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Why not love us quietly for hours, if the Russians were bully Russians, if they got the stench from their clothes, walked on their own, lived for their own name, spoke their words and behind their hearts, so they said, what did they think? Accept I love the clock; I love on the shy krill you have a little bit of a frown, since a long time ago a zigalous person has a shukati of my forebears, talk with them about the usefulness of a long time, about the character of the glorious Russian people, about the character of the glorious people of Russia, and from the dull handles of my ancestors a mischievous great-grandson, ale you can talk to me, wondering about my rosum, and what I am talking about with them about old people and new fashions, I expect to see a change in their pods, and a blouse in front of all the alumni bonnets a la Moscow Krasuns in the eighth century - hope for a capital. Such a rank (savagely, intelligently for all readers), Old Russia is in my place more, not because of my spivgromadians, and as a gloomy Park there is a little rock in not overtaking the life of my threads, but we do not know As a result, there are some residents who have passed their capital. If you want to fall back on the trochie vantage of my memory, I will let my beloved readers see one of the bouvals, or history, I will feel in the region that day, in the kingdom of you, as the grandmother of my great Kazan, who was in great honor to the great Kazar ... Only I'm afraid to match the story; I’m afraid the old woman didn’t rush to the dark for that light, and she didn’t punish me with her bonfire for being thin ... Oh, no! Forgive my irresponsibility, generous tin - you are not handy to such a point! At the most earthly life of its own, it is meek and gentle, like a young lamb; your hand did not hammer here no mosquito, no flies, and the snowstorm was waiting quietly on your nose, it was fed: That is fine, now, if you are swimming in a sea of ​​indescribable bliss and dyhaєsh by the clearest hand of heaven, - you can, you can, your dear great-great-grandson? Ні! You will allow you to unbeatably settle in the praiseworthy craft of brute papyr, make unbearable people on the living and the dead, try to try the patience of your readers, and make them, as a matter of fact, let the god Morpheus get rid of them for the divine! At the very chilinu bachu there is an invincible light in the dark corridor of mine, the bucket of burning cola, as it spins blisteringly and in a trivial way, nareshti, - oh, a miracle! - to show me your image, the image of indescribable beauty, indescribable grandeur! Your eyes are like a sun; your mouth is chervonyut, like the dawn of a rank, like the tops of the snowy girders at the descent of the daylight, - you laugh, as you laugh at the first day of your boot, and in the capture I feel licorice-make-up your words: "Continue, my dear great-great-grandson!" So, I will continue, I will; і, enlivened by the pen, husband is chained by history Natalia, boyar's daughter.- Ale Persh is guilty of my acceptance; seizure, which led me to the manifestation of great-great-great-grandmother, including my soul's strength. I put a pen on a sprinkle of hilin - and the lines are written that will be the entrance, for the forefront!

At the throne city of the glorious Russian kingdom, in Moscow bilokam'yaniy, the boyar Matviy Andrєєv is alive, the ludin Bagata, the rosumna, the royal servant and, for the son of the Russian, the great Khlibosol. Win Volodya Bagatma is not a crook, but a patron and patron of his own people, who, in our time of day, may not be anyone's guess, but for the old people the life is called for. Having called the king his ruling eye, and not deceiving the right of the king's eye. If you had to pick up an important litigation, he called to himself for the help of the boyar Matvia, and the boyar Matvii, putting a clean hand on a clean heart, saying: “This is right (not by such-and-such decree, but having come to such a rotsi, ale) according to my conscience; He is guilty according to my conscience "- and the conscience of the bull is dependent on the truth and on the conscience of the king. On the right, it was violated without confidence: the right one came to heaven, the eye of a handyman clung to it, with his hand on the good sovereign and the good boyar, and the guilty one, until thickly licked, was taken with a litter of people.

We can’t say nothing about one praise for the son of the boyar Matvia, the son of a son, as it is well-known to every capital and in every kingdom, but the two dozen were sacredly delivered to the tables in the boyar, by the clean the highest gates of their own, having clicked to talk to them all, if only some people pass through, how could they be accommodated in the life of the boyars; Then, having picked up a larger number, turned around in the room, and told the guest to the skinny guest, having sat himself among them. Here, bowls and dishes, aromatic steam of hot grasses, like a thinner gloom, hovering over their heads quietly, so to delight. Tim for an hour, the gentleman, affectionately razmovlyav with the guests, knowing their consumers, serving them good please Having propounded their servants and having fun with them, as with friends. So, in the ancient patriarchal hour, since the human boom is not so short, the elder man, with the most important embellishments of the Siva, has seen earthly blessings in his numerical family - marveling at himself and, bachchi at every person, in every sight of him. “I’d hurt all the unmarried brothers, reminding them of their own glasses with wine, and vigoukou with one voice:“ Good, good boyar and our father! Mi p'єmo for your health! Drops of drops in our glass, styles of rock live happily! The stench drank, and the stench dripped onto the tablecloth.

Such a bouv is the boyar Matviy, the royal servant, the virgin friend of the people. Already sixty rocky years passed, even more shelter was twisting in the veins of that one, even the quiet threefold heart heralding the coming of a living evening and coming of the night - but is it good to be afraid of a thick, impenetrable gloom, in which people will be destroyed? Why should you be afraid of this dull way, if you are kind to him, if you are kind to him? If you go ahead fearlessly, enjoy the remaining interchanges of the prized light, the beastly look at the past and from the radiant - I want the dark, but not less than that, the radiant faces to put their feet into it. - Lyubov narodna, mercy of the tsarska bouly, the patch of the good-hearted old boyar; Happy birthday and joy, Natalya is loved by Natalya, one of Yogo's daughter. For a long time, having mourned for the mother of her, yaka fell asleep in her usual sleep in the same volume, ala the cypress of her friend's love was embedded in the letters of the love of her father - in the young Natalia, I got a new image of the merry, sad, sad words Bagato kvitiv in the field, in gays and green onions, ale dumb, similar trojand; the Trojan is all the finest; There was a lot of red in Moscow bilokam'yanoy, because the kingdom of Russia was from time to time enchanted by the living beauty and aptitudes, ale the red could not grow up with Natalya - Natalya Bula was all the more charming. Don't let the reader show you the bizarre of the Italian marmur and the Caucasian dream: it’s still not possible for the reader to reveal the bizarre of the individual її - і, having revealed the color of Zephyr's kohanka, still will not have a thorough understanding of Natalya’s scarcity. I’m afraid to continue reading, so I don’t have to read the repetitions of everyone at home, because in our retail hour, the shop of poetry is similar to beauty, and more than one writer bites his pen out of annoyance, and doesn’t know new ones. To deliver to the nobility and the fact that the very godly people of the kidnapped Vika, the Bachachi boyars' daughter at the common place, forgot to bow down to the earth, and the most advanced mothers gave the courage to their daughters. Socrates said that the beauty of the soul will become the image of the soul. I must believe in Socrates, who is more like a master sculptor (later, knowing the beauty of this forest), and in a different way, a sage, or a lover of wisdom (later, knowing the goodness of the soul). Take our charm Natalya is small charming soul, bully nizhna, like a turtledove, innocent, like a lamb, sweet, like a grass; in a word, all the power of the vikhovana devil is small, if the Russians did not read Locke's "About Vikhovannya", ni Russov's "Emilya" - in Pershe, in order that the authors did not write in the world, but in a different way, і to that, they knew how badly they knew literacy, - they did not read them, and they whipped up their children, as the nature of the grass and the quotation marks, so that they lived and lived for years, and used everything else as they please, but a share of the bull is merciful to them, and for the mercy of all , you will be glad to have good children, joy and happiness in your old days.

Notifications to grieve about the hours, if "Russian bully Russian", and Moscow beauties wore sarafans, and not hizuvali in Gallo-Saxon outfits. In order to resurrect the glorious hour, notifications about the news of the story, I feel from the grandmother of the yogo dyda.

A long time ago, in Moscow bilokam'yaniy, Bagatiy boyar Matviy Andrєєv is alive, the right hand and conscience of the tsar, hlibosol and even generous lyudin. The boyar had already passed sixty years, his squad died long ago, and alone Matvia was Natalia's daughter. Nichto didn’t ever grow up with Natalya, either in beauty or in laggard delivery. I don’t know literacy, she grew up, like a quinta, “a small charming soul, a bully nizhna, like a turtledove, innocent, like a lamb, sweet, like a grass mіsyats”. Gatherings to everyday, the dvchina was vishivati ​​day, and in the evenings I spent time with girlfriends at dvochih-evenings. Mati Natalia was replaced by an old nanny, a virgin servant of the deceased boyar. Such a life Natal led, until the "seventeenth spring of life" came. Once the divine thought, that all the creatures of the earth may have a couple, and the need for love has propelled in the heart. Natalya became sumptuous and thoughtful, because she could not see the obscurity of her heart. As soon as she was charged, having come to the service, the girl remembered in the church a beautiful young man in a blaky zhupan with golden goodziks, and at once zrozumila - tse win. On the next three days, the Yunaks did not appear in the church, but on the fourth day Natalya gave his knowledge.

For a few days, after a few days, he saw the girl out to the hvirtka of the tower, did not hesitate to speak, but then showed up before it. The nanny allowed the zakhanim to do things. Yunak, whose name was Oleksiy, was known to Natalia in love and being married to him secretly. Oleksiy was afraid that the boyar would not accept him in his son-in-law, and after seeing Natalia, he would throw the stench at the feet of Matviy when he was happy.

Nanny Bula was bought, and in the same evening Oleksiy took Natal to the old church, de їkh having entangled the old priest. Then, having buried an old nanny with them, the youngsters went to the thick forest of a drowsy forest. There was a hut, and they settled in the stench. The nanny, trembling out of fear, was viral, she saw her little dove rozbyinikov. Todi Oleksiy is famous, and he is synonymous with the disgraced boyar Lyuboslavsky. Thirty years later, a group of noble boyars "rose up against the legitimate rule of the young sovereign." Father Oleksiya in the rebellion did not take part, ale buv hesitated for a free riveting. "A friend of mine in the door of a dungeon", a boyar big, having lived in the midst of foreign tribes and died in the arms of a single son. The whole hour the boyar trimmed the leaves of one. Pohovavshis dad, Oleksiy turned to Moscow, sob to renew the honor of the family. A friend ruled the house in the middle of a fox and died without daughters of a Yunak. Having settled in a fox booth, Oleksiy often became a bouvati in Moscow, de-pawing Natalya and zakokhavsya. Having learned from the nanny, told about his addiction, and she allowed him to become a child.

