BURY me, brothers, between three roads, The Kief, and the Moscow, and the Murom famed in story. At my feet fasten my horse, At my head set a life-bestowing cross, In my right hand place my keen sabre. Whoever passes by will stop; Before my life-bestowing cross will he utter a prayer, At the sight of my black steed will he be startled, At the sight of my keen sword will he be terrified. "Surely this is a brigand who is buried here! A son of the brigand, the bold Stenka Razin!" |