"The Tale of the Old Cossack"

Pacukov Alexey • Painting
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Evening. Quiet in Zaporozhye,
Only crickets chatter to the beat,
Sun aloe oblique, runs away,
Soon the gloom.

Cossacks are walking tired,
Gathering by the fire
Wolves howl somewhere in the field
Seeing the smoke from the fire.

Grandfather Patsuk, frowning,
A piece by moving the belt
I splashed my fingers over the strings
Tale telling me:

"Unuchok, listen to your grandfather, but remember all the words!
Tell them to your grandchildren, Schaub even remember when .. "

For a moment, my grandfather stopped, wrinkles sadness passed,
Or the pain of the picture that suddenly came to mind.

"We are dashing Cossacks, Zaporozhye is our mother!”
The free will is our woman, the field is the best bed!

On defense, on the outskirts, we serve our native land,
We were killed here not a little, pounded - in twins.

But we did not dare to bend, they beat the busurmans
Sho and Poles and Poles wiped out tokmo-so!

We beat the enemies right!, Not sparing our bones,
We have taught you, be good, all not asked guests!

They were driven to their huts, busurmans, non-Christians!
Shoby remembered the padluks, we do not have a crab of guests!

Their bumps and important ones drowned right in the Vistula,
Showed them sho z nama, better bilshe ne jest!

We do not require their faith! Ihni tzatski - we threshing floor!
Our faith is Orthodox! Our gold is grain!

Our fields are wealth! Rivers clean - our blood!
Horse and saber - do you need it ?! - Will Motherland and all!

And I punish the ancestors;
To remember and know Russia was and is - strong!

From enemies to flee - ne dilo! Tse master on the Pole!
The Russian Cossack Ne Drogne! So it was like that! "

A lot, what else grandpa told, about that - later,
We have been listening for a long time about life, about campaigns over the "hill".

The strings sounded so sweet, the bonfire shot like a beat,
I warmed up, calmed down, and covered everything sweetly with darkness ...


© Copyright: Alexey Patsukov, 2018
Certificate publication number 118011806353
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