Хор Донских Казаков - Двенадцать Разбойников
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We will pray to the Lord God, we will tell the ancient past!
So in Solovki told us the monk honest pityim.

There were twelve robbers
Lived Kudeyar-Ataman,
The robbers shed a lot
Blood of honest Christians.

They rejected a lot of wealth,
Lived in a dense forest,
Kudeyar himself from under Kyiv himself
He stole a girl-beautiful.

We will pray to the Lord God, we will tell the ancient past!
So in Solovki told us the monk honest pityim.

In the afternoon, the lovers amused,
At night he created raids
Suddenly at a fierce robber
The Lord aroused conscience.

He threw his comrades
He threw raids to create
Kudeyar himself went to the monastery
God and people serve.

We will pray to the Lord God, we will tell the ancient past!
So in Solovki told us the monk honest pityim.

We pray to the Lord God,
We will serve him,
For kudeyara robber
We will pray to God.

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N.A. Nekrasov. Who lives well in Russia

We pray to the Lord God,
We will build an ancient past,
Told me in Solovki
Monk, father pithimim.

There were twelve robbers
Was Kudeyar - Ataman,
The robbers shed a lot
Blood of honest Christians,

They rejected a lot of wealth,
Lived in a dense forest,
Leader Kudeyar from Kyiv
He took out the girl-beautiful.

In the afternoon with a lovers, he was amused,
At night he created raids
Suddenly at a fierce robber
The Lord aroused conscience.

Sleep flew off; Disgraced
Drunkenness, murder, robbery,
The shadows of the dead are
A whole army - you will not consider it!

Fighted for a long time, opposed
The Lord is a human beast,
He demolished his head to the pairing
And Esaul spotted.

The villain led the conscience,
He dismissed his gang
READED OF THE Church property,
The knife near Rakita buried.

And the sins to be rejoiced
Goes to the coffin of the Lord,
Wandering, praying, repents,
It does not become easier for him.

Old man, in monastic clothes,
The sinner returned home
Lived under the canopy of the oldest
Oak, in the slums of the forest.

Day and night
Pray: let go of sins!
Bend the body torture
Let only save your soul!

God took pity on salvation
The path indicated the path:
Elder in prayer vigil
A certain saint appeared

Rivers "Not without God's Providence
You chose an oak of a century,
With the same knife that I robbed
Cut him with the same hand!

There will be a great work,
There will be a reward for labor;
The tree just collapses -
The chains of sin will fall. "

The hermit was measured:
Oak - three girths around!
I got a job with prayer
Cuts with a pins knife

Cuts an elastic tree,
The Lord sings fame,
Years go - moves
Slowly ahead.

What will share with the giant
Fruit, sick person?
I need iron forces here,
Need not a senile age!

In the heart, doubt is sneaked,
Cuts and hears the words:
"Hey old man, what are you doing?"
Crossed first

I looked - and Pan Glukhovsky
He sees a horse on a greyhound,
Pan is rich, noble,
The first in the other side.

A lot of cruel, terrible
The elder about Pan heard
And in teaching a sinner
He told his secret.

Pan grinned: "Salvation
I'm not tea for a long time
In the world, I read only a woman,
Gold, honor and wine.

It is necessary to live, older, in my opinion:
How many slaves are a gobe,
Tormented and hanging, I
And I would look as I sleep! "

The miracle with the hermit became:
Frantic anger felt
He rushed to Pan Glukhovsky,
The knife plunged into his heart!

Just a bloodied pan
Falled his head on the saddle
The tree collapsed huge,
The echo of the whole forest shocked.

The tree collapsed, rolled up
The burden of sins is from the monk! ..
We will pray to the Lord God:
Miloi, dark slaves!