top of the aerial Olympus

Shooting stars traced the air - a signal flame

From Kronion's hands; and, with her own throw, she will be knocked over,

In frequent thrashing, Perun flew out of the split cloud;

195 Under its variable impulse in an unstable brilliance

The flame disappears suddenly and appears again;

The weaves curl like a bunch of grapes

In the curls of fire: then the light from the rough comet is shaky.

Strange stars, strangers, shine like great rafters,

200 Near longitudinal signal lights

stretching out in the darkness,

Like Zeus' companions; in the rays of Phaeton opposite,

As if shining from a downpour, in a circular arc Iris

Bends upward, creating multi-colored consonant stripes,

In alternation green thickens and after pink white.

[Nike's story about the gods and her calling on Zeus to fight Typhon]

205 Zeus was still lonely when she came to him for consolation

Nika, cutting through high air currents with her wing,

Having accepted the image of Latona and strengthened his father with courage;

“Zeus, O lord, be for your children

leader; isn't it

210 Is it conceivable for Typhoeus to mix with Athena in a bad marriage?

Will she be a mother who did not know her mother? Better

Put lightning into action, light weapon of Olympus,

Better drive away the clouds, O Lord who sends downpours:

After all, the foundations of the motionless world are at hand

215 They have already wavered; conjugated four elements

Dissolved apart; the goddess Deo refused the field,

Hebe left the cup, Apec does not take up the spear,

Hermes leaves the rod, Apollo abandons his lyre

And, inspired, he flies, throwing winged arrows.

220 Having assumed the form of a swan, Aphrodite, who officiates marriages,

The shackled world was struck by infertility and dissolved

Insoluble bonds of unity; bringing brides

Indomitable Eros, taming everyone and brave,

In fear he throws away his fruitful bow;

from the usual Lemn

225 Your fiery son Hephaestus, limping on disobedient legs,

Runs quietly and sluggishly. Worthy of great surprise, -

But I feel very sorry for Hera, who is so angry with me.

Or will your father return again to the luminaries of the round dance?

Oh, if only it were not so! Although I am called Titanis,

230 But I don’t want to watch the Titans take over Olympus

Instead of you and your own children. Better than the imperious Perun

Fight up. Keeping Artemis without blemish; bride

I am still kept as a virgin, am I for a forced marriage?

Will she who knows how to give birth give birth herself? And to me?

235 Will you stretch out your arms? And what kind of Ilithyia am I when I

Will I, Ilithyia, give birth together with Artemis?”

[Image of Typhon. Dreams of victory]

So she spoke, and on the darkening wings of Hypnos

Sleep enveloped all living nature. However, Kronion

I was alone without any sleep. Typhoey, spread out far

240 Limp limbs, resting burdened on the bed,

Mother Gaia is a burden; towards the open womb

Secret beds were hollowed out in the depths of the abysses,

Digging the soil with their snouts, the echidnas of Typhoeus's hair.

The sun rose; Typhoeus is multidimensional from all his throats,

245 Roaring together, thundered, calling the great Zeus,

Up to the borders of the Ocean, stable in return,

There are four areas of the world flowing around, dividing them

And he girded the whole earth with a ring, like a crown;

250 The cry of Typhoeus, changing according to a series of dissimilar sounds,

It hummed in a variety of ways and woke up multiple echoes:

Ever increasing in strength, different shades in appearance,

It was heard both by the howling of wolves and the roar of a lion,

The wheezing of boars, the mooing of bulls and the hissing of dragons,

255 With the bold yawn of a leopard and the roar from the mouth of a bear,

The furious grumbling of dogs. And the Giant is half human

“My hands, throw the house of Zeus, move all the roots

Peace, where the kingdom of the blessed is, break the steep bolts

260 There - on Olympus of the gods; let the air pillar Atlanta

He falls to the ground and he himself runs, shocked by the fall;

Let the starry vault break away from Olympus,

Without worrying, run in a spiral; no, I won't allow it

So that the son of the Earth bends his overly loaded shoulders

265 Under the inevitable movement of the Ether back and forth:

Let him fight with the blessed, leaving it to the gods -

how he wants -

Their boundless burden; let him destroy the cliffs,

Throws wild arrows at the sky carrying the stars,

Previously worn by him; let them flee from heaven under attack

270 The fearful Rocks, the Mountains, the powerless slaves of the Sun;

Let everything be reversed: mix with earth

Air and moisture with fire, and the depths of the sea with Olympus.

I will also stop the violence of slaves - these four winds:

I will slash Borey, and I will press and strike Nota

275 Evra, I’ll kill Zephyr, and I’ll confuse day with night

Stormy. My relative is the Ocean that swallows the sources

Many, highly elevated waters will move towards Olympus;

Five parallel circles exceeding the movement of moisture,

He will flood all the constellations, drown the Ursa's thirst

280 Unquenchable, lying under the wheel of the Chariot.

Moo louder, my bulls, shaking an arc in the sky

All equinoctial circles, and strike with steep horns

To the sacrifice of a cuckolded light Taurus like you.

Let Selena’s bulls go astray from their wet roads,

285 In fear of the roar of my bull heads, buzzing loudly.

Let my huge bear's throat, my formidable jaw

Typhoeus drives the Ursa with his saliva there on Olympus;

Let my lion attack the air lion with force

Let him move him far from the paths of the zodiac;

290 Let the Dragon of the Chariot tremble from my dragons,

Armed with lights barely. These furious waves

Seas, earthly hills, steep island capes

They were created for me as swords, and the mountains will serve as shields for me;

Rocks are my reliable armor, and cliffs will be spears,

295 The rivers will extinguish the peruns that are unsuitable for business.

I will keep Iapetus in chains - to bind Poseidon;

And on the Caucasian peak there is a feathered bird

Better than an eagle to bloody Hephaestus by devouring him

A liver growing again: like that one, it suffers for the fire

300 Such an ulcer is Prometheus with his self-growing liver.

I will throw a vessel into the copper one, like the offspring of Iphimedea,

Seeing people like me, the prudent son of Maya,

The unbreakable bonds of the braider; let someone say:

Having untied the net of Ares, Hermes himself became entangled in the net.

305 Let him now untie the unassailable bonds of girlhood,

Having become Orion's forced wife, Artemis herself;

Let Titius lay out Latona's blanket in the old fashioned way,

Lured into forced marriage; murderer of Ares,

What robs the shields it breaks, and the ruler

Taking Pallas as prey, I will give Ephialtes in marriage

Even though I’m late in marriage: it will be interesting for me to see,

What kind of day laborer is Apec and how does Athena suffer during childbirth?

Taking with a tense shoulder the entire weight of the Atlanta sky,

315 In the change of movement of the stars, Kronion will carry him on end;

He will hear the wedding of my hymen, captured by the mystery

Jealousy, how I will take him to Hera's marriage bed.

I will have plenty of torches: the flash of lightning

own strength

There will be a burning brand burning near my palaces; instead of pine trees

320 Phaeton himself, having attached the fire of his illumination,

Slavishly he will shower upon Typhoeus the bridegroom's radiance;

And, trembling like sparks at a wedding, toppling from Olympus,

The stars will be the lamp of my love

pleasures -

Stars, lamps of the nights; with Aphrodite, who binds marriages,

325 Selena, my wife, will serve to make my bed, serving

Endymion; when will you need to take a bath?

I will swim in the waters of the star-bearing river Eridanus.

The mountains going around, covering Zeus's bed,

Now build an erotic bedroom for Typhoeus;

330 Hebe, Latona, Athena, Paphia, Charis, Artemis -

Sisters, bring water from the Ocean to the marriage of Typhoeus.

