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"- …na krugu polozhili idti, dedko! - kriknuli s lodki. - Slava Gospodu Iisusu!- …na Azov - pri͡amym pristupom… - skazal sam sebe ded Larion.Opershisʹ podmyshkoĭ na posokh, stal vybivatʹ trubku, stucha po ruke, kak po derevi͡annoĭ:- …a kak poshël by kazakam svoĭ kamennyĭ gorod: u samogo mori͡a. Khoshʹ, v Kafu idi. Pozhelaeshʹ - v T͡Sarʹgrad".Prostory Dikogo poli͡a - mesto, gde vcherashniĭ okhotnik na li͡udeĭ obrashchaetsi͡a v plennika.Zdesʹ lob v lob vstrechai͡utsi͡a protivoborstvui͡ushchie plemena i vrazhdui͡ushchie verovanii͡a.Zdesʹ v odnom cheloveke slivai͡utsi͡a voedino krovi narodov, nasmertʹ protivostoi͡ashchikh drug drugu.…Tak i͡avli͡aetsi͡a na svet tuma - russkiĭ metis, chʹë imi͡a odnazhdy prozvuchit vo vsekh predelakh zemli i stanet pesneĭ i mifom.Zdesʹ - zhiznʹ, vmestivshai͡a neschëtnye voinskie pokhody i velikie li͡ubovi. Zdesʹ i͡avlena chelovecheskai͡a voli͡a, preodolevai͡ushchai͡a ad.Vremi͡a deĭstvii͡a - XVII vek. Mesto deĭstvii͡a - kazachiĭ Don, Rossii͡a i eë krovotochashchie ukraĭny, Krym i Solovet͡skiĭ monastyrʹ… Sredi personazheĭ - bratʹi͡a Raziny Stepan, Ivan i Frol i otet͡s ikh Timofeĭ, t͡sarskie boi͡are i osmanskie bei, budushchiĭ patriarkh Nikon, atamany Voĭska Donskogo, esauly i kazaki: samye i͡arkie li͡udi svoeĭ ėpokhi.Pered vami kniga, gde proshloe stanovitsi͡a i͡avʹi͡u: ėto bolʹshe, chem legenda, - ėto pravda. Chitatelʹ bez truda uznaet kazhdogo personazha kak svoego blizkogo i poĭmët tu zhiznʹ kak svoi͡u: zdesʹ opisany nashi predki, perezhivavshie te zhe samye strasti, chto perezhivaem segodni͡a my.…V ėtom ėpicheskom, napisannom na vosʹmi i͡azykakh, izumli͡ai͡ushchego masshtaba romane mozhno zapropastʹ, kak v samykh li͡ubimykh knigakh i͡unosti."- Povedali, tebe byl dar: konʹ voronoĭ.- Poka i͡a v temnit͡se, mozhno podaritʹ mne vsekh zvereĭ zemnykh i vsekh ptit͡s nebesnykh, - otvetil Razin. - I dari͡ashchiĭ ne potratit ni rubli͡a.Grek podni͡al pravui͡u ruku, otkryv ladonʹ:- Pasha ne obmanet tebi͡a. Ty smozheshʹ zabratʹ svoĭ dar.- I͡A mogu zabratʹ svoĭ dar. Potom pravitelʹ mozhet zabratʹ svoĭ dar, - otvetil Stepan.- Gospodʹ mozhet vsë zabratʹ, - skazal grek.- Vernye slova, ėfendi, - Stepan sklonil golovu. - U kazaka mozhet zabratʹ tolʹko Gospodʹ".

"...it's time to go in a circle, dedko! — they shouted from the boat. — Glory to the Lord Jesus!—... to the Azov Sea — a direct attack...— grandfather Larion said to himself.Leaning on his staff under his arm, he began to knock out the pipe, tapping his hand as if it were made of wood:— ...and how would the Cossacks go to their stone city: by the sea. Go to the Cafe. If you wish, you can go to Constantinople."The expanses of the Wild Field are the place where yesterday's human hunter turns into a prisoner.Here, warring tribes and warring beliefs meet head-on.Here, the blood of nations that oppose each other to the death merges into one person....So tuma is born, a Russian mestizo, whose name will one day be heard throughout the earth and become a song and a myth.Here is a life that has contained countless military campaigns and great loves. Here is the human will that overcomes hell.The time of action is the 17th century. The scene is the Cossack Don, Russia and its bleeding Ukrainians, Crimea and the Solovetsky Monastery… Among the characters are the Razin brothers Stepan, Ivan and Frol and their father Timofey, royal boyars and Ottoman beys, the future Patriarch Nikon, atamans of the Don Army, yesauls and Cossacks: the brightest people of their era.Here is a book where the past becomes reality.: It's more than a legend, it's true. The reader will easily recognize each character as his own and understand that life as his own: our ancestors are described here, who experienced the same passions that we are experiencing today....In this epic novel, written in eight languages, of an amazing scale, one can disappear, as in the most beloved books of youth."They told me you had a gift: a black horse."While I'm in prison, you can give me all the animals of the earth and all the birds of the sky," Razin replied. — And the giver won't spend a single ruble.The Greek raised his right hand, opening his palm:— Pasha will not deceive you. You can take back your gift."I can take back my gift." Then the ruler can withdraw his gift," Stepan replied.—The Lord can take everything,— said the Greek."Those are the right words, Effendi,— Stepan bowed his head. "Only the Lord can take it from a Cossack."