Book: Taras Bulba

Do you think there are in the world are the lights of flour and a force that would be overpowered Russian power!

Right under the heart came a bullet, but getting the old whole his spirit and said, "do Not wish to part with the light. God gives the same death! Let known until the end of the century, the Russian land!" And rushed to Visina Buldogov soul to tell of the long-departed elders, how to fight on Russian soil and, even better, as they can die in the Holy faith.

And turning it on, son!

You know, the infamous bastards on our land; I think only that they were bread Rick, ricks da horse herd them, would be intact in the cellars of sealed honey them. Adopt the devil knows what busurmanskie customs; shun his tongue; with his do not want to speak; your your sells, how to sell a soulless creature on the trade market. The mercy of a foreign king, and not the king, and foul mercy of the Polish magnate, which is yellow chobotom your beats them in the face, more expensive for them all fraternity. But in the lowest of bastards, what he does there, though all he rolled around in soot and poklonnichestvo, and that there is, my friends, the grain of Russian feeling. And it will Wake up one day and hit it, hapless, by hands on the floor, grabbed a his head, cursed loudly despicable his life, ready to torment to atone for a shameful act. Let all of them know what it means in the Russian land Association! For that matter, to die - so anyone W of them shall so die!.. Anyone, anyone!.. Not enough from them to the nature of their mouse!

If Kozak was caught stealing, stole some trifle, it was considered a reproach to all Cossacks: its as evil, tied to the pillory and put near it cudgel which anyone passing was obliged to strike him, yet thus was not beaten him to death. Do not pay the debtor's chain shackled to the cannon, where it had to sit until then while someone from the comrades did not dare to buy it and to pay for his damages. But most of all impressed at Andria terrible execution defined for the killing. Then, with him, dug a hole, put murderer and over it the coffin, entering into the body of a murdered them, and then both were covered with earth.

Was not craft, which would not know Kozak: fill with smoke wine, equip, cart, grind gunpowder, to celebrate Kuznetsk, metalwork work, and in addition to that, walking recklessly, drinking and cheating, as only one Russian - all that was him on the shoulder.

I gave birth to you, I'll kill you!

No, brothers, to love as the Russian soul, to love not through reason or the other, and all that God has given that neither is in you, and... - said Taras, and waved his hand, and shook white hair and mustache, blinked, and said: - No, because no one can love!

He is still not a good soldier, who has not lost spirit in an important case, and he is a good soldier, who and idleness will not soskochit, who all suffer, and even though you tell him that Hoch, and he still put on his.

There is still a gunpowder in powder flasks.

- I the father, friends and homeland! - said Andrew, shaking quickly head straight and all straight as cascade poplar, mill your. If so, that's what: no I have none! Nobody! he repeated the same voice, and accompanied the motion with some elastic, enduring, Kozak expressed determination on the matter, unheard of and impossible for another. - Who said that my homeland PoA? Who gave it to me in the homeland? Motherland is what our soul seeks, what is dearer for it all. My Motherland - you! Here's my Motherland! And I carried this very homeland in my heart, I will carry it until my century, and see, let someone else from the Cossacks snatch it out! And all that is, sell, give, for this will destroy the Fatherland!

Be patient Cossack chieftain will!

When people fall in love, he is still the sole, which, if soaked in water, take it, bend - it will bend.

Don't have a bond holier partnership! The father loves his child, the mother loves her child, a child loves his father and mother. But that's not something brothers: and the beast loves her child. But to become related by kinship of mind, not of blood, maybe only one person.