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134 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1185
袠 薪邪褔褟褕邪 泻薪褟蟹懈 锌褉芯 屑邪谢芯械 芦褋械 胁械谢懈泻芯械禄 屑谢褗胁懈褌懈, 懈 褋邪屑懈 薪邪 褋械斜眩 泻褉邪屑芯谢褍 泻芯胁邪褌懈, 邪 锌芯谐邪薪褨懈 褋褗 胁褋眩褏褗 褋褌褉邪薪褗 锌褉懈褏芯卸写邪褏褍 褋褗 锌芯斜眩写邪屑懈 薪邪 蟹械屑谢褞 袪褍褋泻褍褞.
袗 泻薪褟蟹褜褟 写褉褍卸懈薪 薪械 褋芯斜懈褉邪褞褌,
袧械 懈写褍褌 胁芯泄薪芯泄 薪邪 褋褍锌芯褋褌邪褌邪,
袦邪谢芯械 胁械谢懈泻懈屑 薪邪蟹褘胁邪褞褌
袠 泻褍褞褌 泻褉邪屑芯谢褍 斜褉邪褌 薪邪 斜褉邪褌邪.
袗 胁褉邪谐懈 薪邪 袪褍褋褜 薪械褋褍褌褋褟 褌褍褔械泄,
袠 锌芯胁褋褞写褍 斜械写褋褌胁懈械 懈 谐芯褉械.
The grass bows in pity
and the trees, in sorrow,
Bend to the ground.
For now, O brothers, A time of sorrrow has come,
And desolaation covers our troops.
You, wild Ryurik and David!
Is it not your golden helmets
That are floating in blood?
Is it not your brave warriors
Who, wounded by tempered sabres,
Scream like wild oxen on an unknown plain!
Step then, lords, into your golden stirrups,
For the wrong of our times,
For the Russian Land,
For the wounds of Igor,
the wild son of Svyatoslav!