The legend of the Mamaev battle

I want to tell you, brothers, about the struggle of the recent war, how the battle on the Don took place between Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich and all Orthodox Christians with the filthy Mamai and the godless Agarians. And God exalted the Christian race, and humiliated the filthy and shamed their savagery […].

[…] When the great prince was at the place called Berezuy, twenty-three fields from the Don, the fifth day of the month of September arrived - the day of memory of the holy prophet Zechariah (on the same day the murder of Dmitry's ancestor - Prince Gleb Vladimirovich), and two arrived from his outpost, Peter Gorsky and Karp Oleksin, brought a noble language from among the dignitaries of the royal court. That language tells: “Already the tsar is standing on the Kuzmin Gati, but he is in no hurry, waiting for Olgerd of Lithuania and Oleg of Ryazan; guided by the information received from Oleg, the tsar does not know about your fees and does not expect a meeting with you; in three days should be on the Don. The great prince asked him about the power of the king, and he replied: "An uncountable number of troops is his strength, no one can count them."

The great prince began to consult with his brother and with his newly found brother, with the Lithuanian princes: “Will we stay here further or will we cross the Don?” The Olgerdovichi told him: “If you want a solid army, then order to cross the Don so that not a single one has the thought of retreating; do not think about the great power of the enemy, for God is not in power, but in truth: Yaroslav, having crossed the river, defeated Svyatopolk, your great-grandfather, the great prince Alexander, having crossed the Neva River, defeated the king, and you, calling on God, should do the same do. And if we defeat the enemy, then we will all be saved, but if we perish, then we will all accept a common death - from princes to ordinary people. You, sovereign Grand Duke, now need to forget about death, speak with bold words, so that your army will be strengthened from those speeches: after all, we see what a great number of chosen knights are in your army.

And the great prince ordered the army to cross the Don.

And at this time, the scouts are hurrying, because the filthy Tatars are approaching. And many Russian sons rejoiced with great joy, tea of ​​their desired feat, which they still dreamed about in Russia.

[…] And menacingly both great forces converged, fighting firmly, brutally destroying each other, not only from weapons, but also from terrible crowding under horse hooves, they breathed their last, for it was impossible to accommodate everyone on that Kulikovo field: there was a close field between the Don and the sword. On that field, after all, strong troops converged, bloody dawns emerged from them, and sparkling lightning trembled in them from the glare of swords. And there was a crackling and a great thunder from the broken spears and from the blows of swords, so that it was impossible in this sorrowful hour to overlook that ferocious battle. For in one hour, in the blink of an eye, how many thousands of human souls, God's creatures, perished! The will of the Lord is being done: the hour, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, the Christians are firmly fighting unrelentingly with the filthy Polovtsy.

When the seventh hour of the day came, by God's permission and for our sins, the filthy began to overcome. Many of the noble men have already been killed, Russian heroes, and governors, and daring people, like oak trees, bow to the ground under horse hooves: many Russian sons are crushed. And the Grand Duke himself was badly wounded, and they threw him off his horse, he got out of the field with difficulty, for he could no longer fight, and hid in the thicket and was saved by God's power. Many times the banners of the Grand Duke were cut down, but they were not destroyed by God's grace, they were even more established.

[…] And then the eighth hour of the day came, when the south wind pulled from behind us, and Volynets exclaimed in a loud voice: “Prince Vladimir, our time has come and the convenient hour has come!” - and added: “My brothers, friends, be bolder: the power of the holy spirit helps us!”

The comrades-in-arms, friends, jumped out of the green oak forest, like experienced falcons fell off the golden blocks, rushed to the endless herds of fattened, to that great Tatar power; and their banners were directed by the firm governor Dmitry Volynets; and they were like the youths of David, whose hearts were like lions, like fierce wolves attacked the sheep herds and began to flog the filthy Tatars mercilessly.

The filthy Polovtsy saw their death, shouted in their own language, saying: “Alas for us, Russia outwitted again: the younger ones fought with us, but the best all survived!” And the filthy ones turned, and showed their backs, and ran. The Russian sons, by the power of the Holy Spirit and the help of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, dispersed them, cut them down, as if they were cutting down a forest, as if the grass under the scythe lies behind the Russian sons under horse hooves. The filthy ones on the run shouted, saying: “Alas for us, Tsar Mamai, honored by us! You ascended high - and you descended into hell! And many of our wounded even helped, whipping the filthy ones without mercy: one Russian drives a hundred filthy ones.

(...) It’s scary, brothers, to see then, and it’s pitiful to see, and it’s bitter to look at human bloodshed: like sea space, and human corpses are like haystacks: a fast horse can’t ride, and they plodded in knee-deep blood, and rivers for three days flowed with blood.

Monuments of literature of ancient Rus'. XIV-mid XV century. M., 1981. Book. 4. S. 133, 161, 163, 177, 179, 181.

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The beginning of the story of how God gave victory to the sovereign Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich beyond the Don over the filthy Mamai, and how, through the prayers of the Most Pure Mother of God and Russian miracle workers, Orthodox Christianity - God exalted the Russian land, and shamed the godless Agarians.

The prince of the eastern country Mamai, a pagan and an evil persecutor of Christians, decides, at the instigation of the devil, to go to the Russian land. Prince Oleg Ryazansky, a protege of Mamai, and Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, who also swore allegiance to Mamai, having learned about this, send ambassadors with rich gifts to Mamai and declare their readiness to join his army, because they hope that Mamai will give Moscow and nearby cities to Olgerd, and Oleg Ryazansky Kolomna, Vladimir and Murom. Oleg and Olgerd are sure that Prince Dmitry Ivanovich of Moscow will not dare to oppose Mamai and will run away from Moscow, leaving his lands to the enemy. Having heard that Mamai was advancing on Rus' with an uncountable army, Prince Dmitry sent to Borovsk for his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, as well as for all Russian princes, governors and service people. Prince Dmitry tells Metropolitan Cyprian that he was not guilty of anything before Mamai and paid tribute to him, as it should have been agreed upon and even more than that. Cyprian advises the prince to reconcile himself and send Mamai as much gold as there is, and if Mamai goes to war in Rus' after that, then the Lord himself will strike him, who opposes the bold and helps the humble.

Prince Dmitry obeys the advice and sends Zakhary Tyutchev to meet Mamai, giving him a lot of gold. However, Zakhary, having reached Ryazan, learns that the princes Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Litovsky have joined Mamai, and secretly sends a messenger to Dmitry with this message. The prince reports everything to Metropolitan Cyprian and calls to his service soldiers from all over the Russian land, so that they arrive in Kolomna for the Dormition of the Holy Mother of God. Prince Dmitry himself, together with his brother and all the Russian princes, goes to the life-giving Trinity, to his spiritual father, the Reverend Elder Sergius. He sprinkles him with water, consecrated from the relics of the holy martyrs Florus and Laurus, and tells him so that no one will hear that the prince will defeat the enemy. At the request of the prince, hegumen Sergius gives him two warriors from the monastic brethren - Alexander Peresvet and Andrey Oslyabya.

The prince returns to Moscow and, appearing before Metropolitan Cyprian, secretly informs him that Elder Sergius predicted victory over the enemy for him and blessed the entire Orthodox army. Having blessed the prince on a campaign against the Tatars, the metropolitan sends a divinely-consecrated cathedral with crosses, holy icons and consecrated water to the Frolovsky, Nikolsky and Konstantin-Eleninsky gates, so that each warrior comes out of them blessed and sprinkled with holy water.

Having reached Kolomna, the prince distributes the regiments, appoints them a governor and, taking a blessing from the archbishop of Kolomna Gerontius, crosses the Oka with the whole army, in prayer calling for help from his relatives, the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb. Princes Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Lithuanian, having learned that Prince Dmitry with a large army goes to the Don against Mamai, begin to doubt the success of Mamai's campaign: they are in no hurry to join his army and wait for the outcome of the battle. At the same time, Princes Andrei Polotsky and Dmitry Bryansky, Olgerdovichi, unloved by their father because of their stepmother and having received holy baptism, learn that the Tatars are going to Rus' and decide to join the Orthodox army of Prince Dmitry.

The prince, rejoicing, sends the news to Metropolitan Cyprian in Moscow that the Olgerdovichs came to him with their troops, and left their father. Prince Dmitry consults with his brother Vladimir and with the Olgerdovichs whether he should cross the Don or not. They convince him that if he wants a solid army, then it is necessary to cross the Don, because then no one will have the thought of retreating. The Russian army is crossing the Don, and the scouts report that the Tatars are already close and know that Prince Dmitry has gathered large forces against them. The prince travels through the regiments with the governors and calls on the soldiers to stand up for Rus' and the Orthodox faith, not sparing their lives.

On the night of the luminous feast of the Nativity of the Most Holy Theotokos, Thomas Katsibey, a robber, whom Prince Dmitry distinguished for his courage and placed on the Churov River to guard against the Tatars, is honored with a wondrous vision. God, wanting to correct Thomas, shows him how a large cloud is moving from the east, as if some troops are moving west, and from the south two young men in bright purple, with shining faces and holding sharp swords, come. The young men menacingly demand an answer from the leaders of the army, asking them who allowed them to attack their fatherland, and they are all cut down with swords, so that not a single enemy is saved. Thomas the next morning tells the prince about his vision and since then he has become prudent and believes in God.

Prince Dmitry sends his brother Prince Vladimir, together with Dmitry Volynets, up the Don to the oak forest, so that they hide there with their regiments. And on the eighth day of September, on the feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, at dawn, both troops, Russian and Tatar, stand opposite each other on the Kulikovo field. The earth groans terribly, predicting a thunderstorm, and the Kulikovo field sags, and rivers overflow their banks, because there has never been such a myriad of people in that place. An envoy from the Monk Elder Sergius hands over to the prince letters with a blessing and a loaf of the most pure Mother of God, and the prince loudly lifts up a prayer to the Holy Trinity and to the Mother of God and asks for their help and intercession. Then the prince, against all persuasion, mounted his horse and stood in front of his warriors to fight in the forefront. It's the third hour of the day.

An evil Pecheneg five sazhens tall leaves the Tatar army, and from the Russian side, at the behest of Abbot Sergius, the monk Alexander Peresvet comes out, armed with a schema. They rush at each other, hit with spears and both fall from their horses dead. Prince Dmitry calls on his soldiers to show their courage, and both troops converge and the battle begins.

At the seventh hour, the Tatars begin to overcome. Prince Vladimir, hiding with his soldiers in the oak forest, tries to go out to help his brother, but Dmitry Volynets holds him back, saying that it is not yet time. When the eighth hour comes, their fresh forces attack the Tatars, and they cannot withstand the onslaught and flee from the battlefield. Mamai calls on his gods: Perun, Salavat, Rakliya, Khors and his accomplice Mohammed, but he has no help from them. He runs away and manages to get away from the chase.

So Prince Dmitry defeated the Tatars by the grace of God and the Most Pure Mother of God and the help of Saints Boris and Gleb, whom Foma Katsibey saw. Prince Dmitry is found in an oak forest, beaten and wounded, and he orders the soldiers to bury their comrades so that Christian bodies do not become the prey of wild animals.

The Russian army stands on the battlefield for eight days, while the soldiers bury their neighbors. And Mamai returns to his land, gathers the remaining forces and wants to go to war against Rus' again, but finds out that Tsar Tokhtamysh is coming against him from the east. Tokhtamysh defeats Mamai's army on Kalka, Mamai runs away to Kafa, concealing his name, but he is identified and killed. Olgerd, having heard about the glorious victory of Prince Dmitry, returns to his possessions with shame. Oleg Ryazansky, fearing that Prince Dmitry would send his army against him, runs away from his patrimony, and when the Ryazan people beat the Grand Duke with their foreheads, he puts his deputies in Ryazan.

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Translation by V. V. Kolesov

The beginning of the story of how God gave victory to the sovereign Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich beyond the Don over the filthy Mamai and how, through the prayers of the Most Pure Mother of God and Russian miracle workers, Orthodox Christianity - God exalted the Russian land, and shamed the godless Agarians.

I want to tell you, brothers, about the struggle of the recent war, how the battle on the Don took place between Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich and all Orthodox Christians with the filthy Mamai and the godless Agarians. And God exalted the Christian race, and humiliated the filthy and confounded their savagery, just as in the old days he helped Gideon over Midian and the glorious Moses over Pharaoh. We must tell about the greatness and mercy of God, how the Lord fulfilled the wishes of those who were faithful to him, how he helped the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich and his brother Prince Vladimir Andreevich over the godless Polovtsians and Hagarians.

