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And in the capital city in Kiev,
What is affectionate Prince Vladimir,
It started, started up, and at an honest feast,
A feast was started on fun
For many, for princes and for boyars.
But he does not call, after all, to himself and to an honorable feast
Strong mighty heroes,
And then Ilyusha comes, but he is not called.
Did the sun himself laugh:
Yes, whom did he give cities,
Yes, he gave someone with the suburbs,
Yes, he gave someone and villages,
Yes, he gave villages and with villages.
Here the princess would say:
“You are a goy, father, Prince Vladimir!
You hit everyone, you stung everyone,
Only one daring good fellow
You did not give, did not complain,
What is the name of Ilya Muromets!
“You are a goy, unreasonable princess!
I will give the good luck to the young man
With the gifts that came to me
From a Tatar, from Busurmanov:
I will give him that sable fur coat.
Ilya Muromets takes a fur coat by one sleeve
And beats a fur coat on the brick floor,
And he himself says to the fur coat:
“God tells me to beat a fur coat
About the brick floor
Does God tell me to beat
Tatarina Busurmanova?
Here the princes and boyars said:
“Goy, father, Prince Vladimir!
Your gifts of love came to all of us,
To one remote young man
Those gifts did not come out of love,
What is the name of Ilya Muromets "
Yes, the sun, Prince Vladimir, got angry
And ordered something, after all,
Prince Vladimir and Stolno-Kiev
Take a remote good fellow,
That by the name of Ilya Muromets.
It was to bring him to the high mountains,
Throw it into deep cellars
Close with iron bars,
To pile on a thicket-cartilage stone,
And starve him to death.
And the strong Kiev heroes
And they got angry here at the prince at Vladimir,
They soon mounted good horses,
And they left for the open field,
In that expanse in the wide.
“But we won’t, because we live more in Kiev,
And we will not serve Prince Vladimir!
The princess was smart
I dug digs under those cellars,
Watered and fed a good fellow,
What is the name of Ilya Muromets.
Yes, it's been three years here.
From under the white curly birches,
From under the wonderful cross of Levanidov
Four golden-horned rounds walked and ran out.
It happened to go tours past Kiev-grad,
Past that city wall.
They saw over Kiev wonderful wonderful wonderful,
They saw over Kiev marvelous marvelous marvelous:
And along that city wall
A red-souled maiden walks,
Holds a book to Levanidov in his hands
No matter how much he reads, he cries twice.
And the tours ran away from Kiev,
And they met their own mother Turkish,
And met the Turkish - greeted:
"Hello, Turkish mother dear!"
“Hello tours, little kids!
Where did you walk, where did you run?
“We walked, ran past Kiev glorious city,
As we have seen over Kiev wonderful wonderful wonderful.
As we saw over Kiev marvelous marvelous marvelous:
And along the city wall
How the red-souled maiden walked,
He holds a book to Levanidov in his hands,
No matter how much he reads, he cries twice.
Golden-horned turkey says:
“Ay you, stupid tours, little kids
Not a girl walks here, a red soul,
And then the wall-mother of the city was crying,
She betrayed a great misfortune."
Isn't it like a wave breaking on the sea,
And not the blue sea shook,
Ay got excited, but Kalin is the king,
Evil Kalin, Tsar Kalinovich,
To the glorious, to the capital Kiev-grad,
To the sun of Prince Vladimir,
Ay, how is he to holy Russia
With its vile power:
With forty kings-princes,
With forty king-princes,
Everyone had strength
All the forces were refueled,
Everyone had a strength of forty thousand,
The dog of Tsar Kalin himself has no estimate!
He did not reach Kiev for seven miles,
Kalin stood at the fast Dnieper;
Gathered with him the strength of a hundred miles
In all four directions.
Why won't mother earth bend,
Why not break up?
And from a couple it was from horse meat
And the month, the sun faded,
Do not see a beam of white light;
As from a cry from a human,
As from the neighing of a horse
The human heart desponds.
And from the spirit of the Tatar
We cannot be baptized alive!
And spread the force across the open field,
And he himself went, the dog, from the goodness of the horse.
Kalin sat down on a chair,
Wrote cursive labels,
He did not write with ink - with red gold, -
To the capital city to Kiev,
To the affectionate prince, to Vladimir.
And the thief dog Kalin tsar walks
By that strength, by the filthy one.
“Ah, you, my faithful servants!
Who knows how to bait in Russian,
Mumble to yourself in Tatar?
And a filthy Tatar was found:
And by measure that Tatar is three fathoms,
Head on a Tatar with a beer cauldron,
Which is a cauldron of forty buckets,
With a beer cauldron forty buckets,
An oblique sazhen between the shoulders.
Knows how to bait in Russian,
And mumble to yourself in Tatar.
“Oh, you, my faithful servant,
Take labels in white hands
Come on, ambassador, to the capital city of Kiev,
To the affectionate prince to the wide yard.
Stand the horse in the middle of the wide yard,
Go yourself to the white-stone chamber:
And do not bow to the Russian God,
And don't hit the prince with your forehead,
Don't give him a wild head.
Put labels on his oak table
From wisdom the word is written
What will the king of the capital Kiev-grad take Kaliya,
And to captivate Prince Vladimir,
Let God's churches go up in smoke."
The Tatar sat on a good horse,
I went to the city to Kiev,
To the affectionate Prince Vladimir.
And he will be, a Tatar, in Kiev
In the middle of the princely court;
The Tatar rode from the good horse,
Does not knit a horse, does not order;
He runs into the Gridnya into the light,
But the image of the Savior does not pray,
Prince Vladimir does not bow,
And in Kiev he calls people nothing;
Threw labels on the round table wonderfully.
Before Grand Duke Vladimir.
Departed, the Tatar said a word:
“Vladimir Prince of Stolno-Kiev!
And quickly hand over to us Kiev-grad,
Without a fight, without a great fight,
And without that bloodshed in vain!
And the Tatar leaves Kiev.
Prince Vladimir was sad,
And hastily printed and looked through the labels,
Looking at the labels, the world cried:
“And now I have angered the heroes,
All the heroes have gone
And the old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
Planted him in a deep cellar
And starved him to death."
Princess da Apraksin says:
“Maybe the old Cossack, Ilya Muromets, is alive,
It happens that he will go to Kiev-grad, will try?
Vladimir Prince answers her:
“You goy, thou unreasonable princess!
Take off your big head
Will it grow to the shoulders?
So will he be alive in three years
Good good fellow,
What is the name of Ilya Muromets?
The princess says to Prince Vladimir:
“Send only, he is sitting alive!”
Prince Vladimir went out on the red porch,
He shouted in a loud voice
Servants faithful, unchanged:
“You are a goy, faithful servants!
You go to the high mountains"
Break up the thickets-cartilage stones,
Pull apart the iron bars!”
Send the servants to the high mountains,
Ruined thickets-cartilage stones,
The iron bars were opened.
And Prince Vladimir enters the deep cellars.
And the old Cossack Ilya Muromets sits,
Sitting at an oak table
And Ilyunya's wax candle burns,
And he reads the Gospel book.
Vladimir Prince Ilya fell on his right foot:
“Hey you, old Cossack Ilya Muromets!
And you do not know the great adversity:
And to the glorious city to Kiev
The filthy thief Kalin the tsar came here.
Get out of the cellar, Ilya.
Go, try for the sake of the house of the Most Holy
Mother of God,

