In Oars' Splashes / В плеске вёсел

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    “In Novgorod, indeed, they are bullies and dare-devils. In Yaroslavl, really, they are fist fighters and line fighters. In Kostroma they are hellbenders, I swear it! And floating around the Volga expanses, with a saber and a pole-axe, each of them is a boyar. Every one of them believes that, by all means, he will make a fortune and win honour in battle by his boldness and sharp blade”. So, down the wind, Wolves of the North!

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My blood – the Volga’s wind, let’s tear sinews sails!
Foretell and give a restless fate!
By ushkui oars of brigand lot, and by battle-flails
Endow, set free – to right and left!

In oars’ splashes, in stretch glare, in pines’ roar in a storm,
In a violent spring’s high water – at the time of swans–
Pierce my soul and slash my heart with a glowing sword,
Volga-mother, freedom-Volga, Volga-heart of songs!

Thou art billows, Volga’s essence – beat with all Thy strength!
Crash the ice! Throw on the sides! Carry to sea waves!
Give free range to the fast boats of the daring men.
By Thine ardent pure billow sweep our souls again!

Give me wings above the abyss, I’ll rush to the cloud whirl –
As a falcon old true story, as a swish of solar swords!
As delight of Dazhdbog’s grandson standing on his soil!
As a swordsman with two sword blades, as a flashing storm!

So, let’s campaign! Let’s scatter our long oars!
Drum on the cloths of sails with all alarming winds!
We are to plow the virgin soil of vernal floods by boat bows!
So, let’s campaign!

In oars’ splashes, in stretch glare, in pines’ roar in a storm,
In a violent spring’s high water – at the time of swans–
Pierce my soul and slash my heart with a glowing sword,
Volga-mother, freedom-Volga, Volga-heart of songs!

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