Аполлон Майков - Слово о полку Игореве
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Would you start our song, oh brothers,
From the legends about ancient scolders, -
Song about the brave of Igoreva Rati
And about him, about the son of Svyatoslavl!
And to sing them, as it is now,
Without chasing a thought for Boyan!
The song is composed, he used to be prophetic,
A quick veyst of the forest was worn,
He scoured a gray wolf in a clean field,
That the eagle was woking under the clouds!
As the Brand of the Starodavni will reveal,
Yes to a flock of swans and let go
Ten fast falcons afterwards;
And what first will overtake
For him, and the song is swan, -
Song Sing for the Old Yaroslavl,
Oh Mstislav, what was in battle,
Won, Kasozozhsky Rededu,
Al about the glorious about Red Roman ...
But not ten Sokolov it was -
He launched ten heaves on the strings,
And princes, under the things of the fingers,
The strings themselves rumbled with fame! ..

We will lead, brethren, story
From the time of the Vladimir ancients,
We will bring to gambling,
How he was planning a strong duma,
He chopped his heart with courage,
Squeezed with a glorious military spirit
And for the land of the Russian squad
He led into the steppe into the Khanov Polovtsian.