And for the sake of the cathedral churches!”
Ilya Muromets went out into the light of God.
He puts on armor, those chain mail are gilded,
And he bridles, saddles a good horse,
Ilya sat on a good horse,
And he went from the city, from Kiev;
Prince Volodymyr sees him off
Elijah said this:
“There is nothing you, sovereign, do not be sad.
God save us,
And not that the Most Pure and save everyone!
Ilya went out into the open field.
And he drove up to the Tatar troops,
Look at the Tatar troops.
Ay, like silushki on an open field,
What a small forest and noisy,
You can't see the edge or the shore!
And how are the signs in the open field?
Ai, as if the dry woods of the flame!
There is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He went to the expanse of a clean field,
I could not end the edge of the silushki to run into.
And climbs a high mountain,
I looked at everything on three or four sides,
I looked at the Tatar silushka,
I could not see the end of the edge of power!
And from the first mountain Ilya, yes, he descends,
He climbs another mountain
I looked under the east side;
But on that side and under the east,
And I saw a white tent in the field there.
He came down from that high mountain
And he rode across the clear field.
Ilya comes here and to the white tent.
Is it in the field near the white tent
And there are twelve heroic horses,
They kill millet and beloyarov.
Ilya sees here and such is the case:
And the Russian horses are standing here:
Godfather Samson Samoylovich
And his brothers of the cross, after all,
Crusade brothers, named.
He tied a horse here to a chiseled post,
Allowed to millet and beloyarova.
Ilya came here in a white tent:
And he crosses his eyes, yes, in writing,
Bow-from he leads yes in a learned way,
Ilyon worships on all sides,
And to the godfather he is a special father:
“Hello you, godfather, you are my father,
Samson son Samoylovich!
Hello, my brothers of the cross,
And the brotherhood of the cross, named!
They saw Ilya Muromets,
And soon, after all, they jumped on frisky legs:
“Hello, old Cossack Ilya Muromets!
They said - you are planted in a deep cellar
Whether it is with the prince, with Vladimir,
And you are mortally hungry,
And you, right, old man, but you’re still alive!”
And the old Cossack Ilya Muromets says;
“Oh, you, my godfather, father,
Samson son Samoylovich,
And all the brethren of the Cross, named

And let's go to the great help:
Opposite we will go to Tsar Kalin!
Godfather Samson Samoylovich says:
"Ah, you, beloved godson,"
Old Cossack Ilya Muromets!
And we won’t even saddle horses,
And we will not sit on good horses,
I have a strong commandment:
I would not be in the city in Kiev,
I would not look at the prince, at Vladimir
And do not look at Princess Apraksia,
And I would no longer stand for Kiev-grad:
He has many yes princes, boyars,
Feeds them and waters and favors,
We have nothing from the prince, from Vladimir!
And the old Cossack Ilya Muromets says:

And not for the sake of after all, we are prince and Vladimir,
And not for the sake of we are the princess and Apraksin,
For the sake of the house of the Most Holy Theotokos,
And for the sake of mother holy Russia-land,
And for the sake of that Orthodox faith,
Yes, for the sake of widows, orphans, poor people
Put half the sin on me!
You saddle-tko good horses,
And you sit on good horses

And Samson Samoilovich says:
“No, my beloved godson!
My great sin
I will not go to stand for Kiev-grad!
“Father godfather, Samson Samoylovich!
Put all the sin on me!
- You saddle-tko good horses,
And you sit on good horses,
And let's go to the great help,
On the contrary we will go to Tsar Kalin!
Here is his godfather, father
And all his brethren named
Let's go to the great help,
Opposite the king, yes they are Kalina.
We went to a high mountain,
And here they looked at the strength of the filthy one,
And that power stands in an open field,
Like the blue sea is swaying!
Here they set up a tent,
They went to bed, but having slept to keep.
Ilya Muromets can’t sleep, he’s a little confused,
And here the brethren of the cross fell asleep.
Ilya gets up on frisky feet,
And after all, Ilya came out of the white tent:
“Is it still in Kiev in the old way,
Is it still the same in Kiev?”
And they ring the plakun bell in Kiev.
And Ilya sat down on a good horse,
And descends from the mountain from the high
And whether for the thuja force, for the Tatar one.
And he beats the force for three days, without surrendering,
Do not give up Ilya and do not beer,
And from the horse's good Ilya, yes, do not get down,

And it beats the force, yes, it is six den, without eating,
Not eating Ilya, but not drinking,
And with the goodness of the horse Ilya, but not getting down,
And I don’t give a good rest to the horse.
His good-from the horse yes uttered:
“Hey you, old Cossack and Ilya Muromets.
Tame, you are a heroic heart!
The dog of the king-Kalina has an eye,
Three deep trenches were dug,
I'll jump into the dig - I'll jump up,
I will carry you, Ilya;
And I’ll jump into another - I’ll jump up,
I will carry you, Ilya;
And in the third I will jump - I will rise,
I can’t bear you, Ilyushenka!”
And his heroic heart flared up,
His right hand waved;
He sent his horse into a deep dig:
He jumped into the tunnel - jumped up,
Jumped into the other - jumped up,
In the third he jumped - he jumped up,
Ilya could not bear it.
And his horse ran away and into the open field,
It was he who began, after all, to run around the field.
Yes, those filthy Tatars came:
They tied his white hands
Silk ropes are strong
And they brought Kalina to the dog.
The thief dog Kalin tsar says:
“Oh, you old Cossack, yes Ilya Muromets!
Somewhere you alone can beat my great strength!
Yes, sit down with me at the same table,
Eat you eat my sugar,
Yes, and drink my honey drink,
Put on my precious clothes
And hold on to my gold treasury,
Hold the gold treasury according to need.
Don't serve Prince Vladimir
Yes, serve the dog to Tsar Kalin!
Ilya says yes this is the word:
“But I won’t sit down with you at the same table,
I won't eat your sugary yams,
I will not drink your honey drinkers,
I will not wear your precious clothes,
I will not keep your countless golden treasury,
I will not serve you dog, Tsar-Kalina!
And I will stand for the capital city of Kiev,
And I will stand for the church for God,
- And I will stand for the prince for Vladimir,
And with the one with the princess with Apraksia!
Say something dog-thief Kalin king:
“Tatar, take Ilya into the open field,
Cut off Ilya's wild head!
And they took Ilya into the open field.
They lead past the cathedral church,
Ilya will pray here and to all the saints.
As from far, far away, from a pure field,
Runs here to
Ilyoshenka and a good horse,
Ah, he grabbed with his teeth for those silk fetters,
He freed his hands and white ones,
And Ilya jumped up on a good horse,
Then Ilya went out into the open field,
And Ilya pulled his tight bow,
Imposes a red-hot arrow,
He himself said to the arrow:
“Fly you, arrow, above the dark forests,
And fall, my arrow, neither on water nor on land,
Not in a dark forest, not in an open field,
Fall, my arrow, on that mountain, on the high one,
Break through that hipped roof,
You fall, arrow, on a white chest
To my father, to my godfather!
Give me a little scratch
A small scratch, but not a big one:
He sleeps there, cools off,
And I can't do it alone here
That arrow flew
Above the dark forests
And she did not fall on the water or on the ground,
An arrow flew here, but on a high mountain,
She broke through that hipped roof,
And she fell to her godfather and on her white chest;
I made a scratch and a little one,
A small scratch but not a big one.
And from sleep here the godfather wakes up,
And he says this word:
“Get up, brothers of the cross!
It’s true, my goddaughter doesn’t get confused!
Ah, strong mighty heroes stood up here,
Soon they got up on frisky feet,
They sat on good horses,
And they went down from the high mountain,
They attacked the filthy Tatars:
And they beat them, break them, destroy them in the end;
The exhausted Tatars went on the run,
They themselves swear:
“God forbid we come to Kiev,
God forbid we see Russian people!”
The thief-dog Kalin the king went from the city, from Kiev,
He himself says this:
“I will order for children and grandchildren
Ride to the city to Kiev!
And Vladimir the prince and Stolio-Kiev
He started here and his honorable feast:
And the red sun at evening,
And the feast is honorable and all with fun,
And Vladimir the prince is so much-Kiev
Favors strong, mighty heroes:
Gives cities yes with suburbs
And gives countless gold to the treasury!

