Христо Ботев - "Хайдути", рец. Богдан Дуков 

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Irene Fussell Could give you a link for another poem by the same author in englisht,but I don't find this one.

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Here: HAYDUTI Father and son I inflate, grandfather, kavala, to call after you - I sang songs of heroes, outlaws, songs about old voivodes - for Chavdar a terrible bandit, for Chavdar old voivode - the son of Petka the Scarecrow! To hear girls and boys by gatherings and by meetings; heroes in the mountains, and men in cool taverns: what children she gave birth to, gave birth, gives birth now Bulgarian heroic mother; what guys did she feed, nutrients, foods and today our land is beautiful! Ah, that's me, Grandpa love songs to listen to, and for weight alone to sing, for weight, grandpa, sorrel, and for his kahari, kahari, black annoyances! I'm sorry, Grandpa, I'm sorry, but play - do not be afraid, - I carry a heroic heart, voice I have copper Zagorje, so no one hears me, the song will be played by forests and by valleys - the forests will take it, valleys will repeat it, and my sorrow will pass away, sadness, grandpa, from the heart! And whoever wants to pull - will I tell him hard? The hero does not tolerate weight - but I have said and I say: Blessed is he who knows how for honor and will to take revenge - good to do good, the bad guy with the knife on his head, - I'll call the song! I Who does not know Chavdar voivode, who hasn't heard of him? Is Chorbadji a traitor, or the Turkish serdars? A shepherd on the mountain, or poor surmas! Chavdar had led a party up to twenty years and the bandit was terrible for chorbadjii and Turks; but for poor surmas the wing was Chavdar Voivoda! That's why he sings the song on the Strandzha bair forest, the Irin-Pirin grass; a brass flute invites them from Constantinople to Serbia and in my clear voice a reaper from the White Sea to the Danube - on Rumelia fields ... One was Chavdar Voivoda - one of father and mother, one of a faithful company; tiny mother left, stupid by daddy departments, without a sister, Chavdar, without a brother, no relative anywhere - a raft uncle traitor and nine-dozen squads! ... A twelve-year-old boy a shepherd gave it to his mother, to walk on someone else's door, to learn another's bread; but Chavdar is standing, standing - I stayed with her from day to noon! And what to win me? Big mother's armagan - These heavy words are poisonous: "Why did you sell me, mother? in a foreign village argatin: sheep and goats to graze, to make people laugh at me and to speak in my eyes: to have a father duke over so many squads, three words to scare, to rule the Balkan Mountains, and I sit with my uncle - with that surmashki traitor! his bastard to delay; hour after hour to tease me, that I'm hooked too, that man will not rise, and I will rot in prison, and they will drop my flesh on Kara bair by car! ... Damn my uncle's man! Damn it, mother, I tell you, I will not sit with him, his bastard to linger and scabies to return to him. Magpies and dogs ate them! I want to go to Dad, with my father in the Balkan Mountains; let my father teach me wherever he wants a craft. " Mother turned, dizzy - stone and fell on the heart; he looks Chavdar in the eye, in eyes black, large, strokes his curly head and the ore wretched, and wept. Chavdar looked at her timidly, and with tears in his eyes, his mother quickly asked: "Tell me, little one, why are you crying? If they hadn't caught Dad, caught or killed, and you, little one, stayed an orphan, hungry and thirsty? "... Hugged mother Chavdara, black kisses in his eyes, she sighed and said to him. "I'm crying for you, Chavdar, for you, beautiful child, written more colorfully: you are my only son one more tiny, and you utter bad words; - how will your mother feel sorry for you to go, son, with your father, bandit as you will become! Your father came last night, for you, son, to ask - He judged me very much and harassed me, that I sent you, son with your uncle, not with him - to see that he has a nice child hero; how far to conduct it, of a book to study, or a bandit did, to walk on the mountain. He ordered her three hundred orders, on Sunday to see you off at the haidouk gathering ... You will go, son Chavdar, mother's only child! You will go to him tomorrow; but I swear to you, if you are her dear mother, to cry, son, to want, not to lead you with a party, but to lead you far, on a book to study - mothers write letters to you, when do you go abroad ... " Chavdar jumped at me with joy, that he will go to his father, scary outlaws to see at the haidouk gathering; and the mother is angry, pitiful, he hugged his child sweetly and ... charged again, cried! ...

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