Текст песни Русские былины - Вольга и Микула

When the sun shone red
On Toe whether nebushko the clear,
Then sprang young Volga,
Young Volga Svyatoslavovych.
How then was the Volga-growing materet;
Pokhotelov Volga lot of wisdom:
Pike-fishes he walk in the deep seas,
Bird falcon fly under oboloka,
Gray wolf on the prowl so chistyim fields.
Care of all the fish in the blue sea,
All the birds fly away for oboloka,
We rode all the animals in the dark forest.
How then was the Volga-growing materet,
He collected himself druzhinushku Khorobrikh,
Thirty fellows so without a single,
And he once was in the Volga tridtsatyih.
He collected himself colts dark kariih,
Dark kariih colts, nelegchenyih.
That settled on good horses, drove,
Let's go to the city so for pay.
Povyehali razdolitse in the open field,
Hearing in the open field Oratov:
As in the oratay yells, whistles,
Bipod have Oratov poskriplivaet,
Omeshki pochirkivayut but pebbles.
They traveled a day because from morning to evening,
Can Oratov to doehati.
They rode why, and the next day,
The other day, since from morning to evening,
Can Oratov to doehati
As in the oratay yells, whistles,
Bipod have Oratov poskriplivaet,
A omeshki pochirkivayut of pebbles.
Then they drove the third day,
And the third day before pabedya,
And we have driven in an open field Oratov:
As in the oratay yells, whistles,
And yes, he borozdochki pometyvaet,
And singing, roots wrench,
A large stone in a groove knocks,
In Oratov mare nightingale
Guzhiki she let the silk,
Bipod have Oratov maple,
Omeshiki on bipod damask,
Prisoshechek have bipod silver
And then Rogachik-fry red gold.
And Oratov curls swinging,
What is not downloaded any pearls scattered;
In Oratov eyes and clear falcon
And his eyebrows so black sable;
In Oratov boots green morocco:
Here awl heel, nose peeled,
Here under the heel of a sparrow fly,
Around the nose though the egg rolling,
In Oratov feather hat,
A caftan his black velvet.
Says something Volga are the words:
"God help you, oratay-oratayushko,
Shouting, yes plow, yes krestyanovati,
And yes you pometyvati grooves,
And singing, roots vyvertyvati,
A large stone in a groove cut! "
He says oratay are words:
"Go and you Svyatoslavovych Volga,
I-ka ought God help krestyanovati!
And where are you, Volga, you go where the path you hold? "
Then said the Volga Svyatoslavovych:
"How granted me so tional uncle,
Native Uncle yes sir godfather,
Gentle Vladimir stolnekievsky,
The three cities with the farmers there
Pervyya city Kurtsovtsem,
Other cities Orehovtsem,
Third city Krestyanovtsem;
Now, going to the city so for pay. "
Then said oratay-oratayushko:
"Hail to you, Volga Svyatoslavovych!
There live some peasants yes all razboynichki,
They pull up something slyagi Kalinov,
Yes overflow thee to the river so in the currant.
Recently I was there in the city, the third day,
I bought the salt three integral fur
Each fur once was because of stu pud,
And I myself have sat a forty-pud,
And then the peasants began to ask me a penny;
I became them, after all, a penny share,
A pittance, it became a little put,
Peasants, after all, so better put.
Then he began, I push them because,
I began to push his fist so threatened,
I put them here because to a thousand;
Who is standing up, sitting in the sitting,
Which sitting sits, he is lying lies. "
Then he said after Volga Svyatoslavovych:
"Hail to you, oratay-oratayushko!
You go with me a minute to comrades. "
And then there oratay-oratayushko
Guzhiki silk povystegnul,
Mare from the bipod povyvernul
They sat on the good horses go.
As the tail then it is spread,
A mane, then it scrolls so,
In Oratov mare stupyb I went
A horse Volgin Why poskakivaet.
In Oratov mare breasted he went
And yes Volgin horse is left.
He says oratay are words:
"I'm staying