Two travelers Forest Trail
Go under the morning mist
The gorge Slavic mountains:
Dawn them attracts the eye,
Playing through the branches of thick
Birches and pines secular.
One in the prime of life,
Other, old man, and severe and sed.
They clothes alien countries.
Youngest quiver with arrows
I bow, and a rust covered
his Shishak, and sword rings
On him, severe torment reins
And the lingering traces of battles
Keeps his brow, but look
And movement is,
That fire is not extinguished the holy
Under this chain mail fighting ...
S vision raw, and move them soon,
And full of sadness conversation:
