XXVII
Suddenly he got up; gleam
His lovely eyes,
And big tears flashed
they, as the dew of light:
"Oh no! Leave your sweet delight,
Save me, do not flatter hope;
I will be the grave of this steppe;
Not on the remains, the glorious, swear,
But in my bones expelled
Zarzhavit painful chain!»
he stopped, she wept;
but encouraging, He stood silently,
I took a saw in one hand,
Dagger second filed.
And so, A sharp saw
Skrypit iron; decomposes
Shining chain and bit rings.
It it lifts the;
So says sobbing:
