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Based on V. Ivanov's book "Rus the Primordial"
"From the days of yore, we, the Greeks,
have called these knights
'the Rosichi' or 'the men of Rus'
The men of Rus are valiant warriors
During raids few slaves can be captured
from among these Slavs
for they prefer death to slavery."
Zachary the Rhetor, 5th century A.D.
The Childhood of Ratibor
Sleep, my baby, Ratibor
Sleep sweetly
Like the eyes of the land, the lakes, also sleep
Sweetly sleep
Like the lakes
The Ros, our river, also sleeps
Sweetly sleeps
Ros the river sleeps so sweetly...
And you sleep too, my springlet
Little Ratibor
The woods sleep
And like walls, surround our towns
Alright
Aneyushka, that`s for you
Mstislavushka is ill
He needs your help!
Oh Dawn, oh Dusk
You are two sisters
One of the morning, one of the evening
Lift the cursed fever from little Mstislavushka
Grant him a deep sleep
You, Rozhanitsi, Radunitsi
Our foremothers
The granddaughters of Svarog
See through his recovery ??????????
I know
I see
Mighty is my word
Mighty
Grow up big, Ratibor!
Come on, Ratibor
Walk with more cheer!
Grow faster!
It`s too early
He`s big!
Right, Ratibor?
Here`s a horsie for you
Take this knife!
Cut off the spare wood!
What is this?
We call this boot-dagger a knife
Yes, you can hide it in your boot
That`s good, Ratibor
Now you know what pain is, don`t you?
You won`t hurt others without a cause
Here are our forests
Alive, just like me and you
The sap flows
From the roots to the highest branch
What`s this?
That`s the taste of your forest, Ratibor
What`s that?
That's the wood spirit
This happens every spring
What if you'd missed?
No, Ratibor
I couldn't have missed
Hold your left hand more firmly
Firm against the bone!
Curve your wrist
Well done!
Shoot again
You'll collect the arrows later
Do you hear that, Ratibor?
That's a lark
They come first
Where do they live? How do they live?
Who knows...
You shouldn`t hurt them
We call them the soul of songs
Darn, he's scared all the fish away
And who is that?
That is Mstislavushka, of course,
Who was ill last autumn
Also, his grandfather fought last summer
He took out 5 steppe people...
...and the sixth got him
Death is not scary, Ratibor
But life in shackles is
We've lingered around for too long
So let`s go!
O god of the sun!
O god of light and fertility!
O great Hors!
You children have come to you!
Oh grant them your warmth!
Send them warm rains!
So that the children of your chilren
Live for peaceful toil
Belai, at this rate
he'll die there on the furrow
Everyone wants to die doing sacred work
Go!
It`s hard for old people
Their legs aren't as they used to be
His strength is in his purity
Who could compare with him?
No one!
What if the Khazars come
Who will harvest this then?
No matter if they come or not
You must plow and sow
You must believe in the better
To await life, not death
Run, Mstislavushka!
Run to the town!
And tell the chief that we're in trouble!
Mstisha!
Go to the oakwood!
And stay low!
We've done a good job!
A good one indeed!
Living for life's sake
a Rosich always chooses freedom
There is no death, Ratibor
O our forbearers!
O Radunitsi our foremothers!
O Svarog, O Dazdbog!
Defend and protect us!
We will all be in the heavens
Each at their own time
But now, Svarog
Save your grandchildren!
"Living for life's sake
a Rosich always chooses freedom"
"There is no death, Ratibor"
People from far and wide
have come to the burial
by their own will
to again remember their unity
The strength of our bonds here
makes us wish
to live on even after death
We shall meet!
We will meet!
The end