!
To Syetch !
May the city grow in beauty and power
with every passing year !
To Syetch !
To Syetch !
And finally, comrades,
the last toast.
Comrades !
To all Christians in the world !
To Christians !
To Christians !
To Christians !
Cossacks think deeply.
Like eagles, they contemplate
their baleful destiny from above.
The fields will be covered
with their white bones,
generously drenched
in their Cossack blood.
But none of them will be forgotten.
And the Cossacks'
glory will live for ever.
A bard's prophetizing soul
will chant their praises aloud.
And all those who will be
born later will remember them.
Because a strong word reaches far away,
as the clock's powerful rumble,
in which many lords have
melted their precious silver,
so it may resound far across,
in towns and villages,
calling everyone to the holy prayer.
Attack !
Forward !
Do not yield !
Don't let them break through our ranks.
Concentrate fire on them !
Hey, your weapons
are really worth a lot !
I killed seven Poles but I
haven't seen such a weapon yet.
Filthy dog !
Vivat !
Take this !
Come on !
The colonel has been killed,
do you hear, brothers ?!
The colonel is dead !
Dimitrovitch is dead !
And why aren't you a colonel ?
No, really ?
Kukubenko, colonel !
With me !
Come on !
Our victory, comrade !
No, this is not a victory yet.
They are yours,
yours, damned son.
You're slaying yours.
Draw him towards the woods.
Draw him there for me !
And what are we going to do now ?
So, sonny,
you've been
helping the Polacks ?
Selling yourself like that !
Selling your faith !
Selling yours...
Get down !
Get off that horse !
Stop and don't move !
I fathered you...
and I shall kill you.
And you were such a good Cossack.
Strong, and proud.
Such a... noble face...
A strong arm in the battle.
Lost...
Lost, shamefully.
Why, mangy dog ?
We are in trouble, chief !
Everybody's looking for you !
The enemy has got backup forces.
But the Cossacks won't die if they
don't see you before their very eyes !
They want you to come and see them
before it's time to die.
So, comrades,
your cartridges are full ?
Is the Cossacks' army
still powerful ?
Do the Cossacks surrender ?
Our cartridges are full, chief !
And we haven't lost our power !
And we will never surrender !
I'm leaving this world without regret.
God gives the same death to all.
May Russia remain glorious
until the end of centuries.
May Russia get rid of its
enemies for ever, and rejoice.
And the young soul flies away.
Angels covered it under their wings
and took it to the skies.
There it will be well.
"Sit down at my right."
the Lord will say.
"You haven't changed comradeship."
"You have not been disgraced.
You defended and preserved my Church."
So, comrades,
your cartridges are full ?
Is the Cossacks' army still powerful ?
Do the Cossacks surrender ?
Our cartridges are full, chief !
And we haven't lost our power !
And we will never surrender !
One of the most valiant Cossack chiefs.
He took part in numerous expeditions,
the most glorious as far as
the Anatolian coast.
He gathered large wealth
and somptuous objects.
And the bards will chant his
praise long after his death.
It seems, comrades,
that this is a good death.
I killed seven with the saber,
and nine with the dagger.
May Russia blossom
for ever.
Cossack Mossiy Shilo was strong.
More than once he commanded at sea,
and he went through numerous trials.
He might have been Koshevoy,
but he was a peculiar type of Cossack.
He used to drink and spend without telling,
and he owed everyone money in Syetch.
Besides, he was a notorious thief : one night,
he stole a harness and sold it to an innkeeper.
For such a shameful act,
he was tied to a post,

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