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What’s that you’re trumpeting about, calumniators? How come you threaten us with excommunication? What has enraged you? Lithuanian unease? Forget it: this is Slavic beef among their kindred, Domestic ancient squabble, fate has long since figured, A puzzle, you don’t have whatever chance to read.
These here contiguous tribes already Have long been feuding up to now; Each party, be it ours or theirs, Bent under gathering storm clouds. Who’ll stand the ground when odds are heavy: A haughty Lech? A faithful Russ? The question is if Slavic floods will ever Blend in the Russian sea or it’ll reduce.
Leave us alone: you’re unacquainted With suchlike bloody sacred tablets; This family, domestic feud Is alien, obscure to you; For all you care, Prague or Kremlin; Instead, you’re foolishly entranced By daring courage of a melee - And, frankly, you are hating us…
Why? On the grounds that, on the ashes Of blazing Moscow, we refused To buy the power of the brash, who You trembled underneath, subdued? Respond: because we sent the idol, Who’d been predominating kingdoms, to abyss, Thus having paid with our lifeblood For Europe’s freedom, state and peace?..
To hear you talk, you’re tough; then test yourselves in action! As if an aged hero, calm in relaxation, Can’t fix his Ismailian bayonet to a gun; As if the word of Russian tsar is but a trinket Or brawls with Europe any different Or Russians out of form to overcome.
As if we’re few; as if from Taurida to Perm reels, From ardent Caucasus to Finnish chilly skerries, From Kremlin, shaken to the core, Up to the walls of quiescent China The Russian soil will never rise up And scintillate with her steel thorns.
Then send your bellicose descendants, Defamers, over to our place! There’s room enough, in Russian grasslands, Among deserving of them graves.
ODE TO DEFAMERS OF RUSSIA
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What’s that you’re trumpeting about, calumniators?
How come you threaten us with excommunication?
What has enraged you? Lithuanian unease?
Forget it: this is Slavic beef among their kindred,
Domestic ancient squabble, fate has long since figured,
A puzzle, you don’t have whatever chance to read.
These here contiguous tribes already
Have long been feuding up to now;
Each party, be it ours or theirs,
Bent under gathering storm clouds.
Who’ll stand the ground when odds are heavy:
A haughty Lech? A faithful Russ?
The question is if Slavic floods will ever
Blend in the Russian sea or it’ll reduce.
Leave us alone: you’re unacquainted
With suchlike bloody sacred tablets;
This family, domestic feud
Is alien, obscure to you;
For all you care, Prague or Kremlin;
Instead, you’re foolishly entranced
By daring courage of a melee -
And, frankly, you are hating us…
Why? On the grounds that, on the ashes
Of blazing Moscow, we refused
To buy the power of the brash, who
You trembled underneath, subdued?
Respond: because we sent the idol,
Who’d been predominating kingdoms, to abyss,
Thus having paid with our lifeblood
For Europe’s freedom, state and peace?..
To hear you talk, you’re tough; then test yourselves in action!
As if an aged hero, calm in relaxation,
Can’t fix his Ismailian bayonet to a gun;
As if the word of Russian tsar is but a trinket
Or brawls with Europe any different
Or Russians out of form to overcome.
As if we’re few; as if from Taurida to Perm reels,
From ardent Caucasus to Finnish chilly skerries,
From Kremlin, shaken to the core,
Up to the walls of quiescent China
The Russian soil will never rise up
And scintillate with her steel thorns.
Then send your bellicose descendants,
Defamers, over to our place!
There’s room enough, in Russian grasslands,
Among deserving of them graves.
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