Ivan Tsarevich. I go to YOU! (№ 343038)

I am writing to you, dead Han!
Because today in a fair fight
You can't die from honest wounds
And, as a vicious dog will kill you!
Don't rape their gods.
They could not stand!
Because for us the truth the light
Hover the banners of my regiments,
Holy victories.
The primeval forests, through the stars at night,
Through the wind, on which sharpen the swords,
On carpets of feather grass
I GO TO YOU!