As converge, gather
Daring fighters in Moscow
The Moscow River, at the fist fight,
Roam for a holiday, amuse.
And the king came with his retinue,
With nobles and oprichniki,
And he commanded the stretch silver chain,
Pure gold in the rings knit.
They cordoned off the place 25 yards,
To combat ohotnytsky, solitary.
And then the king ordered Ivan
Cry to click clear voice:
"Oh, is where you, good fellows?
You poteshte king of our priest!
Come out a minute in a wide range of;
Who will beat whom, the king will reward,
And who will be beaten, that God will forgive!»