Serving as a wedding plectrum at the table of my feast,

Let Apollo sing of Typhoeus, and not of Zeus.

What I want is not a foreign land: I intend to rule

335 His brother, who carries all the constellations on his back, Uranus-Sky, who has a mother’s house, the offspring of Gaia.

Bringing Krona back to light from the underground abyss,

The life-swallower, I, as my own martial artist,

I will free you from violent bonds; returned Titans

340 I will give again to the air, the offspring of Gaia - the Cyclops -

I will bring you to heaven to live, we will forge weapons from fire

New: I will need a lot of heavenly Peruns,

To fight with two hundred hands, and not just a pair of them,

Like Zeus Kronid in everything; I'll make lightning

345 Better than the previous ones, others, newer, stronger

Ignited by fire; I'll build another one at the top

The sky, the eighth in a row, is both wider and higher than all the others;

I will give him clearer stars, since he cannot

Completely cover Typhoeus with the nearest top of the sky.

350 Instead of the entire generation of male and female,

What came from Kronid, I will raise a new tribe -

There are many gods with many necks; and hosts of barren constellations

I will not leave you bored without marriage, but I will give away women

All for husbands, so that she may give birth to many slaves for me

355 The winged virgin, giving her bed to Boot.”

[Start of the last battle]

So speaking, he shouted, and Kronid smiled, listening.

The battle broke out on both sides: Typhoea Eris

Nick leads and encourages Zeus into battle.

The competition is not for the sake of a herd of bulls or for the sake of sheep.

360 There was no enmity over the beautiful nymph-bride

Or a dump for a small town - a struggle arose

For owning the sky itself: on Nika's lap

The scepter of Zeus lay and the throne as a reward for the battle.

Zeus, striking with thunder from the driven clouds, called

365 In the sky a lowing roar sounded like Enyo's song,

And, surrounding his chest with clouds twisted in a spiral,

Created protection for himself from Giant Arrows. Tifoei

He did not remain silent: his bull heads mooed,

Like original trumpets, Olympus was deafened by its roar;

370 The dragons' webs whistled like the flutes of Ares.

Tifoya built a series of his high joints,

Piling cliff upon cliff until he raised it

Their dense steepness gradually and indestructibly,

From the very foundations, laying rock upon rock in a row;

375 It looked like an army in arms: the gorge was close

He leaned on the gorge, the hills on the hills, the isthmus

On the isthmus and high ledge on the folded ledge;

Their rocky helmets served as a crown for Typhoeus,

Covering the Giant heads with the highest head.

380 The Giant had at least one body in battle, only in appearance

There were many peaks, but the joints were countless, -

The arms and jaws of lions with their sharpened points,

Hair in the form of echidnas rising to the constellations.

Entire trees bent in the hands of Typhoeus, against

385 Zeus Kronid throwing them, but beautiful foliage

The offspring of these Earths with their burdened jerk

Zeus involuntarily destroyed with just a single spark of Perun.

Many elms died, pine trees of the same age,

Many huge plane trees and white poplars, broken

390 The lightning of Zeus, and many cracks burst in the soil.

The environment of the world was shaking on all four sides;

Together the four winds entered the battle of Kronion,

Waves of dust rose up and grabbed the darkening air;

The sea lashed the land: the scourged Sicelia

395 Everything wavered, and the shore of Pelora was filled with noise,

Just like the veins on Etna; roared in the rocks of Lilybaeum -

Messengers of future days; the coastline of Pakhina rumbled

A current coming from the west; in the north the nymph Athos

Loudly in the wooded Thracian gorge he screams and calls out;

400 The Macedonian forest hums and the foothills of the Pierian veins.

The roots of the East shake, tremble in Assyrian Lebanon

Fragrant trees with curly leaves in the groves.

At the same time, as Zeus raged continuously with Perun,

Many arrows from the hands of Typhoeus flew towards:

405 Those who sought to get into Selene’s chariot, only their legs

Fickle bulls were scratched unharmed;

Those who circled with a piercing whistle

by air, winds,

Blows came from different directions and instantly sprayed;

Many, having strayed from the straight path under the distant Perun

410 Zeus, found themselves under the cheerful hand of Poseidon,

Where the trident, exploding the earth, gave them no mercy;

Walking along the Kronov Sea, arrows fell on the water

Elder Nereus collected weapons for Zeus.

The terrible two sons of Enialius, Phobus and Deim,

415 Zeus took his grandchildren as helpers and shield-bearers,

Walking together in the Ether: he put Phob to the lightning,

He established Deima at the Perun of the carrying thunder -

Fear of inflicting Typhoeus. And Nika raised her shield,

Stretching it in front of Zeus; Enyo screamed

420 Apec raised the roar; and through the air, a raging storm,

The pompous Zeus rushes, holding the aegis, seated

On the winged chariot of Time, drawn by four:

United by the wind the horses of Kronion were;

Armed himself with lightning, where with thunder,

425 There it attacks with a thunderstorm, and here it pours down with a downpour,

Along with the arrows of rain, slashing like stones,

The hail strengthened the ridge; columns of continuous moisture

Collapse with a sharp arrow over the Giant heads,

And Typhoeus’s palms are cut like knives,

430 These arrows of hail, which became a shower in the air.

One falls into the dust from the palms, without grasping the top,

But he continues to fight, struck by a wound from the hail

Snowy, even in the fall: flying to the ground, in a frenzy

The hand curls in leaps and bounds and trembles, opening itself,

435 As if wanting to rush towards the Olympic circle.

[Last Stand]

Here is the leader of the gods, throwing a fiery arrow

From above, military detachments are driving towards the right wing -

Fight at the top; and the enormous Giant rises to battle

Potholes full of water, and tied in tight knots

440 Your fingers in an original binding, one after another,

Makes a gutter out of greedy palms and a full handful

He collects cold mountain water from rivers with his hands.

They are deepened and driven by the streams like a broken stream

Right on Zeus's lightning bolt; drenched in the stream of gorges,

445 An air torch flickers through the water like a gusty spark

And he presses on the water, drying it up with fire, -

The moist parts of nature are inferior to the nature of fire.

The impudent Giant wished to extinguish the heavenly flame:

The fool did not know that the luminous flame of Perun and lightning

450 Originates from clouds that generate showers.

Again he, grabbing a cave with right angles from the stream,

Zeus wants to hit the invulnerable chest with iron,

A high tower stretches towards him; but only the edges of the lips

Zeus breathed softly, and the breath was light,

455 From the very heights of the steepness, the rocks began to spin and overturn.

Having forcibly torn out one ridge from the island, again

Tifoey, terrible for everyone, enters the thundering battle,

Throwing a comb into the face of the still indestructible Zeus.

Avoid the marble edge that is directed against

460 Coolly turning away his face; Tifoey got a hot one

Lightning current, changing its path along a curve, and immediately

The white rock on top turned black in the agonizing smoke.

The Giant is throwing for the third time. But Kronid is into it

thrown stone,

Moving the brush, he carefully grabbed it in the middle of the palm

465 And, like a galloping ball rattling in an endless hand,

Threw it back at Tifoeus - turning over around itself

Many times in a whirlwind of air, in the opposite direction

returning,

The stone, as if by its own force, strikes its arrow.

The fight the fourth time was higher. The cliff that was captured

470 The whole thing split in half at the very edge of the aegis.

He also threw Tifoya, but the rock that seemed strong

Again the striking Perun was burned and glowing.

The mountains could not contain this moisture from the clouds, under attack

Hills and cliffs were destroyed by clouds full of water.

