I went to spend the night in Burnabashi: this village is the farm of Captain Pasha. I read Omir for a long time, sorted through the Aeneid, Quintus of Smyrna, and fell asleep, so to speak, filled with pictures and descriptions of the divine Omir. A non-poetic circumstance woke me up and gave me no rest the whole night: thousands of nasfkom members declared war on me, and I, despite my mortal fatigue, could not go to bed until the morning. By morning I took a little nap, but with the first rays of the sun I woke up and went for a swim in Simois. Swimming completely refreshed me. Simoins is so fast that I could hardly stand on my feet in him; its bottom is strewn with small stones. As a souvenir, I took a few pebbles, picked a bunch of reeds, and returned to Bunar-Bashi to drink coffee. There was still enough time left, and I went through the Skeisumya gate to Troy, sat down on an elevated platform and began to look at Omir again. This charmer made me completely move into his mind: here is Hector going out to defend the fatherland, Hector, the strongest, and one might say the last stronghold of the Throne. Young Andromache, holding her son in her arms, accompanies her husband to the Skeian Gate. The picture of this farewell is inimitable; in it, Omir surpassed himself, penetrated to the depths of the human heart, and imagined all the feelings of a mother, and a wife, and an innocent baby, timidly not recognizing his father under a formidable helmet. I, it seems, saw them in front of me, sorry about the Androms, but I understood Hector AND KHOTBL With him, vm5stB go to defend the fatherland. Kavya Gentle feelings can resist love for the fatherland! Let's see how Omir describes this scene:
Tang's wife appeared; Behind her, one of the servants of the Son of the Persians was holding a completely headless baby, Their fruit was one, lovely, like a radiant star.
Hector called him Skamanarlem, the citizens of Trolne Astanaks: Hector was the only one who defended the story of Troy.
“He smiled quietly, looking at his son, speechless.
Andromache stood next to him, shedding tears; She shook his hand and said these words:
Amazing husband, your courage is ruining you! You never feel sorry for the baby or the poor mother; soon “I will be a widow, unhappy! soon Argivlie, “I will attack you and kill you!” and abandoned by you, Hector,. It is better for the myth to descend into the ground: there will be no joy, “If befallen by fate, you will leave me: my lot.” Sorrow!
My father’s old man was killed by Ahildes with his feet, “On the day, like the hail, he ruined the flowering trees of Kiliyu, They are high-growing. He himself killed Get!on, “But he did not dare to expose: he was afraid of dishonesty in his heart:
: Starna he burned VibetB with magnificent weapons, “He created a grave over the ashes, and around the grave of that Ulma “The Nymphs of the hills planted, Zeus the great daughter.
“My full-blooded brothers: there were seven left in the house:
all, and on one day, moved to the monastery of Hades.
“Achilles, the swift fighter, beat up all the unfortunate ones, “Catching heavy bulls and white-fleeced sheep in the flock.
My mother, at the valley of the lavender Plaka, the queen, “He drew the captive into his camp, with other spoils of war;, Hector, you are all a myth now, and warm and dear mother, “You and my only one, you and my wonderful husband!
“Have pity on me, and stay with us for the rest of our lives,” “Don’t make your son an orphan, don’t make your wife widowed; “Put our stench near the fig tree: there it is especially necessary to approach the city to the enemies, and ascend to the stronghold more easily:
“Advancing there three times, the heroes attempted to attack the city, “Both Ajax the mighty, the famous Idomeneo, “Both Atreus the sons and ‘Tidid, the daring warrior:
Perhaps some wise woman told them about this, “Or, perhaps, it was their common heart that directed them.
The famous, sparkling Hector answered her:
“Everything worries me, my wife, no less; but the strange “Stillness in front of every ‘Trojan and long-dressed Groyanka, “If, like a timid one, I stay here, calming down from the battle.
“Heart myth ho prohibit; I learned to be fearless, “Always bravely, between the Trojans, fight in battles; Good glory to your father and getting yourselves!”
“But let me perish and be covered with the dust of the earth, “Before I see your flesh and hear your pitiful cry!”