Scattered crowds;
lit stumps, and noisy feast,
And Rurik sits fun
In the gray of their leaders!..
But what a scream? Where is he from?
Who is this young warrior?
Rurik who is calling for a fight?
Who was born for death?..
In his zarzhavom Shishakov
Appeared Vadim - damask in hand,
As the snake curls on her shoulders,
Desperation and revenge in the eyes.
"Varangian! - he said, - Exit!
Free in my chest
Heart trembles ... Try,
It is finished before the end of wickedness;
The fall of one fighter
It can not destroy my edge:
And so it is in front of the feet,
Forgetting winning days old!..
Novogorodtsy! About me
Do not cry ... I'm home country
And the life and happiness brought ...
It does not require freedom of tears!»