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By God's permission, for our sins, at the instigation of the devil, the prince of the eastern country, named Mamai, a pagan by faith, an idolater and iconoclast, an evil persecutor of Christians, rose up. And the devil began to incite him, and temptation against the Christian world entered his heart, and the enemy taught him how to destroy the Christian faith and desecrate the holy churches, because he wanted to subdue all Christians, so that the name of the Lord would not be glorified among the faithful to God. Our Lord, God, king and creator of all things, will fulfill whatever He wills.

The same godless Mamai began to boast and, envying the second Julian the Apostate, Tsar Batu, began to ask the old Tatars how Tsar Batu conquered the Russian land. And the old Tatars began to tell him how Tsar Batu conquered the Russian land, how he took Kyiv and Vladimir, and all of Rus', the Slavic land, and killed the Grand Duke Yuri Dmitrievich, and killed many Orthodox princes, and desecrated the holy churches and burned many monasteries and villages , and in Vladimir he plundered the golden-domed cathedral church. And since he was blinded by his mind, he did not comprehend that, as the Lord pleased, it would be so: in the same way, in ancient days, Jerusalem was captured by Titus the Roman and Nebuchadnezzar, the king of Babylon, for the transgressions and lack of faith of the Jews, - but not the Lord is infinitely angry and he does not punish forever.

Having learned everything from his old Tatars, Mamai began to hurry, inflamed by the devil incessantly, taking up arms against Christians. And, forgetting, he began to say to his Alpauts, and Yesauls, and princes, and governors, and all Tatars like this: “I don’t want to do this like Batu, but when I come to Rus' and kill their prince, then which cities are the best sufficient, will be for us - here we will settle, and we will take possession of Russia, we will live quietly and carefree, ”but he didn’t know, damned, that the Lord’s hand is high.

And a few days later he crossed the great river Volga with all his might, and he added many other hordes to his great army and said to them: “Let's go to the Russian land and get rich from Russian gold!” The godless one went to Rus', like a lion, roaring with rage, like an insatiable viper breathing malice. And he reached the mouth of the river. Voronezh, and dismissed all his strength, and punished all his Tatars like this: “Let none of you plow bread, be ready for Russian bread!”

Prince Oleg Ryazansky found out that Mamai was wandering in Voronezh and wanted to go to Rus', to Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich of Moscow. The poverty of the mind was in his head, he sent his son to the godless Mamai with great honor and with many gifts, and wrote his letters to him like this: “The Eastern great and free, the kings of Tsar Mamai - rejoice! Your henchman, Oleg, who swore allegiance to you, the prince of Ryazan, prays a lot to you. I heard, sir, that you want to go to the Russian land, to your servant Prince Dimitri Ivanovich of Moscow, you want to frighten him. Now, lord and bright tsar, your time has come: the land of Moscow has overflowed with gold, and silver, and many riches, and with all sorts of precious things your possession needs. And Prince Dimitry of Moscow - a Christian man - as soon as he hears the word of your fury, “he will run away to his far reaches: either to Novgorod the Great, or to Beloozero, or to the Dvina, and the great wealth of Moscow and gold - everything will be in your hands and your army on demand. But me, your servant, Oleg of Ryazan, your power will spare, O king: for your sake I strongly frighten Rus' and Prince Dimitri. And we also ask you, O Tsar, both of your servants, Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd of Lithuania: we received a great offense from this Grand Duke Dimitri Ivanovich, and no matter how we threaten him with your royal name in our offense, he does not worry about it. And yet, our lord the tsar, he captured my city Kolomna for himself - and about all this, O tsar, we send a complaint to you.

And Prince Oleg of Ryazansky soon sent his messenger with his letter, but it was written in the letter as follows: “To the Grand Duke Olgerd of Lithuania - rejoice in great joy! It is known, after all, that for a long time you were plotting against the Grand Duke Dimitri Ivanovich of Moscow in order to expel him from Moscow and take possession of Moscow yourself. Now, prince, our time has come, for the great king Mamai is coming upon him and on his land. And now, prince, we will both join Tsar Mamai, for I know that the tsar will give you the city of Moscow, and other cities that are closer to your principality, and he will give me the city of Kolomna, and Vladimir, and Murom, which are to my the principality is closer. I sent my messenger to Tsar Mamai with great honor and with many gifts, so you sent your messenger, and what you have from the gifts, then you went to him, having written your letters, but you yourself know how, for more you understand me."

Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, having learned about all this, was very pleased with the great praise of his friend, Prince Oleg of Ryazan, and quickly sends an ambassador to Tsar Mamai with great gifts and gifts for royal amusements. And he writes his letters like this: “To the Great Eastern Tsar Mamai! Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, who swore allegiance to you, begs you a lot. I heard, sir, that you want to punish your destiny, your servant, the Moscow prince Dimitri, therefore I pray you, free tsar, your servant: Prince Dimitri of Moscow inflicts a great insult on your prince Oleg Ryazansky, and he also causes great harm to me. Mr. Tsar, free Mamai! May the power of your reign now come to our places, may your attention, O king, turn your attention to our suffering from the Moscow prince Dimitri Ivanovich.

Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Litovsky thought to themselves, saying this: “When Prince Dimitry hears about the coming of the tsar, and about his fury, and about our alliance with him, he will run away from Moscow to Veliky Novgorod, or to Beloozero, or to the Dvina, and we will land in Moscow and Kolomna. When the tsar comes, we will meet him with great gifts and with great honor, and we will beg him, the tsar will return to his possessions, and we will divide the principality of Moscow among ourselves by the tsar’s decree - either to Vilna, or to Ryazan, and the tsar will give us Mamai your labels and our descendants after us. After all, they did not know what they were plotting and what they were saying, like foolish little children who do not know God's power and God's destiny. For it is truly said: “If someone holds faith in God with good deeds and the truth in his heart and trusts in God, then the Lord will not betray such a person to enemies in humiliation and ridicule.”

The Sovereign, Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich - a kind man - was a model of humility, wished for a heavenly life, expecting future eternal blessings from God, not knowing that his close friends were plotting an evil conspiracy against him. After all, the prophet said about such people: “Do not harm your neighbor and do not swarm, do not dig holes for your enemy, but trust in the Creator God, the Lord God can revive and kill.”

Ambassadors came to Tsar Mamai from Olgerd of Lithuania and from Oleg of Ryazan and brought him great gifts and letters. The tsar, however, accepted the gifts and letters favorably and, after hearing the letters and ambassadors, let him go and wrote the following answer: “To Olgerd of Lithuania and Oleg of Ryazan. For your gifts and for your praise addressed to me, whatever Russian possessions you want from me, I will bestow upon you. And you swear allegiance to me and quickly come to me and defeat your enemy. After all, I don’t really need your help: if I now wished, then with my great strength I would have conquered ancient Jerusalem, as before the Chaldeans. Now I want to support you with my royal name and strength, and with your oath and your power, Prince Dmitry of Moscow will be defeated, and your name will become formidable in your countries as my threat. After all, if I, the king, have to defeat a king like myself, then it is fitting and proper for me to receive royal honor. You now go away from me and convey my words to your princes.

The envoys, returning from the king to their princes, said to them: “King Mamai welcomes you and is very, for your great praise, favorably disposed towards you!” Those, poor in mind, rejoiced at the vain greetings of the godless king, not knowing that God gives power to whomever he wishes. Now they are of one faith, one baptism, and with the godless they united together to persecute the Orthodox faith of Christ. Of such, after all, the prophet said: “Indeed, they cut themselves off from a good olive tree and were grafted into a wild olive tree.”

Prince Oleg Ryazansky began to rush to send ambassadors to Mamai, saying: “Come out, tsar, rather to Rus'!” For great wisdom says: "The way of the wicked will perish, for they gather vexation and reproach upon themselves." Now I will call this cursed Oleg the new Svyatopolk.

And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich heard that the godless Tsar Mamai was advancing on him with many hordes and with all his might, tirelessly furious at Christians and at the faith of Christ and envying the headless Batu, and the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich was greatly saddened because of the invasion of the godless. And, standing before the holy icon of the Lord's image that stood at his head, and falling on his knees, he began to pray and said: “Lord! I, a sinner, dare I pray to you, your humble servant? But to whom shall I turn my grief? Hoping only in you, Lord, and I will lift up my sorrow. But you, Lord, king, lord, light giver, do not do to us, Lord, what you did to our fathers, bringing the evil Batu on them and on their cities, for even now, Lord, that great fear and trembling lives in us. And now, Lord, king, lord, do not be completely angry with us, I know, Lord, that because of me, a sinner, you want to destroy our whole land; for I have sinned against you more than all men. Create for me, Lord, for my tears, like Hezekiah, and tame, Lord, the heart of this fierce beast! He bowed and said: "I trusted in the Lord - and I will not perish." And he sent for his brother, for Prince Vladimir Andreevich to Borovsk, and for all the Russian princes he sent fast messengers, and for all the governors in the field, and for the boyar children, and for all the service people. And he ordered them to be in Moscow soon.

