A beauty for the support of our roots.
But Berkut was embarrassed, No, I will not give her away,
I'll never give my bride to anyone.
Then the eldest son ordered the fire to be set on fire,
That hut where the blacksmith lived.
The bride was tied up and thrown into a boat,
And Berkut was beaten by two soldiers.
The two sons came back to their father,
And the older one decided to get married.
He said: Here's the bride I brought you,
Get ready for the trial, sir.
Let the wedding be the most glamorous of all,
Let the people at the wedding rejoice
But the bride is sad, she's sad, she's sad.
How can she be, she doesn't want to be
To be somebody's wife, she doesn't want to be
But then the maid came to help,
And says to Anyuta:
At your wedding, when you're getting married,
We can swap with you.
Under the veil you can't see who's who.
And this way you'll be saved from the wedding.
I just love my eldest son,
But he doesn't know it.
And since I'm a maid, where can I find him
In the guise of a wife.
This way I'll make my dream come true,
And you have your interest.
I agree, said Anyuta.
That's all, I live…
Now we just need to get ready.
The wedding ceremony, all the people came,
To admire the young wife.
But the maid was under the veil,
And the girl was fleeing.
No one noticed the switch,
The groom only found out afterwards.
Well said, sir.
Now you are king,
Your maid is your queen.
"Anyuta ran, but as long as she could.
And her strength was all gone.
She lay quietly on the ground,
To rest by the pier.
And then someone's voice called Anyuta,
And it was the blacksmith.
He followed in her footsteps,
Looking for her everywhere, trying to find her.
And then he found her, lifted her up and embraced her,
And happiness knew no bounds.
Now I'll never give you away
I'll always be by your side.
As the years passed, Anyuta lived with her husband,
And enjoyed her life.
And year after year she gave birth to children,
Two handsome sons.
And one day, when they were grown up,
Two sons, Stepan and Procopius.
Went to the sea for their dream,
To the town where Anyuta was from.
And there they arranged their lives,
And all were very happy.
The tale of this story is fiction,
But there's truth in the tale.
A man is destined to love,
And to be reborn for love.
***
Instinct for life
Family. An ordinary husband and wife,
And with them joyful children,
Two sons and little Vetta.
And somehow of great love,
And faith in happiness without limits,
A hero was born in that family.
And in that family again an event.
But I'll say differently about the hero,
Not everyone can praise the destiny,
But to live and rejoice in every attention,
That makes one love his life.
The boy that was born to a couple in love.
Through no fault of his own, was ill from birth.
But the "golden" mother lived her soul with him,
And every moment the child was cherished.
No matter what the neighbors judged,
And said, why do you…?
You torment him, and you yourself are in sorrow,
You're destined to be born with a lot.
And my mother said to them:
And she covered their words with her hand,
You don't understand the power of a man,
He, too, needs to experience happiness.
And a happy man, even if he's sick.
It is not given to him to be like everyone else,
But if he breathes, he's happy with his life,
And he wouldn't want to complain to his fate.
That's not how this couple's fate turned out.
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