VIII
Marco goes with the Chumaks.
Walking, singing,
Don't hurry to the house -
Will grazes.
Good luck Marco Catherine
Cloth dear,
And my father sewed a belt
Red silk,
And mercenaries on ochipok
Gold brocade
And a good red handkerchief
With a white hood.
And baby shoes,
Figs and grapes,
And all together - red
Wines from Constantinople
A bucket of three in a barrel,
And coffee from the Don -
He's lucky, but he doesn't know
What's going on at home!
Marco goes, doesn't worry.
I came - thank God!
And the gate opens,
And he prays to God.
"Do you hear, Catherine?"
Run to meet!
Already come! Run faster!
Take me to the house faster! ..
Glory to you, Christ God!
It was hard to wait! ”
And our Father quietly,
I spoke through a dream, read.
The old ox harnesses,
Splinters hides
Networks, and Katrusya
Mark inspects.
"And where is Anna, Catherine?"
I still do not care!
Didn't she die? ”
"No, she didn't die,
And very ill.
We only go to a small house,
While unharnessing
Will father: she you,
Mark, waiting.
Marco entered the small house
And stood on the threshold ...
He was scared. Anna whispers:
“Glory ... glory to God!
Come here, don't be afraid ...
Get out of the house, Katre:
I have something to ask,
Tell me something. "
Catherine left the house,
And Marco bowed
To the mercenary in the head.
“Mark! look
You look at me:
See how I wasted?
I'm not Anna, not a mercenary,
I..."
And numb.
Marco cried, surprised.
She opened her eyes again,
I looked intently, intently -
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Forgive me! I was punished
All my life in someone else's house ...
Forgive me, my son!
I ... I'm your mother. "
And she fell silent ...
Zomliv Marko,
And the earth trembled.
I woke up ... to my mother -
And my mother is already asleep!
