Witnesses of antiquity were distrustful of those who ardently threw themselves into oaths ...
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Oaths of allegiance. |
In what guise will they now appear to us? |
For answers, I again indulge in parables.
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Both born under the same sky
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They shared the same bread. |
Brothers named
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They called themselves blood
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Kept together for the time being
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Years sharpened interests
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Making their roads fork
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One of them, leaving childhood in the mountains,
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Warmed under the wing of a two-headed bird
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He began to serve the capital without waiting
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How quickly the flame of Islam will flare up
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Battle banners with different coats of arms
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In an instant they dubbed the brothers as enemies
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Inevitable Stories
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No matter how much you argue, there are
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To this day with new pain
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It seems that the topic has been passed more than once, but there is even more salt on the wounds
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Unaware of sadness, that other
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Left to live in the highlands
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Fought in the gorges, slept in the field
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Often appeared on the same pass
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Where once the boys rushed two
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Smoked until you drop, dreaming of rushing to the sea,
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But they parted soon
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With a single promise
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Often ancient with distrust
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Looked at those who took vows with impatience
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Loyalty - where is it, in what guise?
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Traces remained only in parables
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How often the ancients with distrust
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Looked at those who took vows with impatience
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Loyalty - where is it, in what guise?
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Traces remained only in parables
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Each of them fought bravely
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Collected awards, collected scars
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Thanks to their temper, it was said that the prisoners
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Began to add legends about them
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By order of the military cabinets, the irony of the moment
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Entangled two destinies with a black ribbon
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Came to the southern town
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Professional with a secret mission
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The second is given instructions:
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Identity, address, streets, zero envelope opened
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My head was spinning when
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Suddenly, letters floated before my eyes.
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In the photographs of the enemy commander
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Facial features familiar from childhood
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The hand clenched with trembling fingers
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Full face and profile of a longtime fugitive
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Day or night without closing your eyes, the evening is near
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Hundreds of times he imagined their meeting
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Well, to hell with him!
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After all, the blade must be sharp!
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Here it is the bridge, behind someone's voice
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Doesn't look like an ordinary passer-by
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They threw themselves into the arms
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Dropped dead from cold steel under hot skin
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Often ancient with distrust
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Looked at those who took vows with impatience
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Loyalty - where is it, in what guise?
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Traces remained only in parables
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How often the ancients with distrust
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Looked at those who took vows with impatience
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Loyalty - where is it, in what guise?
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Traces remained only in parables
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The story of those who remained faithful
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Friends and worthy warriors
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Though the ancients often lamented
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On empty oaths wordy |