Юрий Щербаков - Конь боевой с походным вьюком
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А. Туроверов
Конь боевой с походным вьюком
У церкви ржет – кого-то ждет.
В ограде бабка плачет с внуком,
Молодка возле слезы льет.
А из дверей святого храма
Казак в доспехах боевых
Идет к коню из церкви прямо
С отцом, в кругу своих родных.
Жена коня подводит мужу,
Племянник пику подает.
«Вот, - говорит отец, - послушай
Моих речей ты наперед.
Мы послужили государю,
Теперь тебе черед служить.
Ну, поцелуй же женку Варю,
И Бог тебя благословит.
Но ни в бою, ни перед боем
Ты не бранися, не ругай;
Будь хрестьянин, и перед боем
Крестом себя ты осеняй.
Даю коня тебе лихого.
Он даровит был у меня.
Он твоего отца седого
Носил в огонь и из огня.
Конь боевой всего дороже,
И ты, мой сын, им дорожи,
И лучше сам ты ешь поплоше,
А лошадь в холе содержи!
А вот и пика родовая,
Подруга славы и побед,
И наша шашка боевая –
С ней бился я и бился дед».
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A. Turoverov
Combat horse with a camp packaging
The church laughs-someone is waiting.
In the fence, the grandmother is crying with the grandson,
The young man is pouring near the tears.
And from the door of the holy temple
Cossack in the armor of the combat
Goes to the horse from the church directly
With the father, in the circle of his relatives.
The wife of the horse brings her husband
The nephew gives the peak.
“Here,” the father says, “listen
You are my speeches in advance.
We served the sovereign
Now you are turning to serve.
Well, I cook my wife,
And God will bless you.
But neither in battle nor before the battle
Do not scold, do not scold;
Be a funny, and before the battle
You overshadow yourself with a cross.
I give the horse to you a dashing.
He was giving me.
He is your father's father
He wore it in the fire and from the fire.
The fighting horse is more expensive,
And you, my son, cherish them,
And better you eat yourself,
And the horse in the hall contain!
And here is the peak of a generic,
A friend of fame and victories,
And our fighting checker -
I fought with her and my grandfather beat. ”
A. Turoverov
Combat horse with a camp packaging
The church laughs-someone is waiting.
In the fence, the grandmother is crying with the grandson,
The young man is pouring near the tears.
And from the door of the holy temple
Cossack in the armor of the combat
Goes to the horse from the church directly
With the father, in the circle of his relatives.
The wife of the horse brings her husband
The nephew gives the peak.
“Here,” the father says, “listen
You are my speeches in advance.
We served the sovereign
Now you are turning to serve.
Well, I cook my wife,
And God will bless you.
But neither in battle nor before the battle
Do not scold, do not scold;
Be a funny, and before the battle
You overshadow yourself with a cross.
I give the horse to you a dashing.
He was giving me.
He is your father's father
He wore it in the fire and from the fire.
The fighting horse is more expensive,
And you, my son, cherish them,
And better you eat yourself,
And the horse in the hall contain!
And here is the peak of a generic,
A friend of fame and victories,
And our fighting checker -
I fought with her and my grandfather beat. ”
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