Prince Vladimir started an honorable feast and did not call Ilya of Muromets. The hero took offense at the prince; he went out into the street, pulled a tight bow, began to shoot at the church silver domes, at the gilded crosses and shouted to the peasants of Kiev: “Collect the gilded crosses and silver church domes, bring them to the circle - to the drinking house. Let's start our feast-table for all the peasants of Kiev!
Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev was angry, ordered to put Ilya Muromets in a deep cellar for three years.
And Vladimir's daughter ordered to make the keys to the cellar and, secretly from the prince, ordered to feed and water the glorious hero, sent him soft feather beds, downy pillows.
How much, how little time has passed, a messenger rode to Kiev from Tsar Kalin. He waved the doors wide open, without asking he ran into the prince's tower, threw a messenger letter to Vladimir. And in the letter it is written: “I order you, Prince Vladimir, to quickly and quickly clear the streets of the Streltsy and the large courtyards of the princes and instruct all the streets and alleys of foamy beer, standing mead and green wine, so that my army would have something to eat in Kiev. If you don't follow orders, blame yourself. I will shake Russia with fire. I will ruin Kiev-city and put you and the princess to death. I give you three days."
Prince Vladimir read the letter, grieved, saddened. He walks around the upper room, sheds burning tears, wipes himself with a silk handkerchief:
- Oh, why did I put Ilya Muromets in a deep cellar and ordered that cellar to be covered with yellow sand! Go, is our defender not alive now? And there are no other heroes in Kiev now. And there is no one to stand up for the faith, for the Russian land, no one to stand up for the capital city, to defend me with the princess and my daughter!
“Father-prince of Stolno-Kiev, they didn’t order me to be executed, let me say a word,” said Vladimir’s daughter. Our Ilya Muromets is alive and well. I secretly gave water to you, fed him, cared for him. Forgive me, self-willed daughter!
“You are clever, you are intelligent,” Prince Vladimir praised his daughter.
He grabbed the key to the cellar and ran after Ilya Muromets himself. He brought him to the white-stone chambers, hugged, kissed the hero, treated him with sugar dishes, gave him sweet overseas wines, spoke these words:
- Don't be angry. Ilya Muromets! Let what was between us, bylyom grow. We've been hit by misfortune. The dog Kalin-Tsar approached the capital city of Kiev, led countless hordes. Russia is threatening to ruin, to roll with fire. Kiev-city to ruin, to captivate all the people of Kiev, and now there are no heroes. Everyone is standing at the outposts and has gone on patrols. I have all my hope for you alone glorious hero Ilya Muromets!
Once Ilya Muromets cool off, treat himself at the princely table. He quickly went to his yard. First of all, he visited his prophetic horse. The horse, well-fed, smooth, well-groomed, neighed happily when he saw the owner.
Parobok [Parobok is a squire.] Ilya Muromets said to his:
- Thank you for taking care of the horse! And he began to saddle the horse. First he put on a sweatshirt, and on the sweatshirt he put felt, on the felt a Cherkasy unseasoned saddle. He tightened twelve silk girths with damask studs, with red gold buckles, not for beauty, for pleasing, for the sake of a heroic fortress: silk girths stretch, do not tear, damask steel bends, does not break, and red gold buckles do not rust. Ilya himself was equipped with heroic battle armor. He had a damask mace with him, a long spear, girded a combat sword, grabbed a travel shalyga [Shalyga - a staff with a bent handle.] Road trip and drove into an open field. He sees that there are many Tatar forces near Kiev. From the cry of a man and from the neighing of a horse, the human heart desponds. Wherever you look, nowhere can you see the end-edge of the force-hordes of the enemy.
Ilya Muromets rode out, climbed a high hill, he looked towards the east and saw white-linen tents far, far away in an open field. He directed there, urged the horse, saying: “It is clear that our Russian heroes are standing there, they do not know about misfortune, trouble.”
And soon he drove up to the white-linen tents, went into the tent of the largest [Largest - the most important.] hero Samson Samoylovich, his godfather. And the heroes at that time dined. Ilya Muromets spoke:
- Bread and salt, Holy Russian heroes!
Samson Samoylovich answered:
- Come on, perhaps, our glorious hero Ilya Muromets! Sit down with us to dine, taste the bread and salt!
Here the heroes got up on frisky legs, greeted Ilya Muromets, hugged him, kissed him three times, invited him to the table.
Thank you, brothers of the cross. I didn’t come to dine, but I brought joyless, sad news, ”Ilya Muromets said. - There is an army near Kiev - an uncountable force. The dog Kalin-Tsar is threatening to take our capital city and burn it down, cut down all the Kiev peasants, steal their wives and daughters in full, ruin the churches, bring Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraksia to an evil death. And I came to call you to fight with the enemies!
The heroes answered those speeches:
- We will not, Ilya Muromets, saddle horses, we will not go to fight, fight for Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraksia. They have many close princes and boyars. Grand Duke Stolno-Kiev gives them water, feeds them and favors them, but we have nothing from Vladimir and Apraksia Korolevichnaya. Do not persuade us, Ilya Muromets!
Ilya Muromets did not like those speeches. He mounted his good horse and rode up to the hordes of the enemy. He began to trample on the strength of enemies with a horse, stab with a spear, chop with a sword and beat with a roadside shalyga. Beats, strikes tirelessly. And the heroic horse under him spoke in human language:
- Do not beat you, Ilya Muromets, enemy forces. Tsar Kalin has powerful bogatyrs and polyanitsy [Polyanytsy - bogatyrs, horsewomen.] remote, and deep digs have been dug in the open field. As soon as we sit down in the digs, I will jump out of the first dig and I will jump out of the other dig and I will carry you out, Ilya, and at least I will jump out of the third dig, but I won’t be able to carry you out.
Ilya did not like those speeches. He raised a silk whip, began to beat the horse on steep hips, saying:
- Oh, you, a traitor dog, wolf meat, a grass bag! I feed, sing you, take care of you, and you want to destroy me!
And then the horse with Ilya sank into the first dig. From there, the faithful horse jumped out, carried the hero on himself. And again the hero began to beat the enemy force, like mowing grass. And another time the horse with Ilya sank into a deep dig. And from this tunnel a frisky horse carried the hero.
Beats Ilya Muromets Tatars, says:
- Do not go yourself and order your children-grandchildren to go to fight in Great Russia forever and ever.
At that time, they sank with the horse into the third deep dig. His faithful horse jumped out of the tunnel, but Ilya Muromets could not bear it. The Tatars ran to catch the horse, but the faithful horse did not give up, he galloped far into the open field. Then dozens of heroes, hundreds of warriors attacked Ilya Muromets in a dig, tied him up, handcuffed him, and brought him to the tent to Tsar Kalin. Kalin-Tsar met him kindly and friendly, ordered to untie-unchain the hero:
- Sit down, Ilya Muromets, with me, Tsar Kalin, at a single table, eat whatever your heart desires, drink my honey drinks. I will give you precious clothes, I will give you, as necessary, a golden treasury. Do not serve Prince Vladimir, but serve me, Tsar Kalin, and you will be my neighbor boyar prince!
Ilya Muromets looked at Tsar Kalin, grinned unkindly and said:
- I will not sit at the same table with you, I will not eat your dishes, I will not drink your honey drinks, I do not need precious clothes, I do not need countless golden treasuries. I will not serve you - the dog Tsar Kalin! And henceforth I will faithfully defend, defend Great Russia, stand for the capital city of Kiev, for my people and for Prince Vladimir. And I’ll tell you more: you’re stupid, the dog Kalin-tsar, if you think in Russia to find traitors-defectors!
He swung open the carpet-curtain door and jumped out of the tent. And there the guards, the royal guards, fell on Ilya Muromets in a cloud: some with shackles, some with ropes, they get along to tie-forge the unarmed.
Yes, it was not there! The mighty hero tensed up, tensed up: he scattered and scattered the infidels and slipped through the enemy force-army into an open field, into a wide expanse.
He whistled to the heroic retinue and, out of nowhere, his faithful horse came running with armor and equipment. Ilya Muromets rode out on a high hill, pulled a tight bow and sent a red-hot arrow, saying himself: “You fly, red-hot arrow, into the white tent, fall, arrow, on the white chest of my godfather, slip and make a small scratch. He will understand: it can be bad for me alone in battle. An arrow hit Samson's tent.
Samson the hero woke up, jumped up on frisky legs and shouted in a loud voice:
- Get up, mighty Russian heroes! A red-hot arrow flew from the godson - bad news: he needed help in the battle with the Saracens. In vain, after all, he would not have sent an arrow. You saddle, without delay, good horses, and we will go to fight not for the sake of Prince Vladimir, but for the sake of the Russian people and to the rescue of the glorious Ilya Muromets!
Soon twelve heroes jumped to the rescue, and Ilya Muromets with them in the thirteenth. They pounced on the hordes of the enemy, nailed down, trampled down all the innumerable force with their horses, took Tsar Kalin himself in full, brought them to the chambers of Prince Vladimir. And Kalin the king spoke:
- Do not execute me, Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev, I will pay tribute to you and order my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren to never go to Russia with a sword, but to live in peace with you. In that we will sign the letter.
Here the old-fashioned epic ended, the blue sea to silence, and kind people to obedience.

