9. Bonaparte and Montenegrins
“Montenegrins? what? —
Bonaparte inquired: —
True eh: this tribe is evil,
Not afraid of our powers?
So repent Well impudent:
Announce their elders,
To guns and daggers
All were carrying my feet”.
Here, he sends us the infantry
With hundreds of guns and mortars,
And his company of the Mamluks,
And kosmatыh cuirassier.
We have no desire to give up, —
Montenegrins are!
For the horses and infantry
The stones we have and ditches ......
We sat down in our burrow
And uninvited guests waiting, —
So they came to the mountains,
Destroying everything around.
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Go close under the rocks.
fled, confusion!.. look:
Over his head
Redcaps see number.
“Stay! Pali! Let each reset
Montenegrin one.
Here, the enemy does not ask for mercy:
Do not spare anyone w!”
guns roared, - fell
Red caps with six:
We lay down under them,
Preity between bushes.
Friendly volley answered
we French. – “What's this? —
surprise, they said; —
Echo, whether?” Not, not that!
Their Colonel fell.
With him one hundred and twenty persons.
His entire squad was troubled,
Who, how could, He launched into a run.
And the French hate
Since then, our free edge
And blush, Kolyo envy
Hat is not our vznachay.
10. Nightingale
My Nightingale, nightingale,
Small forest bird!
You eh, from small birds,
Indispensable three songs,
I Do, from fellow,
Three great care!
How much the first concern, —
Early in the young man married;
A second concern a, —
Raven is my horse is;
How much third-cares, —
Red-girl with me
Separated evil people.
You dig my grave
in the field, wide field,
In the minds of my plant
Aly little flowers-flowers,
And at the feet of my conduct
Pure water klyuchevuyu.
Pass by the red girls,
So spletut themselves venochky.
Go past the old people,
So the water itself scoop.
11. A song about George Black
Not two wolves in the ravine bite,
Father and son in a cave curse.
Petro old son reproaches:
“you rebel, damned villain!
Do not you fear the Lord God,
Where you compete with the Sultan,
War with Belgrade pashoyu!
Al with two heads were you born?
Intermittent you imagine, accursed,
But why are you ruining the whole Serbia?”
Meets George gloomily:
“of mind, old man, it is seen, survived,
If barking mad speech”.
Petro Old Forest was angry,
Forest he swears, rages.
He wants to go to Belgrade,
Turks give oslushnogo son,
Declare refuge Serbs.
He comes out of the dark cave;
George the old man catches:
“Vorotysya, father, vorotysya!
Let me involuntary word”.
Old Petro does not listen, threatens -
"This is the, robber, you will!»
His son forward runs,
The old man bows down at the feet of.
I do not look at old son Petro.
Catching up with him again George
And enough for sivuyu plait.
“gate, love the Lord thy God:
You do not lead me into temptation!”
The old man pushed him angrily
And he went on the road Belgrade.
Bitterly, George cried bitterly,
Pistol from his belt, he took,
cocked, and the I fired immediately.
cried Petro, staggered:
"Help me, Georgy, I'm hurt!»
And I fell down and died on the way.
Son ran into the cave returned;
His mother came out to meet him.
"What, Georgy, what happened to Petro?»
George responds harshly:
“At dinner the old man drunk drunk
And I fell asleep on the road Belgrade.
I guessed it, screamed:
“Whether the god you are cursed, the black,
Kohl you killed his own father!”
Since then, George P.
People surnamed Black.
12. voivod Milos
Over Serbia have mercy on you, Christ!
Seize us wolves Janissaries!
Without guilt we head cut,
Our wives offend, defame,
Sons in captivity take,
Red girls make a mockery
Sing a song to be ashamed of
And dance infidel Dance.
Old people even agree with us:
Appeased us they stopped, —
Oh, and it intolerable violence.
Guslar we reproach in the eyes:
How long is my only weapon you mirvolit janissaries?
How long is my only weapon you endure slaps?
Or you really do not Serbs, - Roma?
Whether or not you men, - old woman?
You throw your white houses,
Leave in Veliyskoe Gorge, —
There is preparing to storm the Turks,
There his wife sobyraet
Old Serbin, governor Milos.
13. ghoul
Vanya was the coward poor:
Once he later times,
All in sweat, pale with fear,
Through the cemetery walking home.
Poor Vanya barely breathes,
Stumbling, just wanders
on the graves; Suddenly he hears,
Someone bone, growling, gnaws.
Vanya began; - can not step.
God! thinks poor,
This is true of bone Eating
Krasnoguby Ghoul.
above! I am not a small strong;
I eat quite a ghoul,
If he lands the grave
I do not eat with prayer.
What? instead Ghoul -
(You imagine the anger Wani!)
In the darkness before him dog
At the grave gnaws a bone.