Tim for an hour boyar Matviy discovered the loss. Vin showed the farewell sheet, written by Oleksim, the tsar, and the sovereign commanded to rozshukati until his virgin servant. The squabbles were triumphant until the summer, but they did not end with success. For the whole hour Natalia lived in the wilderness with a cohanim cholovik and nanny.

Unimportant on bezkhmarna, Happiness, my daughter did not forget about the daddy. Virna lyudina bringing їm news about the boyar. Once I got the message about the war with the Lithuanians. Oleksiy virishiv to fight, and by a feat bring honor to his family. Vіn virіshiv take Natalya to the daddy, alya she saw her wandering with the man and virally with him, changing into the man's odeag and introducing herself as Oleksiy's young brother.

A day later, the messenger brought the tsar a message about the victory. The chiefs reportedly described the battle to the sovereign and told about the good brothers, as the Persians rushed to the gates and swallowed the others. The hero was well-educated, the tsar knew, and the boyar Lyuboslavsky was singing. The sovereign was already aware of the unfair denunciation of the recently deceased barbel. Boyarin Matviy, on the other hand, became the young brother of the hero Natalia. The I tsar, and the old boyars punched arbitrariness to the young girlfriend. The stinks moved to the place and got back again. Oleksiy became the closeness of the tsar, and Boyarin Matviy lived up to a very old age and died in the well-loved ones.

Through the centuries of messages from the knowers, the tombstone with the names of Lyuboslavsky's friend, located on the site of the old church, de zakokhani started for the first time.

The day of life is seen in the distant pre-Petrovsky hours, since the life of the laity has passed the Domostroy ambushes.

Matviy Andriyovich - boyar, approaching the sovereign. Vіn yogo vіrny pіchnyk i right hand. Buv we are generous with people.

Matviy Andriyovich is already over sixty. Він vdіv. Alone vіkhoyu for a new bula daughter - Natalia. Divchina Bula is lovely, beautiful and lagidna. The soul of the її Bula is pure і Chuyna. A nanny took care of the vikhovannyam, who was the servant of the late mother.

Dvchina drove out to the church. Then, all day long she was busy with the handicraftsmen, and spent the evening with her girlfriends.

Axis, Natalia has passed seventeen rockies. The time has come for her, if the hearts of young people are thirsty for love. Dіvchina fell into a tightness, she didn’t know how to see her.

Ale axis, one time, see in the temple with a beautiful young man. The divine immediately buried itself in a new one. Yak viyavilosya, and young people are also primitive. First, in my heart, I lost love to Natalia.

Kilka dniv win having escorted the red to the її booth, not to start the rozmovi. Then he showed up in the booths before her. Famous boy at his love of the girl. An old nanny became a witness, as a rule. Yunak, whose name was Oleksiy, told Natalya, to be afraid at once, speak to the daddy її and proponyє їy confuse himself there, and write to all the boyar.

Dyvchina stayed a little longer. Welcome to the weekend. Pislya, having taken a nanny with him, Natalya at once with her and a young cholovіk to settle in Lisovіy khatintsi. Here Oleksiy prompted the reason for being brought to him. Batko yogo, nini departed, the temptations of the fate of life at the Vignan, as well as of the call of engagement in the participation in the serpent against the sovereign. The chain was riveted. Ale, so I died in foreign lands in the hands of one of his own blood. And after the death of yogo and finally Oleksiy came to Moscow and renew the honor of his father. Vin settled in tsiy khatintsi.

This is how the young people lived all winter in the forest. For the whole hour they had been making jokes to the devil, ale marno. One doveren Lyudin came to Natalia and told her about my father. Ale, once, donít win to them a sound about the war with the Lithuanians. Oleksiy Virushak at the place of battle. Natalya didn’t overlook the yogo, but, having changed into a cholovichy odyag, went with him all at once.

Heroes fend off the feat, boldly rushing into the battle against the enemy. A sound about two good-looking brothers of the tsar's reach. And Oleksiy and Natalya, turning to Moscow, tell about everything. Oleksiy stavati will approach the sovereign, as we already knew about the work hardening, aimed at the daddy. The stench of our own war squad was incriminated more times and lived happily. Father has forgiven the daughters of Svavilla and lived to see a very old age in otchinny children and onuks.

Golovna dumka povisti Natalya, boyarska daughter

Tsya povist, zychayno well, about kohannya. About that love, the yak is ready for the feats of endearing the kohan people. Ale, not only about tse. More one її head thoughtє those who would need to win the honor of their motherland, who would kill the young boyar.

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