Iho, bored at the prince in the upper room.

There is no one to advise the prince with, no one to feast with, go hunting with ... Not a single hero comes to Kiev.

And Ilya is sitting in a deep cellar. Iron bars are locked on the locks, the bars are littered with oak, rhizomes, covered with yellow sand for a fortress. Not even a gray mouse can get to Ilya.

Then death would have come to the old one, but the prince had a clever daughter. She knows that Ilya Muromets could protect Kiev-grad from enemies, could stand up for the Russian people, protect both mother and Prince Vladimir from grief.

So she was not afraid of the prince's wrath, took the keys from her mother, ordered her faithful servants to dig secret tunnels to the cellar and began to bring food and sweet honey to Ilya Muromets.

Ilya is sitting in the cellar alive and well, and Vladimir thinks that he has been dead for a long time.

Once the prince sits in the upper room, he thinks a bitter thought. Suddenly he hears - someone is galloping along the road, hooves are beating, as if thunder is rumbling. The boarded gates fell down, the whole chamber trembled, the floorboards in the passage jumped. The doors were torn off the forged hinges, and a Tatar entered the room - an ambassador from the Tatar Tsar Kalin himself.

The messenger himself is as tall as an old oak, his head is like a beer cauldron.

The messenger gives the prince a letter, and in that letter it is written:

“I, Tsar Kalin, ruled the Tatars, the Tatars are not enough for me, I wanted Russia. You surrender to me, prince of Kiev, otherwise I will burn all of Russia with fire, trample on horses, harness men to carts, chop children and old people, I will make you, prince, guard the horses, the princess - bake cakes in the kitchen.

Here Prince Vladimir burst into tears, burst into tears, went to Princess Apraksia:

What are we going to do, princess?! I angered all the heroes, and now there is no one to protect us. I killed the faithful Ilya of Muromets with a stupid, starving death. And now we have to flee from Kiev.

His young daughter says to the prince:

Let's go, father, to look at Ilya, maybe he is still alive in the cellar.

Oh, you foolish fool! If you take your head off your shoulders, will it grow back? Can Ilya go without food for three years? For a long time already, his bones crumbled to dust ...

And she says one thing:

Send the servants to look at Ilya.

The prince sent to dig deep cellars, to open iron grates.

The servants of the cellar opened, and there Ilya was sitting alive, a candle was burning in front of him. His servants saw him and rushed to the prince.

The prince and princess went down to the cellars. Prince Ilya bows to the damp earth:

Help us, Ilyushenka, the Tatar army has overlaid Kiev with its suburbs. Come out, Ilya, from the cellar, stand by me.

I sat in the cellars for three years by your decree, I don’t want to stand for you!

The princess bowed to him:

Stay for me, Ilya Ivanovich!

For you, I will not leave the cellar.

What to do here? The prince prays, the princess cries, but Ilya does not want to look at them.

A young princely daughter came out here, bowed to Ilya Muromets:

Not for the prince, not for the princess, not for me, young, but for poor widows, for small children, come out, Ilya Ivanovich, from the cellar, you stand up for the Russian people, for your native Russia!

Ilya got up here, straightened his heroic shoulders, left the cellar, sat on Burushka-Kosmatushka, galloped to the Tatar camp.

I rode and rode, I reached the Tatar army.

Ilya Muromets looked, shook his head: in the open field, the Tatar army is apparently invisible, a gray bird cannot fly around in a day, a fast horse cannot go around in a week.

Among the Tatar army stands a golden tent. In that tent sits Kalin the king. The king himself is like a hundred-year-old oak, his legs are maple logs, his hands are spruce rakes, his head is like a copper cauldron, one mustache is gold, the other is silver.

Tsar Ilya Muromets saw, began to laugh, shake his beard:

Puppy runs into big dogs! Where can you deal with me, I will put you in the palm of my hand, I will slam the other, only a wet place will remain! Where did you jump out so that you yelp at Kalina the Tsar? Ilya Muromets tells him:

You boast ahead of time, Kalin-tsar! I am not a great hero, the old Cossack Ilya Muromets, and perhaps I am not afraid of you either!

Kalin the Tsar heard this and jumped to his feet:

The earth is full of rumors about you. If you are that glorious hero Ilya Muromets, then sit down with me at the oak table, eat my sweet dishes, drink my overseas wines, do not only serve the Russian prince, serve me, the Tsar of the Tatars.

Ilya Muromets got angry here:

There were no traitors in Russia! I did not come to feast with you, but to drive you away from Russia!

Again the king began to persuade him:

A glorious Russian hero, Ilya Muromets, I have two daughters, they have braids like a crow's wing, their eyes are like slits, their dress is sewn with a yacht and pearls. I will give any marriage to you, you will be my favorite son-in-law.

Ilya Muromets became even more angry:

Oh, you scarecrow overseas! I was afraid of the Russian spirit! Come out soon for a mortal battle, I will take out my heroic sword, I will woo on your neck.

Then Kalin the Tsar was furious. He jumped up to his maple feet, brandishing his crooked sword, shouting in a loud voice:

I'll cut you down with a sword, I'll prick you with a spear, I'll cook stew from your bones!

They had a great fight here. They cut with swords - only sparks from under the swords squirt. They broke their swords and threw them away.

They prick with spears - only the wind makes noise and thunder rumbles.

They broke their spears and threw them away. They began to fight with their bare hands.

Tsar Kalin beats and oppresses Ilyushenka, breaks his white arms, bends his frisky legs. Tsar Ilya threw on the damp sand, sat on his chest, took out a sharp knife.

I will split your mighty chest, I will look into your Russian heart.

Ilya Muromets tells him:

In the Russian heart there is a direct honor and love for Mother Russia.

Kalin-Tsar threatens with a knife, scoffs:

And indeed you are not a great hero, Ilya Muromets, you eat little bread.

And I'll eat kalach, and I'm full from that. The Tatar king laughed:

And I eat three kalach ovens, in cabbage soup I eat a whole bull.

Nothing, says Ilyushenka. - My father had a gluttonous cow, she ate and drank a lot, and burst.

Ilya says, and he himself presses closer to the Russian land. From the Russian land, strength comes to him, rolls over Ilya's veins, fastens his heroic hands.

Kalin-tsar swung his knife at him, and Ilyushenka, as soon as he moved ... Kalin-tsar flew off him like a feather.

I, - Ilya shouts, - have received three times the strength from the Russian land!

Yes, as he grabs Kalin the Tsar by the maple legs, he began to wave the Tatar around, beat and crush the Tatar army with him. Where he waves, there will be a street; if he waves, there is a lane!

Ilya beats and crushes, saying:

This is for you little kids! This is for peasant blood! For evil insults, for empty fields! For dashing robbery, for robbery, for the whole Russian land!

Then the Tatars ran away. They run across the field, shouting in a loud voice:

Ah, if we didn’t come to see Russian people, we wouldn’t meet more Russian heroes!

And they ran away from Mother Russia. Since then, it’s been enough to go to Russia!

Ilya threw Kalin the Tsar like a worthless rag, went into the golden tent, poured a cup of strong wine, not a small cup, into one and a half buckets. He drank the charm for a single spirit. He drank for Mother Russia, for her wide peasant fields, for her trading cities, for green forests, for blue seas, for swans in the backwaters!

Glory, glory native Russia! Do not gallop enemies on our land, do not trample their horses on the Russian land, do not overshadow our red sun!

Like Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
I was angry with the old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
Planted him in the cellar in the cold
Yes, for three years time-time.

And at the glorious prince at Vladimir
There was a single daughter.
She sees that this is no small matter,
And what planted Prince Vladimir and Stolno-Kiev
Old Cossack Ilya Muromets
In that cellar in the cold,
And he could stand alone for faith, for the fatherland,
I could stand alone for Kievgrad,
I could stand alone for the churches for the cathedral,
He could save Prince and Vladimir,
I could save Apraksa the princess.
I ordered to make yes the keys are fake,
She put some people and morons,
I ordered something to the cellar to the cold
Yes, take down feather beds and downy pillows,
Blankets ordered to demolish warm,
She put yastushka yes good
And change clothes from new to new
To that old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
But Prince Vladimir does not know about that.

Then the dog Kalin-tsar flared up on Kiev ridges,
And he wants to destroy the capital city of Kiev,
Black-peasants, he will knock them all out,

Prince Vladimir and cut off his head
Yes, with that Queen Apraksa.
The dog Kalin-tsar sends a messenger,
And the envoy to the capital Kiev-grad,
And he gives him a messenger letter,
And he punished the envoy:
- How will you go to the capital Kiev-grad,
Will you, envoy, in the capital in Kiev
Yes, at the glorious prince at Vladimir,
You will be on it in a wide yard,
And you will get off as you are from the horse's goodness,
Yes, let your horse go to the messenger yard,
Go yourself to the white-stone chamber.
Yes, you will pass the white-stone chamber,
Yes, you will enter his dining room in the gorenka.
On the heel you wave the door,
Come to the oak table.
Stand up against Prince Vladimir,
Put the letter on the golden table,
Say to Prince Vladimir:
“You, Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev,
You take a messenger letter
Yes, look what is written in the letter,
Yes, look what is printed in the letter.
Cleanse all the streets of the archers,
All the great courts and princely.
All over the city in Kiev
And all along the wide streets,
Yes, in all the alleys of the knyazhenets
Instruct sweet intoxicating drinks,
To stand barrel by barrel close by,
To have something to stand for the dog Tsar Kalin
With their own troops with great
In your city in Kiev.
That Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He took a book as a messenger,
Yes, and I printed that letter
And I looked at what was written in the letter,
And he looked at what was written in the letter:
And that it was ordered to clear the streets of the Streltsy
And large princely courtyards
Yes, instruct sweet intoxicating drinks
And all along the wide streets
Yes, along all the lanes of knyazhenetsky.

He sees that this is a big deal,
And a lot of things are great.

And Prince Vladimir sat down on a scarlet chair
Yes, he wrote a confession letter:
“Ay you, dog and Kalin-king!
Give me a pore-temporary for three years,
Give me three years and three months
For three months and even for three days
I have to clear the streets of the Streltsy,
All the great courts and princely,
Smoke me sweet intoxicating drinks
Yes, put it all over the city in Kiev,
Yes, all along the wide streets,
Along all the glorious lanes of the princes.

Sends this letter of confession,
Refers to the dog Tsar Kalina.
And the dog is that yes Kalin-tsar
He gave him time for three years,
For three years and three months
For three months and three more days.

Day after day, like the rain, it will rain,
And week after week like a river runs -
It's been a pore-temporary yes three years,
And three years and three months,
And three months and three more days.
Then the dog Kalin-tsar drove up,
He drove up near Kiev-grad

Here Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He began to walk up and down the mountain,
From clear eyes, he drops tears, because they are combustible,
The prince wipes himself with a silk handkerchief,
Prince Vladimir says yes these are the words:
- The old Cossack Ilya Muromets is not alive,
There is no one to stand now for faith, for the fatherland,
There is no one to stand for the church because for God,
There is no one to stand, after all, for Kiev-grad,
But there is no one to save Prince Vladimir
Yes, and that Apraksy-princely!
His beloved daughter says to him, yes these are the words:
- Oh, father Vladimir, our capital-Kiev prince!
After all, there is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets alive,
After all, he lives in a cold cellar.

Here Vladimir-Prince-from Stolno-Kiev
He quickly takes the golden keys
Yes, he goes to the cellar to the cold,
He quickly opens the cellar and cold
Yes, it fits iron bars,
He ruined the bars and iron -
Yes, there is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets.
He sits in the cellar, he does not grow old,
There are downy feather pillows,
The blankets are torn down there warm,
Yasvushka is well set,
And the clothes on him can be changed.
He takes him by the white hands,
For him for the rings for the gold ones,
He took him out of the cold cellar,
He brought him to the white-stone chamber,
He became Ilya and opposite himself,
Kissed on the lips of sugar,
He led him to oak tables,
Yes, he sat Ilya beside him
And fed him with sugary yam,
Yes, he gave me a drink of honey to drink,
And he said to Ilya and these are the words:

Our Kiev-grad now stands in full.
Bypassed the dog Kalin-Tsar our Kiev-grad
With his own with the troops with the great.
But wait, you are for faith, for the fatherland,
And wait, you are for the glorious Kiev-grad,
Yes, stand for mothers of God's churches,
Yes, wait, you are for the prince for Vladimir,
Yes, wait for Apraksa the princess!

So here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He comes out of the white-stone chamber,
He walked around the city and around Kiev,
I went into my white-stone chamber
Yes, he asked how he was a loved one.
I walked with a steamer and with my beloved
And on your own, on a glorious wide yard,
He went into the stable to the standing one,
I looked at the goodness of the horse, he is a heroic

- Oh, you, my beloved parobok,
Faithful you are my unchangeable servant,
Well kept my horse you heroic! -
He kissed him on the lips of sugar,
He led the good horse from the stable standing
And on the same glorious wide courtyard.

And here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He began to saddle the horse here.
He puts a sweatshirt on the horse,
And he puts felt on the sweatshirt -
Potnichek he put, but silky,
And on the sweatshirt he put a sweatshirt,
On the sweatshirt he put the Cherkassy saddle,
And the Cherkasy saddle is unrestrained,
And pulled up twelve silk girths,
And he pulled in damask studs,
And he put damask stirrups,
Buckles he put red gold,
Yes, not for beauty-pleasure -
For the sake of the fortress, everything is heroic:
Still silk girths stretch, but they are not torn,
Yes, damask-iron bends - does not break,
The buckles are red gold,
They get wet but don't rust.

And Ilya sat down here and on the good horse,
He took with him armor strong heroic:
First, he took a damask club,
Secondly, he took the Murzametsky spear,
And he took his sharp saber,
I also took a road trip shalyga,
And he went from the city from Kiev.

Ilya went out into the open field,
And he drove up to the Tatar troops
Look at the Tatar troops.
A lot of force has been brought in.
As from a cry from a human,
Like the neighing of a horse
The human heart desponds.
Here is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He rode across the open field,
I could not end-edge the force to run into.
He jumped up the mountain to the high,
I looked at everything on three, four sides,
I looked at the Tatar Silushka -

And he jumped up the mountain to another,
I looked at everything on three, four sides -
I could not see the end of the force.

He descended from that mountain and from high,
Yes, he rode across the open field
And he jumped up the third mountain to the high one,
I looked under the east side.
He looked under the east side,
He saw white tents there,
And at the white tents there are heroic horses.
He came down from that mountain high
And he rode across the clear field.

