But Berkut was embarrassed, No, I will not give her away,

I'll never give my bride to anyone.

Then the eldest son ordered the fire to be set on fire,

That hut where the blacksmith lived.

The bride was tied up and thrown into a boat,

And Berkut was beaten by two soldiers.

The two sons came back to their father,

And the older one decided to get married.

He said: Here's the bride I brought you,

Get ready for the trial, sir.

Let the wedding be the most glamorous of all,

Let the people at the wedding rejoice

But the bride is sad, she's sad, she's sad.

How can she be, she doesn't want to be

To be somebody's wife, she doesn't want to be

But then the maid came to help,

And says to Anyuta:

At your wedding, when you're getting married,

We can swap with you.

Under the veil you can't see who's who.

And this way you'll be saved from the wedding.

I just love my eldest son,

But he doesn't know it.

And since I'm a maid, where can I find him

In the guise of a wife.

This way I'll make my dream come true,

And you have your interest.

I agree, said Anyuta.

That's all, I live…

Now we just need to get ready.

The wedding ceremony, all the people came,

To admire the young wife.

But the maid was under the veil,

And the girl was fleeing.

No one noticed the switch,

The groom only found out afterwards.

Well said, sir.

Now you are king,

Your maid is your queen.

"Anyuta ran, but as long as she could.

And her strength was all gone.

She lay quietly on the ground,

To rest by the pier.

And then someone's voice called Anyuta,

And it was the blacksmith.

He followed in her footsteps,

Looking for her everywhere, trying to find her.

And then he found her, lifted her up and embraced her,

And happiness knew no bounds.

Now I'll never give you away

I'll always be by your side.

As the years passed, Anyuta lived with her husband,

And enjoyed her life.

And year after year she gave birth to children,

Two handsome sons.

And one day, when they were grown up,

Two sons, Stepan and Procopius.

Went to the sea for their dream,

To the town where Anyuta was from.

And there they arranged their lives,

And all were very happy.

The tale of this story is fiction,

But there's truth in the tale.

A man is destined to love,

And to be reborn for love.

***

Instinct for life

Family. An ordinary husband and wife,

And with them joyful children,

Two sons and little Vetta.

And somehow of great love,

And faith in happiness without limits,

A hero was born in that family.

And in that family again an event.

But I'll say differently about the hero,

Not everyone can praise the destiny,

But to live and rejoice in every attention,

That makes one love his life.

The boy that was born to a couple in love.

Through no fault of his own, was ill from birth.

But the "golden" mother lived her soul with him,

And every moment the child was cherished.

No matter what the neighbors judged,

And said, why do you…?

You torment him, and you yourself are in sorrow,

You're destined to be born with a lot.

And my mother said to them:

And she covered their words with her hand,

You don't understand the power of a man,

He, too, needs to experience happiness.

And a happy man, even if he's sick.

It is not given to him to be like everyone else,

But if he breathes, he's happy with his life,

And he wouldn't want to complain to his fate.

That's not how this couple's fate turned out.

And all his cares were thrown to him.

He was cherished, loved and caressed

And they didn't shed a tear for their family.

As the years went by, Roma grew up and enjoyed life.

No one insulted or blamed him.

And he didn't seem superfluous in that family,

He just lived as he should.

And then one night, at night time,

When everyone had long since gone to bed.

Only Roma, reluctantly in bed,

He couldn't sleep and went out for a walk.

And in the kitchen he found matches,

And he suddenly wanted to know

How his mother uses these things,

And what it is possible to set fire to.

But the power of waiting for desire,

Momentarily brought to the house fire,

And Roma of all not understanding,

What to do, he did not expect it.

At first he watched the flames burn,

And only then, when in the smoke.

The flames made him clearly suffocate,

And realizing he had to save his family.

His instincts for life led him to the impulse,

He began to call, to knock, to shout for his family.

Through sleep, all the inhabitants naturally awoke,

When the apartment was filled with smoke.

Naturally everyone was in shock.

But the main thing that they were given to understand.

That a man who had no purpose in life

Was able to feel that he had to survive.

And in that family from now on, the feeling of life is sacred,

And everything is given for it with a soul.

When fate is prejudiced against you,

But life is ready to change it.

History leads a man.

To live, life needs to be understood,

And for it to be given with an answer,

A family must nurture it with love.

***

A man at the altar

A man lived like all ordinary people,

Loved, suffered, held on, grew up.

But like everyone else, he succumbed to his will,

As life flowed, so did he carry it.

But then one day a thought occurred to him.

How terrible it is to live, but to be a stranger in life.

All men live like that, in other people's destinies,

But we don't want to dig into our own fate.

Why was he born into this mundane world?

He never thought How he would live later on.

But every day he believed in a miracle,

That his life would strike a chord in that hour.

And in the episodes of life bathed,

That man went up to the altar.

To ask God if he was right in his deeds,

That every day he gives his life.

To which the Almighty, with signs, let him go,

All the truth that was born in his eyes.

Thou man look'st upon life playing,

And only yourself betrayed by untruth.

No one will ever move life,

You're a man's master but yourself.

And only the righteous path you'll build for yourself.

When in life thou shalt love thyself.

Then it will be like the kingdom of God,

When God and man are at one with him.

Wise deeds will be needed as air,

To live with your soul, soaring high…

***

Stability

Everyone knows what they dream of.

Of soul, of balance, of life.

And they're all just thoughts,

And in deeds, it's not what happens.

Which leads to the manifestation of rudeness,

To an attitude of disorder.

Unwillingness to move to action,

And "hangs" the inhibition of life.

These are all but ridiculous difficulties,

Like balance, like the scales of stability.

There are black and white stripes,

In this world it's all acceptable.

Everyone sees it differently,

Everyone makes mistakes.

It's just a sign of the breath of life,

The desire for superiority.

We don't see the signs of attention,