6. Hayduk Hryzych
In the cave, on a sharp stone
Hiding the soldier brave Hrizich.
With him his wife Katerina,
With him his two cute son,
They can not be out of the cave vydti.
Guard their evil enemies.
If they are a little head would lift,
They immediately took aim forty guns.
Three days they, three nights did not eat,
We drank only water rain,
Accumulated in a hollow stone.
On the fourth rose-red sun,
And the water in the basin dried up.
Then the rumor, sigh, Catherine:
"God! have mercy on our souls!»
And fell dead to the ground.
Hrizich, looking at it, cried,
Sons cry when it does not dare;
They just wipe them with the eyes,
As they turned away from Hrizich.
On the fifth day the eldest son mad,
He began to look at the dead mother,
If the wolf at the sleeping goat.
His brother, saw it, frightened.
He cried, his older brother:
“dear brother! not destroy your soul;
You get drunk hot my blood,
And we'll die of starvation,
Shall we go out from the grave
Blood sucking our enemies sleeping”.
Hrizich stood up and remarked: “Full!
better bullet, than hunger and thirst”.
And all three of them off a cliff into the valley
elope, like rabid wolves.
Seven of them are killed every,
Seven bullets each shot through;
Head enemies have cut off
And their spears planted, —
A and then look at them did not dare.
So it was terrible Hrizich sons.
7. Funeral song Iakinfa Maglanovicha
With God, a long journey!
The path will you find, Heavy.
The moon is shining; night clear;
Glass vыpyta to the bottom.
Bullet easier fever;
Volen died you, as he lived.
your enemy raced carelessly;
But your son killed him.
Remember us beyond the grave,
Kohl get away somehow;
From my father, dear brother,
Do not forget to bow!
You tell him, the wound
I really healed;
I care, - and his son Jan
I gave birth to the hostess.
In honor of his grandfather he was named Jan;
Smart boy I;
Already owns ataganom
And shoot a gun.
My daughter lives in Lizgore;
With her husband she was not bored there.
Tvark long since gone into the sea;
Alive Or Not, - know yourself.
With God, a long journey!
The path will you find, Heavy.
The moon is shining; night clear;
Glass vыpyta to the bottom.
8. Marco Yakubovich
At the gate, I sat Marco Yakubovich;
Before him sat his Zoe,
A boy playing at their doorstep.
On the way to him is a stranger,
He is pale and almost dragging his feet,
He asks to drink, for god's sake.
Zoe got up and went to the waters,
And passers-by made a scoop,
And passers-by to the bottom drank it,
here, drunk, says he Marche:
"It's under the mountain we'll see?»
Meets Marco Yakubovich:
"That our ancestral graveyard".
Says an unknown passer-by:
“I rest in your graveyard,
Because I'm not live long”.
Here he rozvil wide belt,
Seems Marche bloody gash.
“Three days, - said the, - I wear a heart
Busurmana lead bullet.
I die, You Bury my body
over the hill, Under green yvoy.
And with me to put my sword,
Because I had a glorious warrior”.
Zoe supported stranger,
And Marco began to examine the wound.
Suddenly said the young Zoe:
“help me, Marco, I can not
Support our guests share”.
Then he saw Marco Yakubovich,
What passerby died at the hands of her.
Marko village on a horse Voronoho,
He took with him the dead body
And I went with him to the cemetery.
There's a deep dug grave
And the dead man was buried with a prayer.
Here goes the week, other,
He became thin son Mark;
He ceased to run and frolic,
All lying on the matting so groaning.
By Yakubovich kaluer comes, —
I looked at the child and said:
“Your son is ill dangerous diseases;
Look at the white's neck:
Do you see the bloody wound?
This vampire teeth, believe me”.
The entire village of elder kaluerom
Immediately went to the cemetery;
There dug grave passerby,
see, - rosy and fresh corpse, —
nails rose, as a raven's claws,
A charge overgrown beard,
Red blood smeared lips, —
Full of blood deep grave.
Marco Bednыy range zamahnulsya,
But the dead man screamed and promptly
From the grave in the woods set off at a run.
He ran faster, than a horse,
Stirrups sharp yazvima;
And kustochki under him and bent,
A bitches and cracked wood,
breaking, like frozen twigs.
Kaluer burial ground
A sick child just wiped,
And all day it did on prayer.
At sunset red sun
Zoe said her husband:
“remember? exactly two weeks ago,
At this time died the evil passerby”.
Suddenly the dog began to howl loudly,
Otvorylas door itself,
And the giant went, leaning,
he sat down, legs tucked under him,
Head touching the ceiling.
He stared fixedly at Mark,
Still looking at him Marco,
Fascinated by his terrible eye;
but the old man, prayer book to reveal,
I lit a cypress branch,
And blew smoke on the giant.
And shook vampire cursed,
In rushed the door and set off running,
if the wolf, hunter hunted.
On the other day in the same time
dog barking, the door opened,
And the man came into the unknown.
He was an increase, how to recruit Tsesarskaya.
He sat in silence and looked at Marco;
But the old man drove his prayer.
dwarf entered the third day of small, —
if he could sit in the rat verhom,
But blazed his evil eyes.
And the old man for the third time he drove,
And since then, since he did not come back.