Ilya came to the white tents,
How Ilya got off the good horse.
Yes, by those tents by the whites
And there are heroic horses,
Whether the canvases are at the white,
They slander millet and beloyarov*.
Ilya says yes these are the words:
- Taste me some great happiness. —
He threw on silk reins
On the good horse on the heroic
Yes, he lowered the horse to the canvas to the white:
- And will the heroic horses allow it
My horse and heroic
To that canvas to white
Call millet and beloyarov?

His good horse goes with his chest to the canvas,
And he goes to goit millet and beloyarov.
Old Cossack yes Ilya Muromets
And he goes to the white tent.

Ilya Muromets comes to the white tent -
There are twelve heroes in that white tent,
And the heroes are all Holy Russian.
They sat down to eat bread and salt,
And they sat down and ate.
Ilya said yes these are the words:
- Bread and salt, heroes and Holy Russians,
And godfather you are my father
Oh Samson and you Samoylovich!

The godfather says to him yes:
- Come on, my beloved godson,
Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
Come sit down and have lunch with us.

And did he get up on frisky feet,
Yes, hello to Ilya Muromets,
They greeted and kissed
They put Ilya Muromets and at a single table
Bread and salt to eat.
There are twelve of them heroes,
Ilya Muromets - yes, he is the thirteenth.

They drank, ate, ate,
They left the table because of the oak,
They prayed to God.
The old Cossack and Ilya Muromets said to them:
- You are my godfather, father Samson Samoylovich,
And you, mighty Russian heroes!
You saddle-tko good horses,
And you sit down on good horses,
Go, yes, there is a clear field in the expanse,
And under that under the glorious capital Kiev-grad,
As under our something under the city near Kiev
And the dog Kalin-tsar is standing,
And stands with the great armies,
He wants to ruin the capital city of Kiev,
The black men heigh all
God's churches all down the smoke,
To Prince Vladimir and with Apraksa the King
He wants to cut down the riotous head.
You stand up for faith, for the fatherland,
You wait, for the glorious capital city of Kiev,
You wait, for those churches for God,
You take care of Prince Vladimir
And with that Queen Apraksa! -

We will not go to the glorious open field,
May we not stand for faith, for the fatherland,
May we not stand for the capital city of Kiev,
May we not stand for mothers of God's churches,

After all, he has a lot of boyar princes -

We have nothing from the prince from Vladimir. —
Says the old Cossack Ilya Muromets:
- Oh, you, my godfather,
Ai Samson and you Samoylovich!
This business will not be good for us,
Like the dog Kalin-tsar, he will ruin and Kiev-grad,
Yes, he is a black man in all rises ...
Samson Samoylovich tells him:
- Ay godson, you are my favorite,
Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
And we won’t even saddle horses,
And we will not sit on good horses,
We will not go to the glorious open field ...
May we not take care of Prince Vladimir
Yes, even with Queen Apraksa:
After all, he has many boyar princes -
Feeds them and waters them, and favors them,
We have nothing from the prince from Vladimir.

And here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
He sees here that you don’t love his business,
And then Ilya comes out from the white tent,
He came to good horse and heroic,
I took him for silk occasions,
He took away from the canvas from white,
And from that millet from Beloyarova.
Yes, Ilya sat on a good horse,
Then he rode across the open field.
And he drove up to the Tatar troops.
The falcon is not clear, but it launches on geese, on swans
Yes, on small migratory gray ducks -
The hero of the Holy Russian is launched
And whether on the thuja on the strength of the Tatar.
He lowered his horse and heroic
Yes, whether I went along that Tatar power.
He began to trample on the horse,
He began to trample on a horse, prick with a spear,
He began to beat that great powerhouse -
And he beats the force, as if mowing the grass.

His good horse and heroic
He professed himself in human language:
- Oh, the glorious hero of the Holy Russian!
Although you stepped on a great force,
Do not beat you that great power:
Caught up with the king's dog Kalina,
That force is overtaken by many.
And he has strong heroes,
There are remote meadows;
He, the dogs of Tsar Kalin,
After all, three digs have been made and deep
Yes, in a glorious expanse of open field.
When you ride across that open field,
You will beat that great power;
So we will sit down in deep digs -
So from the first tunnels I will rise
Yes, I will call you out of there;
As we sit down in the diggings, in others -
And from there I will rise
And I will call you out of there;
Another third dig deep -
But then I'll rise
Yes, I will not call you out of there:
You will remain in the digs in the deep.

Another old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
He did not like the matter.
And he takes a silk whip in his white hands,
And he hits the cat on the cool reboams,
He said these words to the horse.
- Oh, you, you mutated dog!
I feed you, sing and settle you,
And you want to leave me in an open field
Yes, in those deep digs! -

And Ilya rode across the open field
Into that great power,
He began to trample on a horse and stab with a spear,
And he beats something force, like mowing the grass,
- Ilya's strength will not decrease.

He sank into deep digs -
His good horse, yes, he jumped up,
He jumped up, Ilya got out with him.

Into that great power,
He began to stomp with a horse and stab with a spear.
He also beats the force, as he mows the grass, -

He sat down with a horse and a heroic one,
He fell into the digs in others -
His good horse yes he jumped up
Yes, Ilya was summoned with him.

He let the horse and heroic
On that expanse I clean the field
Into that great power,
He began to trample on a horse and stab with a spear
And he beats the force, as he mows the grass, -
Ilya has less strength, after all,
Ilya sits on a good horse, does not age.

He got into the digs in the third,
He sank with his horse into deep digs,
His good horse and heroic
From the third digging he jumped
Yes, he didn’t get rid of Ilya.
Ilya slid off the good horse.
And he remained in a deep mine.

Yes, the filthy Tatars came,
Yes, they wanted to capture the good of the horse.
His horse is a hero
I did not surrender to them in white hands -
A good horse ran away and into an open field.

Here came the filthy Tatars,
They attacked the old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
And they shackled his frisky legs
And they tied his white hands.
The Tatars used to say these words:
- Chop off his wild little head!

Some Tatars say these words:
- Oh, don't cut off his violent head -
We will reduce Ilya to the dog Tsar Kalin,
Whatever he wants, let him do it over him.
They took Ilya and across the open field
And to those linen tents.
They brought me to a linen tent,
They brought him to the dog Tsar Kalin.
They stood opposite the dog of Tsar Kalin,
The Tatars said these words:
- Oh, you, the dog and our Kalin-king!
We captured the old Cossack Ilya Muromets
Yes, in those deep digs
And they brought to you, to the dog Tsar Kalina,
What you know is what you do with it!
Then the dog Kalin-tsar spoke to Ilya and these are the words:
- Oh, you old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
Yes, the young puppy let loose on the great force,
You are somewhere alone to beat my great strength!
You unforge, yes, frisky legs,
Untie Ilya and white hands.

And frisky legs unchained him,
They untied his white hands.
The dog Kalin-tsar said yes these are the words:
- Oh, the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
Yes, sit down with me and at a single table,
Eat my sugar candy,
Yes, and drink my honey drink,
And put on my precious clothes,
And hold on to my gold treasury,
Hold the gold treasury according to need -
Don't serve Prince Vladimir
Yes, you serve the dog Tsar Kalin. —

Ilya said yes these are the words:
- And I won’t sit down with you at the same table,
And I won't eat your sugary yams,
And I will not drink your honey drinkers,
And I will not wear your precious clothes,
And I will not keep your countless golden treasury,
And I will not serve you, the dog Tsar Kalin.
I will still serve for the faith, for the fatherland,
And I will stand for the capital for Kiev-grad,
And I will stand for the prince for Vladimir
And with that Queen Apraksa.

There is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He comes out of the tent linen
Yes, he went into the expanse of a clean field.
Yes, the filthy Tatars began to crowd him,
They want to captivate the old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
And at the old Cossack Ilya Muromets
Yes, strong armor did not happen with you,
There is nothing to resist him with the Tatars.

Old Cossack Ilya Muromets He sees - no small matter.
Yes, he grabbed the Tatar by the legs,
So he began to wave the Tatar,
He began to beat the Tatars with a Tatar -
And the Tatars began to run away from him.
And he went through the entire Tatar silushka.
He went out into the open field,
Yes, he threw the Tatar aside.

