Василий Бутров - Я вернулся из Арконы
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Boriva
Pomeranian legend

To the cause of the church is zealous with the heart,
Dad sends a word to Roskilda
And going to Bodrichans
Preaches the crusade:

“Get up! You are not crowded
Those pagans are dashing
Raise the banner for faith, -
I let you go sins.

Henryr Lev to the Great battle
I got up, with me, called
He comes from Brunzovik
Start from the rear in Bodrichany.

Everyone who will disappear in this matter,
Who will fall under the sign of the godfather
Before their blood has cooled, -
They will be in the kingdom of heaven. "

And only the call penetrated into Doni,
The first was the bishop of Eric;
With him the monks, taking up armor,
Gather ashore.

Dahl Sven came, the son of Nilsa,
In his winged winged;
Together with him
Viking whip, sparkling with gold;

Both of the royal family
Both were drawn for the throne
But for a glorious campaign
The anger is interrupted between them.

And, like birds of seaside flock,
A lot of shells,
And rumble and brilliant,
They joined them from everywhere.

All the strings, building nearby,
The shore leave together
And, looking at the strength,
Says Bishop Eric:

"God is with us! Papa
Rev. Egoria, -
We will now defeat from the nutrape
All Slavic Pomerania! "

Sven said: “In a swear dispute
I'm not fighting anyone,
If only in the blue sea
We can’t meet Borivoy. ”

But laughing, from the stern of high
He says the whip: “There is no obstacle to us:
Boriva is now far away
Beats with the German at Arkona! "

And in merry all three,
With them a formidable squad,
Everyone floats in a mighty system
To the towers of the city of Volyn.

Suddenly, rising above the stern,
Sven tells them, the son of Nilsa:
“It gave me: over that rock
Like the forest stirred. "

The whip, looking at, answers:
“No, the forest is moving,”
Single nods a lot,
A mowing hits a mow. ”

The bishop stood up hastily,
With surprise in the gaze:
“What does I feel like a suse:
Horses are laughing on the blue sea! "

But the bishop in confusion
The pale monk answers:
“Not a neighing, then a guide
Borovoev Volynka. "

And suddenly where they play
Bursts white surfs,
They run out of the cape
Borivoy wave -cutting.

Painted sails
The sea is the blue covered
The banner developed in the wind
From the goddess Svyatovit,

Splashes oars, shine armor,
Axes ring steel,
And, like frantic horses,
Fighting pears are laughing.

And, with the initial ruling oak,
Himself in a scaly shirt
Boriva nods a Chub:
“Good afternoon, fathers monks!

I returned from Arkone
Where the fields from the blood go away,
But German banners
Under the walls they are not taken.

To the shreds of the breakdown,
We paid the debt to the Germans
And now they came to slap
You are shaved in the Gumenets! "

And under all sails
He hit them:
The boats with rooks suddenly knocked out -
And Sich went between them.

Then flying over the waves,
Then going into the abysses,
Side by side clutching the side,
The squads are cut with a cry;

Sparkles sprinkles, blood flowing,
Cracking and screaming in a closed battle,
The battle lasts before sunset, -
Swan with a whip does not give up.

But their strengthening are in vain:
From heavy steel blows
Gilded wings
From the helmet, Sven has already fallen;

In a brutal dispute
Knuta Strong chain mail,
And he rushes into the sea
With overturned chips;

And Bishop Eric, in the fight
The perch of a sensation above
He jumped without looking back
From his boat to someone else's;

Votes: “I will not regret
On the icon is nothing
Only in Roskilde as soon as possible
I would get away from Borivoy! "

And rowers in fear, too,
The strength of the hands of his double
Give: “Save us, God,
Protect from Borivoy! "

“Egg, Klobuchye tribe! -
Boriva screams next to him, -
You will breathe without giving time
Soon I will be in Doni myself!

To you in the middle of the sea or in the midst of sushi
I will lay my way
And your souls
I doom the Chernobog! "

It turned out to be badly, bad
In this battle famous;
On this day sea miracles
Their corpses got drunk.

And Lade in their open
There are many overturned
Blue