475 In general, Enyo kept a balance between the two of them -

Between Typhoeus and Zeus, and arrows with a strong bend

Rushing in an airy dance, the Peruns of thunder raged;

Kronid fought fully armed, and in this battle

Thunder was like a shield to him, clouds replaced chain mail,

480 Lightning became a spear, and Peruns flying from the sky

He threw arrows crowned with fire through the air.

[Nonna's meteorological speculation]

Now, having left to wander irrevocably from

soil depressions,

Dry vapors soared high, rising above the ground,

And, penetrating into the interior of the clouds with a flaming whirlwind,

485 The pregnant clouds choked with heat; and with noise amid the smoke

So tormented clouds, saturated with fiery steam,

A burning flame that could not come out was burning inside

In search of middle paths, as in the heights

penetrate the radiance

It is not given to the Fiery; humid air soaked in rain

490 Drops, lightning will delay the leaps, for the moisture above

Makes the clouds dense; When is the dry open?

The field is below, then the fire penetrates through it in leaps.

Just like the stone that lies near the stone gives birth to

Shine and original fire pierces their fossil,

495 If a fire-born male bumps into a stone, -

Likewise, heavenly fire ignites due to pressure

A pair of earth and clouds; that fire that was born from smoke

Thin soil will help create air currents;

He who is from the waters of the vapors of the earth and wanders unsteadily,

500 He will be directly drunk by the scorching rays of the sun

And, moistened, it will be drawn into the Ether along a burning road;

There it will swell completely, giving rise to a shell of clouds

And, shaking the entire fat volume from the finest steam,

The soft cloud will suddenly dissolve into a stream of rain,

505 Returning again to its original moist nature.

This is how a type of thundercloud is formed and

Lightning together and their sample thunderous peruns.

[End of Typhon]

Zeus, the father, fought, sending down on the enemy

Currents of familiar lights reflecting the lions of the spearman,

510 A heavenly whirlwind sweeps away a whole series of multi-formed roaring

Mouths of immeasurable beasts; already the shine of his arrows

flaming

Burned the endless hands of the Giant, turning them into dust

Countless shoulders, whirling flocks of dragons;

The needles of Ether burned an endless mass of heads.

515 Now the rotation of the comet has scattered the hair of Typhoeus,

Throwing his shaggy fire with an opposite spark -

All the heads began to shine, the hair of the Giant caught fire;

Following the heavenly spark onto the curls hissing like snakes

The seal of silence fell, and the snakes, dried up by the comet,

520 Droplets of poison froze at the very gaping jaws.

The Giant fought, and his vision was covered with ashes

Smokey smoke; on his faces, hardened with snow,

The cheeks were completely white from the cold winter streams.

I was also tormented by the attack of four flying winds:

525 As he turns his gaze carelessly to the east -

Evra will immediately receive a hot battle from his loved one;

If he looks at the winds of the Arcadian Ursa Slope -

Frost will cover it from the cold stormy whirlwind;

Only to avoid the breath of winter, the snowy Boreas -

530 He will be struck by an arrow, moistened and at the same time hot;

If he looks to the west, towards the threatening Eos,

He will tremble from the storms that have flown from Enyo's sunset,

Echoes of hearing the spring lashes from the blows of Zephyr,

Also Noth, who is hot with his breath, directing the course of the chariot

535 In the air near the noon of Capricorn,

The heat of Typhoeus is carried by the fiery breath of heat.

Zeus the raincoat has just poured down torrents of rain again,

How the entire body of the Giant was washed by a calm stream;

His limbs were burning, and he was breathing heavily, humbled by Perun.

540 With the strong arrows of hail and blizzard that struck my son,

Typhoeus's mother was also wounded - dried soil:

Seeing the torment on his body, the doomed Moira

Stuck stone arrows and their ends, already moistened,

Timidly she began to beg Helios the Titan

545 Give one summer ray to make the flame hotter

Quickly melt the moisture of Zeus, turned into stone,

Shedding a native radiance on Typhoeus in the snow;

She and her son withered away together; and, looking at the mass

His giant burnt hands, surrounded by fires,

550 The cold wind of the storm begs to come to him -

At least for one day, so that this frosty breeze

I thirst to extinguish Typhoeus, saving him from harm.