Then he walks along the expanse of a clean field,
I don’t have a horse and a heroic one with me,
There is no strong armor with you.
Ilya whistled the whistle, he is heroic -
I heard his good horse in the open field,
He ran to the old Cossack Ilya Muromets.

Another old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
How did he sit on a good horse
And I went through the expanse of a clean field,
He jumped up the mountain to the high,
He looked under the eastern side -
And under the one under the eastern side,
And whether those at the tents at the whites
The good horses are standing.
And here is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He went down from the goodness of the horse,
He took his tight bow bursting into white handles,
He pulled a silk string,
He put a red-hot arrow,
And he lowered that arrow into the white tent.
Ilya said yes these are the words:
- And fly-tko, red-hot arrow,
- And fly, little arrow, into the white tent,
Yes, take off the roof from the white tent,
Yes, drop it, arrow, on white chests
To my father, to my godfather,
Slip across your chest, you are white,
Make a little scratch
A small scratch, but a small one.
He sleeps there, cools off,
And I can't do it alone here.

And he let down like this silk string,
Yes, he lowered this red-hot arrow,
Yes, it whistled like this red-hot arrow
Yes, in that glorious white tent,
She removed the roof from the white tent,
She fell, the arrow, on her white chest
To that Samson to Samoilovich,
After all, the arrow slid along the white chest,
She made a small scratch.

And here is the glorious hero of the Holy Russian
And Samson, after all, Samoylovich
Samson woke up from a sound sleep,
He opened up his clear eyes -
Yes, how the roof was removed from the white tent,
An arrow flew across the white chest.
She made a scratch on her white chest.
And he quickly stood on frisky legs.
Samson said yes these are the words:
- Ay, my glorious heroes, you are Holy Russians,
You quickly saddle-tko good horses,
Yes, sit down, you are on good horses!
From my goddaughter and from my beloved
Some gifts arrived and unloved ones -
A red-hot arrow flew
Through my glorious white tent,
She removed the roof, after all, from the white tent,
An arrow slipped along the white chest,
She gave a scratch on her white chest,
Only gave a small scratch, small:
It was useful to me, Samson, a cross on the collar -
Cross on the collar of six pounds.
If there wasn't a cross on my chest,
I would have blown my head off.

Here the heroes are all Holy Russian
After all, they saddled good horses,
And the fellows sat down on good horses
And we drove off through a clear field
To that city to Kiev,
To those they are to the Tatar forces.

And from that mountain and from high
Did the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets see,
And why are the heroes going through an open field,
And what do they ride on good horses.
And he descended from the high mountain,
And he drove up to the heroes of the Holy Russians -
Their twelve heroes, Ilya the thirteenth,
And they came to the Tatar silushka,
They let the heroic horses go,
They began to beat a Tatar silushka,
They trampled down the whole great power here
And they arrived at the linen tent.

And the dog Kalin-tsar sits in a linen tent.
They say something like heroes and holy Russians:
- And cut down a violent little head
And to that dog Tsar Kalin.

Ilya Muromets said to the old Cossack:
- And why cut him and a violent little head?
We will take him to the capital city of Kiev
Yes, to the glorious prince to Vladimir.

They brought him, the dog of Tsar Kalin,
And in that glorious Kiev-grad
Yes, to the glorious prince, to Vladimir,
They brought him to the white-stone chamber
Yes, to the glorious prince to Vladimir.

Here Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He takes the dog by the white hands
And sat him at the oak tables,
He fed him with sugar yam
Yes, he gave me a drink of honey to drink.

The dog Kalin-tsar said to him and these are the words:
- Oh, you, Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev,
Don't cut off my wild head!
We will write great records among ourselves:
I will pay tribute to you forever and ever
And you, the prince, I, Vladimir!

And here they sing glory to that old man,
And in tyih places the old one was over.

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* - They slander millet and beloyarov. - Horses eat millet, corn, in songs and fairy tales - horse food.

Ilya Muromets and Kalin Tsar read online

Bylina "Ilya Muromets and Kalin-Tsar"

And at the glorious prince at Vladimir
There was a single daughter.
She sees - this is no small matter,
And what planted Prince Vladimir and Stolno-Kiev
Old Cossack Ilya Muromets
In that cellar in the cold,
And he could stand alone for faith, for the fatherland,
I could stand alone for Kievgrad,
I could stand alone for the churches for the cathedral,
He could save Prince and Vladimir,
I could save Apraksa the princess.
I ordered to make yes the keys are fake,
She put some people and morons,
I ordered something to the cellar to the cold
Yes, take down feather beds and downy pillows,
Blankets ordered to demolish warm,
She put yastushka yes good
And change clothes from new to new
To that old Cossack Ilya Muromets,
But Prince Vladimir does not know about that.

Then the dog Kalin-tsar flared up on Kiev ridges,
And he wants to destroy the capital city of Kiev,
Black-peasants, he will knock them all out,
Prince Vladimir and cut off his head
Yes, with that Queen Apraksa.
The dog Kalin-tsar sends a messenger,
And the envoy to the capital Kiev-grad,
And he gives him a messenger letter,
And he punished the envoy:
- How will you go to the capital Kiev-grad,
Will you, envoy, in the capital in Kiev
Yes, at the glorious prince at Vladimir,
You will be on it in a wide yard,
And you will get off as you are from the horse's goodness,
Yes, let your horse go to the messenger yard,
Go yourself to the white-stone chamber.
Yes, you will pass the white-stone chamber,
Yes, you will enter his dining room in the gorenka.
On the heel you wave the door,
Come to the oak table.
Stand up against Prince Vladimir,
Put the letter on the golden table,
Say to Prince Vladimir:
"You, Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev,
You take a messenger letter
Yes, look what is written in the letter,
Yes, look what is printed in the letter.
Cleanse all the streets of the archers,
All the great courts and princely.
All over the city in Kiev
And all along the wide streets,
Yes, in all the alleys of the knyazhenets
Instruct sweet intoxicating drinks,
To stand barrel by barrel close by,
To have something to stand for the dog Tsar Kalin
With their own troops with great
In your city in Kiev".
That Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He took a book as a messenger,
Yes, and I printed that letter
And I looked at what was written in the letter,
And he looked at what was written in the letter:
And that it was ordered to clear the streets of the Streltsy
And large princely courtyards
Yes, instruct sweet intoxicating drinks
And all along the wide streets
Yes, along all the lanes of knyazhenetsky.

He sees - there is a lot of business,
And a lot of things are great.

And Prince Vladimir sat down on a scarlet chair
Yes, he wrote a confession letter:
"Oh, you, dog, and Kalin the Tsar!
Give me a pore-temporary for three years,
Give me three years and three months
For three months and even for three days
I have to clear the streets of the Streltsy,
All the great courts and princely,
Smoke me sweet intoxicating drinks
Yes, put it all over the city in Kiev,
Yes, all along the wide streets,
Along all the glorious lanes of the princes.

Day after day, like the rain, it will rain,
And week after week like a river runs -
It's been a pore-temporary yes three years,
And three years and three months,
And three months and three more days.
Then the dog Kalin-tsar drove up,
He drove up near Kiev-grad

Here Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He began to walk up and down the mountain,
From clear eyes, he drops tears, because they are combustible,
The prince wipes himself with a silk handkerchief,
Prince Vladimir says yes these are the words:
- The old Cossack Ilya Muromets is not alive,
There is no one to stand now for faith, for the fatherland,
There is no one to stand for the church because for God,
There is no one to stand, after all, for Kiev-grad,
But there is no one to save Prince Vladimir
Yes, and that Apraksy-princely!
His beloved daughter says to him, yes these are the words:
- Oh, Father Vladimir, our capital-Kyiv prince!
After all, there is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets alive,
After all, he lives in a cold cellar.

