Девушка русская

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


                                                                От русской равнины
                                                                В пределы Европы
                                                                Направляя свои табуны
                                                                Шагнули за Вислу
                                                                Стремительно – быстро
                                                                Тумены татарской орды.
                                                                                        Двумя рукавами
                                                                                        На два потока
                                                                                       Одни к венгерской земле
                                                                                       Другие став станом
                                                                                       С шатром Бату хана
                                                                                       Остались в польской стране.
                                                                Краков в руинах
                                                                И Польша пылает
                                                                Король венгерский бежит
                                                                Грохочут гранитом
                                                                Степные копыта
                                                                В Чехию путь лежит
                                                                                        Но герцог силезский
                                                                                        С владыкой моравским
                                                                                        Встречают посланцев степей
                                                                                        К удару готовы
                                                                                        Стальные подковы
                                                                                        Закованных в латы коней.
                                                                 Дружины смоленские
                                                                 В русских кольчугах
                                                                 Встретили рыцарский строй
                                                                 Привычные к брани
                                                                 Наши славяне
                                                                 Встали железной стеной.
                                                                                         Время пришло
                                                                                         И тумен Бату хана
                                                                                         Врубился как мощный таран
                                                                                         По трупам убитых
                                                                                         Гонят разбитых
                                                                                         Рыцарей западных стран.
                                                                 Кто отличился
                                                                 Достоин награды
                                                                 Снята со Смоленска дань
                                                                 Правителям строгим
                                                                 Не платят налоги
                                                                 Так повелел Бату хан
                                                                                       Владея богатством
                                                                                       Владык азиатских
                                                                                       Пленив Самарканд и Багдад
                                                                                       Кто проявил удаль
                                                                                       Взяв Киев и Суздаль
                                                                                       Европе был вовсе не рад.
                                                                 На жителях грязных
                                                                 Не знающих бани
                                                                 Кормится сытая вошь
                                                                 В убогих домишках
                                                                 Их городишков
                                                                 Добычи большой не возьмешь.
                                                                                       Стоят городки
                                                                                       По колено в навозе
                                                                                       Холеры очаг и чумы
                                                                                       Носы зажимали
                                                                                       Наши славяне
               
                                                                       Пришедшие с войском орды
                                                                 Слетают гербы
                                                                 Со щитов феодалов
                                                                 Рыцари всюду бегут
                                                                 Мелькнули тумены
                                                                 Под стенами Вены
                                                                 Свернув на балканский маршрут
                                                                                       Где земли хорватов
                                                                                       Там теплое море
                                                                                       Лозы виноградной сок
                                                                                       Но хан не доволен
                                                                                       Степь – наша доля
                                                                                       Пора уходить на восток.

                                                                 Пусть копят богатство
                                                                 Нищие страны
                                                                 Кому мы вернули покой
                                                                 С нами победа
                                                                 Тенгре – наше небо
                                                                 С Европы идем домой.

                                                                

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