Zeus has already tipped the scales of the same battle,

Here, tearing her forest cover with her hand, she tightened her

555 Mother Earth: she saw the heads smoking

At Typhoeus; all his faces have already dried up completely,

And the knees resolved. And, foretelling victory,

Zeus's trumpet roared like thunder everywhere.

Collapsed, staggering from the fiery arrows falling from the sky,

560 Supergiant Typhoei, receiving a non-iron wound

In battle, and now, having dropped their members, on mother Gaia

He rested quietly, spreading the serpentine joints in the dust.

And breathing fire.

[Zeus' triumphant sarcasm]

And Kronid teased, smiling,

The following speech pours out from the lips of those amused by God:

565 “The old man Kronos found a good assistant, it can be seen:

Only the great son the Earth bore to Iapeth, -

And he is already taking revenge on Tifoya for the Titans; and when I look,

Soon Kronid's Peruns became completely powerless.

Why are you hesitating to occupy the inaccessible Ether?

scepter

570 Fictional? The Olympus meeting is ready for you:

Receive the scepter of Zeus and the cloak, Typhoeus the God-fighter;

Call Astraeus to enter the sky, and if you want,

Let Eurynoma, Ophion and with them return to the Ether

Let Kronos be your companion; would come with you

on the road

575 With the motley backs of stars flowing in the heights, and cunning

Our Prometheus, having escaped the shackles and taken as his guide,

So as not to stray from the heavenly paths, my daring bird,

I greedily devour his liver, which grows again.

What else do you want to see? Probably so that after the battle

580 Have Zeus and Ennosigeus served at your seats?

Zeus, completely weakened, is no longer the scepter of Olympus,

It is deprived of thunder and clouds, its lightning is no longer sacred

Light, his peruns are no longer a familiar weapon, -

Torches only when Tifoei comes into the bedroom

585 His captive wife, living in the mansion of Hera,

The bed of which the envious Zeus devours with his eyes.

Paired with him is Ennosigei, cut off from the sea, now

Instead of the lord of the seas - Typhoeus, a table servant:

Instead of a trident, in his withered hand he carries you a cup.

590 Your mercenary is Apec; Apollo is also your servant;

The son of Maya was sent to the Titans as a herald, so that

He told them about your power and heavenly radiance.

Just leave Hephaestus to work on his usual Lemnos,

So that he can make it there for your newlywed bride

595 Variegated necklace beads - colored, with shiny finish,

Or a bright light play on the soles of sandals,

What would delight your wife? or would make a new one,

Shining gold throne on Olympus, so that it’s fun

To your golden-throned Hera, possessing such a throne.

600 If you want to install the Cyclopes from the earth on Olympus,

New sparks will be forged for your excellent Peruns.

Cunning Eros, who deceived your heart with the hope of victory^

He will be connected with the golden Aphrodite with a golden chain;

With a copper chain bind Ares, the lord of iron.

605 However, there are no lightnings, and Enyo remains in vain...

How can you not avoid empty blows and harmless fires?

How is it, hearing with my own ears, which have no number,

Little thunder, are you already afraid at the echo of the rain?

Who made you so powerless? And where are your arrows?

610 Where are your heads of dogs? Where are the lion's mouths open?

The internal roar of your throats, wide and terribly loud?

Where are the long-shaded needles of your dragon's mane?

And why don’t the snake-like rings hiss in your hair?

Where is the mooing of the bull's muzzles? Where are your hands,

615 Instead of spears, the highest mountains spewed towards us?

Why aren’t you already scourging the circular arcs of the constellations?

Aren't the protruding teeth of boars already white?

Drops of foamy saliva on their soaked chin?

Where are the terrible mouths - the grins of the possessed bears?