Here Vladimir-Prince-from Stolno-Kiev
He quickly takes the golden keys
Yes, he goes to the cellar to the cold,
He quickly opens the cellar and cold
Yes, it fits iron bars,
He ruined the bars and iron -
Yes, there is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets.
He sits in the cellar, he does not grow old,
There are downy feather pillows,
The blankets are torn down there warm,
Yasvushka is well set,
And the clothes on him can be changed.
He takes him by the white hands,
For him for the rings for the gold ones,
He took him out of the cold cellar,
He brought him to the white-stone chamber,
He became Ilya and opposite himself,
Kissed on the lips of sugar,
He led him to oak tables,
Yes, he sat Ilya beside him
And fed him with sugary yam,
Yes, he gave me a drink of honey to drink,
And he said to Ilya and these are the words:
Our Kiev-grad now stands in full.
Bypassed the dog Kalin-Tsar our Kiev-grad
With his own with the troops with the great.
But wait, you are for faith, for the fatherland,
And wait, you are for the glorious Kiev-grad,
Yes, stand for mothers of God's churches,
Yes, wait, you are for the prince for Vladimir,
Yes, wait for Apraksa the princess!

So here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He comes out of the white-stone chamber,
He walked around the city and around Kiev,
I went into my white-stone chamber
Yes, he asked how he was a loved one.
I walked with a steamer and with my beloved
And on your own, on a glorious wide yard,
He went into the stable to the standing one,
I looked at the goodness of the horse, he is a heroic
Ilya said yes these are the words:
- Oh, you, my beloved parobok,
Faithful you are my unchangeable servant,
Well kept my horse you heroic! -
He kissed him on the lips of sugar,
He led the good horse from the stable standing
And on the same glorious wide courtyard.

Ilya came to the white tents,
How Ilya got off the good horse.
Yes, by those tents by the whites
And there are heroic horses,
Whether the canvases are at the white,
They gobble up millet and beloyarov.
Ilya says yes these are the words:
- Taste me some great happiness. -
He threw on silk reins
On the good horse on the heroic
Yes, he lowered the horse to the canvas to the white:
- Will the heroic horses allow it?
My horse and heroic
To that canvas to white
Call millet and beloyarov?

His good horse goes with his chest to the canvas,
And he goes to goit millet and beloyarov.
Old Cossack yes Ilya Muromets
And he goes to the white tent.

The godfather says to him yes:
- Come on, dear godson,
Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
Come sit down and have lunch with us.

They drank, ate, ate,
They left the table because of the oak,
They prayed to God.
The old Cossack and Ilya Muromets said to them:
- You are my godfather, father Samson Samoylovich,
And you, mighty Russian heroes!
You saddle-tko good horses,
And you sit down on good horses,
Go, yes, there is a clear field in the expanse,
And under that under the glorious capital Kiev-grad,
As under our something under the city near Kiev
And the dog Kalin-tsar is standing,
And stands with the great armies,
He wants to ruin the capital city of Kiev,
The black men heigh all
God's churches all down the smoke,
To Prince Vladimir and with Apraksa the King
He wants to cut down the riotous head.
You stand up for faith, for the fatherland,
You wait, for the glorious capital city of Kiev,
You wait, for those churches for God,
You take care of Prince Vladimir
And with that Queen Apraksa! -

Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!

We will not go to the glorious open field,
May we not stand for faith, for the fatherland,
May we not stand for the capital city of Kiev,
May we not stand for mothers of God's churches,

After all, he has a lot of boyar princes -

We have nothing from the prince from Vladimir.-
Says the old Cossack Ilya Muromets:
- Oh, you, my godfather,
Ai Samson and you Samoylovich!
This business will not be good for us,
Like the dog Kalin-tsar, he will ruin and Kiev-grad,
Yes, he is a black man in all rises ...
Samson Samoylovich tells him:
- Ay, goddaughter, you are my favorite,
Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
And we won’t even saddle horses,
And we will not sit on good horses,
We will not go to the glorious open field ...
May we not take care of Prince Vladimir
Yes, even with Queen Apraksa:
After all, he has many boyar princes -
Feeds them and waters them, and favors them,
We have nothing from the prince from Vladimir.

His good horse and heroic
He professed himself in human language:
- Ah, the glorious hero of the Holy Russian!
Although you stepped on a great force,
Do not beat you that great power:
Caught up with the king's dog Kalina,
That force is overtaken by many.
And he has strong heroes,
There are remote meadows;
He, the dogs of Tsar Kalin,
After all, three digs have been made and deep
Yes, in a glorious expanse of open field.
When you ride across that open field,
You will beat that great power;
So we will sit down in deep digs -
So from the first tunnels I will rise
Yes, I will call you out of there;
How do we sit down in the digs in some other -
And from there I will rise
And I will call you out of there;
Another third dig deep -
But then I'll rise
Yes, I will not call you out of there:
You will remain in the digs in the deep.

Another old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
He did not like the matter.
And he takes a silk whip in his white hands,
And he hits the cat on the cool reboams,
He said these words to the horse.
- Ay same you, doggystyle change!
I feed you, sing and settle you,
And you want to leave me in an open field
Yes, in those deep digs! -

He sank into deep digs -
His good horse, yes, he jumped up,
He jumped up, Ilya got out with him.

On that expanse I clean the field
Into that great power,
He began to stomp with a horse and stab with a spear.
He beats the force, as he mows the grass, -

He sat down with a horse and a heroic one,
He fell into the digs in others -
His good horse yes he jumped up
Yes, Ilya was summoned with him.

Yes, the filthy Tatars came,
Yes, they wanted to capture the good of the horse.
His horse is a hero
I did not surrender to them in white hands -
A good horse ran away and into an open field.

Some Tatars say these words:
- Oh, don't cut off his violent head -
We will reduce Ilya to the dog Tsar Kalin,
Whatever he wants, let him do it over him.
They took Ilya and across the open field
And to those linen tents.
They brought me to a linen tent,
They brought him to the dog Tsar Kalin.
They stood opposite the dog of Tsar Kalin,
The Tatars said these words:
- Ay same you, dog yes our Kalin-tsar!
We captured the old Cossack Ilya Muromets
Yes, in those deep digs
And they brought to you, to the dog Tsar Kalina,
What you know is what you do with it!
Then the dog Kalin-tsar spoke to Ilya and these are the words:
- Oh, you old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
Yes, the young puppy let loose on the great force,
You are somewhere alone to beat my great strength!
You unforge, yes, frisky legs,
Untie Ilya and white hands.

Another old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
How did he sit on a good horse
And I went through the expanse of a clean field,
He jumped up the mountain to the high,
He looked under the eastern side -
And under the one under the eastern side,
And whether those at the tents at the whites
The good horses are standing.
And here is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He went down from the goodness of the horse,
He took his tight bow bursting into white handles,
He pulled a silk string,
He put a red-hot arrow,
And he lowered that arrow into the white tent.
Ilya said yes these are the words:
- And fly-tko, red-hot arrow,
- And fly-tko, arrow, into the white tent,
Yes, take off the roof from the white tent,
Yes, drop it, arrow, on white chests
To my father, to my godfather,
Slip across your chest, you are white,
Make a little scratch
A small scratch, but a small one.
He sleeps there, cools off,
And I can't do it alone here.

And the dog Kalin-tsar sits in a linen tent.
They say something like heroes and holy Russians:
- And cut down a violent little head
And to that dog Tsar Kalin.

Ilya Muromets said to the old Cossack:
- And what about chopping him and a violent little head?
We will take him to the capital city of Kiev
Yes, to the glorious prince to Vladimir.

They brought him, the dog of Tsar Kalin,
And in that glorious Kiev-grad
Yes, to the glorious prince, to Vladimir,
They brought him to the white-stone chamber
Yes, to the glorious prince to Vladimir.

Here Vladimir-Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He takes the dog by the white hands
And sat him at the oak tables,
He fed him with sugar yam
Yes, he gave me a drink of honey to drink.

And here they sing glory to that old man,
And in tyih places the old one was over.