Napoleon: Total War Machinima
Poem written by: Mikhail Y. Lèrmontov (1814-1841)
Translation: Alexander Mikaberidze
Music: "Murka" (russian folk song)
Game: Napoleon: Total War
Modification: Europe in Conflict incl. sub-mods
Director and Narration: D|movie Production
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Borodino
by Mikhail Y. Lèrmontov (1814-1841)
- Say, uncle, why in spite of clashes
You gave up Moscow burnt to ashes
And yielded to the foe.
I heard it that the French were rushing
But that your blows were also crushing,
For who will ever, if he is Russian,
Forget Borodino!
-Yes, they were men who lived amongst us
Not like the present breed of youngsters,
By battles never tossed!
Too few of them survived the fighting-
The soldiers marked by fate for smiting;
It was the will of God Almighty
That Moscow should be lost!
For months we silently retreated.
We felt deceived but not defeated,
We heard from every trench,
"Here's the reward for all our labors-
To live with enemies like neighbors!
Are Russian bayonets and sabers
Too blunt to cut the French?"
Our battlefield was chosen later,
No field I'd ever seen was greater.
We built a broad redoubt.
We listened closely for a warning,
And when the sun in early morning
Had lit the treetops, guns, and awning,
The enemy was out.
I took a cannon ball and thrust it,
I thought, "Well, Frenchmen, you can trust it,
And try to understand:
You may be very strong and cunning,
But we have stopped, we've done our running,
We'll deal a blow that will stunning
And save the Russian land."
For three long days we fired at random,
We knew that we had not unmanned them,
And neither meant to yield.
Each soldier thought it should be ended:
For had we fought or just pretended?
And then it was that night descended
Upon the fateful field.
I dozed, like many, at my cannon;
The grounds the French enclosed and ran on
Were loud from weapons hurled.
But we were silent while they clattered,
Some furbished shakos sadly battered,
Some whetted bayonets half-shattered,
And grumbled at the world.
But when the dark of night receded,
All rose and mounted unimpeded;
We saw the marching men.
Our colonel was a man of mettle
He led us like his sons in battle,
He served the Tsar, but, felled with metal,
He'll never wake again.
And thus he said, as would our father,
"Boys, we are not retreating farther,
Look, Moscow is behind!
Let's die, as others died before us!"
"We will," we answered him in chorus,
And when the battle tossed and tore us,
We fought, to danger blind.
That was a day! The French, exalting,
Like heavy clouds, began assaulting
And aimed at our redoubt.
We saw a picture wild and motley:
Dragoons and uhlans struggling hotly -
The troops in smoke, intense and throttling,
Al rushing, running out
You'll never see such armies clashing,
The standards were like shadows dashing
Through fire and screeching lead.
Each step was manfully contested,
The soldiers' fingers never rested,
And cannon balls would drop, arrested
By masses of the dead.
We taught the enemy for ages
What is the Russian giant courageous,
When he has gone to war .
Earth shook like us - shot through and mangled,
We fell and fought, fatigued and strangled,
The field became a howling tangle-
All thunder, fire, and roar .
Dusk came and stopped the shots and rattle;
We could have fought another battle
Until its bitter end.
But then we heard that drums were beating,
And while the ruffians were retreating,
Our morning oaths we kept repeating
And counted every friend.
Yes, they were men who lived amongst us,
Not like the present breed of youngsters...
We were by battles tossed!
Too few of them survived the fighting-
The soldiers marked by fate for smiting;
It was the will of God Almighty
That Moscow should be lost!
Beautiful.
ArchhereticK 1 year ago 12
wow good!
MEGADOKURO 1 year ago 7