620 Scion of the Earth, yield to the celestials! I'm stronger

With this single hand, than you are with two hundred of them nearby.

Now let Sicelia, with three heads and a circle

Steeply high hills will cover the whole of Typhoeus,

Pathetic in this guise of hundreds of dusty heads.

625 Arrogant in mind, in hope that has achieved nothing

You wanted to jump to the very top of Olympus;

I, unfortunate one, will prepare an empty tomb for you,

And on your trampled grave, O wicked man, they will write:

“The coffin of Typhoeus, the giant who once threw into the sky

630 Stones; for this he was struck by heavenly flames.”

So he reviled the barely breathing corpse of his earthly son.

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In Greek mythology, a monster, a fiend of the earth mother Gaia, born from the god Tartarus (there is another version of the myth, according to which Typhon emerged from the earth in the place where the goddess Hera struck with her fist, who decided, in revenge on Zeus - he himself gave birth to Athena - to also independently produce offspring). Apollodorus describes Typhon as follows: “He surpassed all the creatures that Gaia gave birth to in stature and strength. Part of his body up to the thighs was human and, with its enormous size, towered above all the mountains. His head often touched the stars, his arms extended one until sunset, the other until sunrise. They ended with a hundred heads of dragons. The part of his body below the hips consisted of huge snakes writhing in coils, which, rising to the very top of the body, emitted a loud whistle. His whole body was covered with feathers, his shaggy hair and beard fluttered widely, his eyes sparkled with fire. A storm of fire burst from his mouth.”

Typhon rushed to Olympus, and the gods fled in fear, but Zeus fought with Typhon and hit him with Peruns, and then used the sickle with which he had once castrated Kronos. Further, Apollodorus sets out the myth as follows: “...seeing that Typhon was seriously wounded, Zeus entered into hand-to-hand combat with him. Typhon enveloped Zeus in the rings of his body and, snatching his curved sword from him, cut the tendons on Zeus’s arms and legs. Lifting it onto his shoulders, he then carried it across the sea... There he also hid the tendons, wrapping them in bear skin, and put the dragon Delphine to guard all this... However, Hermes and Pan stole these tendons and secretly inserted them into Zeus. Having regained his former strength, Zeus suddenly rushed from the sky in a chariot drawn by winged horses, and, throwing feathers, pursued Typhon to a mountain called Nysa. There, the Moirai deceived the persecuted Typhon: they convinced him that he would gain more strength if he tasted one-day fruits (R. Graves considers these fruits to be apples of death - Ed.). And so, pursued further, Typhon... threw entire mountains upward. Since Zeus reflected these mountains back with his peruns, Typhon shed a lot of blood near... the ridge... When Typhon rushed to run across the sea, Zeus threw Mount Etna at him, and to this day, as they say, tongues are bursting out of it because of the peruns thrown there flame."

Typhon (Tythoei, Typhaon), Greek - a giant with a hundred dragon heads and the voice of a man, a dog and a bull.

Ancient artists depicted Typhon less often than other monsters, and they solved the technical difficulties that arose by reducing the number of heads. On vases and figurines it sometimes looks completely single-headed, but with wings. Sometimes Typhon is considered the three-headed demon from the pediment of the archaic temple of Athena on the Acropolis (c. 570 BC). The terracotta “Typhon from Capua” dates back to approximately the same time. The "Tomb of Typhon" in Etruscan Tarquinia (c. 80 BC) takes its name from the image of Typhon in the fresco painting of the tomb.

Illustration: "Typhon and Zeus", amphora painting, 550 BC

The name Typhon actually means “whirlwind”, “tornado”. From the English form of this Greek word comes the word “typhoon”, which has taken root in many languages ​​(actually, complete nonsense by a Czech journalist: in fact, “typhoon” comes from the Chinese “tyfen” - “strong wind”).

On the screen: Typhon with “guards” in the computer game Titan Quest.