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ЗАСПІВ ДО ПОЕМИ „ГАЙДАМАКИ" Переклав(УРИВОК)К. Е. МЕННШГTHE HAYDAMAKI(Prologue)Sons of mine, O haydamakilBroad’s the world, and freedom!Sons of mine, go out to revelAnd to try your fate!Sons of mine, who still are youthful,Children still untutored IWho of you without your motherIn the world is practised?Seine of mine! My little eagles!Fly to Ukraine IThough you grow adult and active,Foreign land’s a hindrance.There your spirit gain more knowledge,Keep itself untarnished;There . . . 0 there. . . ’tis hard, my children!When they let you in a cabin,Jesting they will smile upon you;Such, they say, are people;All that’s written and that’s printedEven blame the sunlight:“Not from there they say light cometh.Right it never shineth.That is why it із so needed ...”What can you be doing?You must listen, maybe trulyShines the sun in error,As the writers read their writings.And the years have wisdom 1What can they to you be tellingYes, I know your glory!They deceive you, ridicule you,Throw you ’neath the benches.“Let them feast, they all make answer,Till the father risesOf our famous hetmans,Or the fool will rise and tell usIn dead words that bore u b .34