Los hijos estudian en la Academia de Kiev y retornan a casa, desde donde viajan a los
cuarteles cosacos (al sur de Ucrania)
junto al padre. En esta etapa nadie imagina que Taras Bulba
mate a su propio hijo.
Algunos párrafos de Taras Bulba, de Nikolai Gogol.
En vocabulario encontramos skirmish.
Y al final un hermoso video de una niña en familias
adoptivas: ¡Excelente!
“¡Ha llegado el momento de ganar gloria para los
cosacos!”... ante estas palabras los hombres dejaron el arado, rompieron los
barriles donde destilaban sus tragos, abandonaron los trastos y montaron en sus
caballos. El carácter ruso, profundamente enraizado en las entrañas, se
manifestó en toda su expresión… (De los jefes tribales a los hombres de las
villas y pueblos para llevarlos a la guerra)
Taras was one of the band of old-fashioned leaders; he was born for
warlike emotions, and was distinguished for his respectability of character. At
that epoch the influence of Poland had already begun to make itself felt upon
the Russian nobility. Many had adopted Polish customs, and began to display
luxury in splendid staffs of servants, hawks, huntsmen, dinners, and palaces.
This was not to Taras's taste. He liked the simple life of the Cossacks, and
quarrelled with those of his comrades who were inclined to the Warsaw party,
calling them serfs of the Polish nobles. Ever on the alert, he regarded himself
as the legal protector of the orthodox faith. He entered despotically into any
village where there was a general complaint of oppression by the revenue
farmers and of the addition of fresh taxes on necessaries. He and his Cossacks
executed justice, and made it a rule that in three cases it was absolutely
necessary to resort to the sword. Namely, when the commissioners did not
respect the superior officers and stood before them covered; when any one made
light of the faith and did not observe the customs of his ancestors; and,
finally, when the enemy were Mussulmans or Turks, against whom he considered it
permissible, in every case, to draw the sword for the glory of Christianity.
Now he rejoiced beforehand at the thought of how he would present himself
with his two sons at the Setch, and say, "See what fine young fellows I
have brought you!" how he would introduce them to all his old comrades,
steeled in warfare; how he would observe their first exploits in the sciences of
war and of drinking, which was also regarded as one of the principal warlike
qualities. At first he had intended to send them forth alone; but at the sight
of their freshness, stature, and manly personal beauty his martial spirit
flamed up and he resolved to go with them himself the very next day, although
there was no necessity for this except his obstinate self-will. He began at
once to hurry about and give orders; selected horses and trappings for his
sons, looked through the stables and storehouses, and chose servants to
accompany them on the morrow. He delegated his power to Osaul Tovkatch, and
gave with it a strict command to appear with his whole force at the Setch the
very instant he should receive a message from him. Although he was jolly, and
the effects of his drinking bout still lingered in his brain, he forgot
nothing. He even gave orders that the horses should be watered, their stalls
filled, and that they should be fed with the finest corn; and then he retired,
fatigued with all his labours.
"Now, children, we must sleep, but to-morrow we shall do what God
wills. Don't prepare us a bed: we need no bed; we will sleep in the
courtyard."
Night had but just stole over the heavens, but Bulba always went to bed
early. He lay down on a rug and covered himself with a sheepskin coat, for the
night air was quite sharp and he liked to lie warm when he was at home. He was
soon snoring, and the whole household speedily followed his example. All snored
and groaned as they lay in different corners. The watchman went to sleep the
first of all, he had drunk so much in honour of the young masters' home-coming.Arquero tátaro
The mother alone did not sleep. She bent over the pillow of her beloved
sons, as they lay side by side; she smoothed with a comb their carelessly
tangled locks, and moistened them with her tears. She gazed at them with her
whole soul, with every sense; she was wholly merged in the gaze, and yet she
could not gaze enough. She had fed them at her own breast, she had tended them
and brought them up; and now to see them only for an instant! "My sons, my
darling sons! what will become of you! what fate awaits you?" she said,
and tears stood in the wrinkles which disfigured her once beautiful face. In
truth, she was to be pitied, as was every woman of that period. She had lived
only for a moment of love, only during the first ardour of passion, only during
the first flush of youth; and then her grim betrayer had deserted her for the
sword, for his comrades and his drinks. She saw her husband two or three days
in a year, and then, for several years, heard nothing of him. And when she did
see him, when they did live together, what a life was hers! She endured insult,
even blows; she felt caresses given only in pity; she was a misplaced object in
that community of unmarried warriors, upon which wandering Zaporozhe cast a
colouring of its own. Her pleasureless youth flitted by; her ripe cheeks and
bosom went away unkissed and became covered with premature wrinkles. Love,
feeling, everything that is tender and passionate in a woman, was converted in
her into maternal love. She moved around her children with anxiety, passion,
tears, like the gull of the steppes. They were taking her sons, her darling
sons, from her—taking them from her, so that she should never see them again!
Who knew? Perhaps a Tatar would cut off their heads in the very first skirmish, and she would
never know where their deserted bodies might lie, torn by birds of prey; and
yet for each single drop of their blood she would have given all hers. Sobbing,
she gazed into their eyes, and thought, "Perhaps Bulba, when he wakes,
will put off their departure for a day or two; perhaps it occurred to him to go
so soon because he had been drinking." (Adaptación de Taras Bulba)
Vocabulario
Skirmish:
a minor fight in war usually incidental to larger movements.
Synonyms: brush, encounter, hassle, run-in, scrape.
Skirmishes
broke out between rebel groups.
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