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Pagan Russia
We will dismiss, honor, thousand years ago,
Taking a trace on the path to Troyanov,
Let's not tell our fairy tale in a new way,
And by the idea of ​​Boyanov.
And let it get through the fog,
Behind the posades and behind the weights,
How wandering around in Russia Boyan,
Collecting legend with songs ...

Although Star Boyan, and soul - Yun:
The eyes are keen, zealous speeches,
And shine silver thin strings
Curls are ringed Boyanovs.
He did not pass with his age with sideps -
Loves to measure the miles of ways
And the spaciousness of the fields, like a colored caftan,
Try it on the wide shoulder.
Shoots a breeze in the window,
It becomes beckoning a guslyar from the room -
And leads, leads along the twisted roads,
From the outskirts - to the outskirts.
And the Wanderer comes into the courtyards alien to
In a row with the potassium potatoes,
And secretly - until the time, for the time being, -
Hides gussels under the mats ...

Wide, dedicated the earth around.
And although it is still snowy, cold
But already Dazhbog with a golden key
The warm wind uneashed from noon.
Already audible: oaks are noisy in the grove,
A raw raw thaw,
Carrons in the sky are hanging smoke,
The croaks were scattered along the steppe.
In vain waves a broom, a snowstorm,
In vain roaring a bear -
The sun is a thin finger in the gap,
And you look like a beam, glows! ..

All brighter flashes among darkness
Ride the ore heads.
In the sky, a white flame of a gray -haired winter
We beat with scarlet spring hollow!
A girl with a bucket will meet a white flame,
He says to her: “Smile the flame aloe!
I am for you with clear silver
From a rich treasury, I was awarded! ”
And the other fire promises the same;
To make the top above the cold:
“If you fill the white flame with water,
I will give you red gold! "
Well, I see: the girl is cunning with the mind,
Heat white fire, not lazy,
For above pure silver
Red gold in the world is valued! ..

Already in the sleigh they drove to burn
The idol of the Shvanitsa is straw.
- full, full, winter, winter,
Your stale bread was filled with soreness.

People glorify the mercy of spring-red
Yes, they guess about everything good;
Instead of bread, pancakes are baked today,
Similar to the brown sun.
And Guslyar looks at everyone with greetings.
What is love to conceal from people?
It even imagines like gray -haired snow
He starts to thaw with Kudrey ...
Oh, you are Russia, the protected side!
Nowhere in the world to see such a thing!
The heart is fun, how spring will begin
Throw the hotels on the ground!

Everyone is dare, creepy and easy,
The winds from the nurse
And they hurry to untie the knots,
That from the winter on the branches are tied.
The sun gives everything more generous with warmth.
Everything is more elegant on the tops of the dress.
Here is the first booming spring thunder,
Like a cart, it rolls across the sky.

Tea is familiar to everyone, how the thunderstorm goes,
How the nomadic clouds approach, -
Suddenly a blow! - And dark heavens
They shudder in a formidable roar!
This is God Perun hits the anvil,
Cares lightning with a hammer:
Sushniki for the spring for men.
Decorate with chervon gold.

From behind the sea, from the far far,
Marvel at thunder removal,
Ruddy clouds come.
Virgins magnificent, full -breasted.
And when Perun is with those Virgin with his hand
Thick hair is bulging,
In Russia, a fragrant living river
Wash the steppe rain strips ...

Now, as if shelves on the army,
Oratai go to the pure field,
Juicy yar is taken to strict,
Harvesting are rich.
Like a wife under her husband, the earth lies
Under the plows of sharply chiseled,
Plowed fields breathe in the wrong way
Under the lights are gilded.
As if on a holiday, putting on their updates,
Having combed remote beards,
Guys start the spring sowing,
The seed is generously thrown into the furrows.
All on arable land: children and old people.
Someone rushes, riting Yarilo.
Girls were fastened, wreaths are weaved;
The guys boast of young power.
According to ancient custom, before bedtime,
With a secret of misfortune, awakened in the spring,
Girls show off themselves oats:
"Come to reap oats, my narrowed!"

And they ring the larks louder,
All the magnificent birch trees curls up
Spring early green,
Exactly chicks, hatch.

From straight rays, from oblique rains
The width of the earth-material blooms,
Wives conceived to carry children,
All