Prince Vladimir Andreevich arrived quickly in Moscow, and all the princes and governors. And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich, taking his brother Prince Vladimir Andreevich, came to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian and said to him: “Do you know, our father, the great trial that lies ahead of us, because the godless Tsar Mamai is moving towards us, inflaming inexorable rage in himself?” And the metropolitan answered the Grand Duke: “Tell me, my lord, what have you done wrong before him?” The great prince said: “Father, I checked everything for sure, that everything was according to the precepts of our fathers, and even more, I paid tribute to him.” The metropolitan said: “You see, my lord, by God’s permission for the sake of our sins, he goes to fill our land, but you, the Orthodox princes, must satisfy those wicked with gifts at least four times. If even after that he does not humble himself, then the Lord will humble him, because the Lord opposes the bold, but gives grace to the humble. The same happened once with the Great Basil in Caesarea: when the evil apostate Julian, going to the Persians, wanted to destroy his city of Caesarea, Basil the Great prayed with all Christians to the Lord God, collected a lot of gold and sent it to him to satisfy the greed of the criminal. The same, accursed, only became more furious, and the Lord sent his warrior, Mercury, to destroy him. And the wicked was invisibly pierced in the heart, cruelly ended his life. You, my lord, take as much gold as you have, and go to meet him, and you will soon come to his senses.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich sent to the impious Tsar Mamai his chosen young man, named Zakhary Tyutchev, tested by reason and sense, giving him a lot of gold and two translators who knew the Tatar language. Zakhary, having reached the land of Ryazan and having learned that Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd of Lithuania had joined the filthy Tsar Mamai, quickly sent a messenger secretly to the Grand Duke.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich, having heard that news, grieved in his heart, and was filled with rage and sadness, and began to pray: “Lord, my God, I hope for you, who loves the truth. If an enemy harms me, then I should endure, for from time immemorial he has been a hater and enemy of the Christian race; but my close friends have plotted against me. Judge, Lord, them and me, because I did them no harm, except that I accepted gifts and honors from them, but I also gave them in return. Judge, O Lord, according to my righteousness, let the wickedness of sinners end."

And, taking his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, he went for the second time to the Right Reverend Metropolitan and told him how Olgerd of Lithuania and Oleg Ryazansky united with Mamai against us. The Metropolitan said: “And you yourself, sir, haven’t you done any offense to both of them?” The great prince shed a tear and said: “If I am a sinner before God or before people, then I have not violated a single line before them according to the law of my fathers. For you yourself, Father, know that I am satisfied with my limits, and have not done them any offense, and I do not know why those who harm me have multiplied against me. The blessed metropolitan said: “My son, lord great prince, let your heart’s eyes light up with joy: you honor the law of God and do the truth, because the Lord is righteous, and you loved the truth. Now they have surrounded you like many dogs; vain and vain are their attempts, but in the name of the Lord defend yourself against them. The Lord is just and will be your true helper. And from the all-seeing eye of the Lord, where can one hide - and from his firm hand?

And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich with his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, and with all the Russian princes and governors thought about how to set up a strong outpost in the field, and sent their best and most experienced soldiers to the outpost: Rodion Rzhevsky, Andrey Volosaty, Vasily Tupik, Yakov Oslyabyatev and other hardened warriors with them. And he ordered them to carry out guard duty on the Quiet Pine with all diligence, and go to the Horde, and get a language in order to find out the true intentions of the king.

And the great prince himself sent fast messengers throughout the Russian land with his letters to all cities: “Be ready to go to my service, to the battle with the godless Hagar Tatars; Let us unite in Kolomna for the Dormition of the Holy Mother of God.”

And since the guard detachments lingered in the steppe, the Grand Duke sent a second outpost: Klementy Polyanin, Ivan Svyatoslavich Sveslanin, Grigory Sudakov and others with them, ordering them to return as soon as possible. The same met Vasily Tupik: he leads the language to the Grand Duke, the language is from the people of the royal court, from dignitaries. And he informs the Grand Duke that Mamai is inevitably advancing on Rus' and that Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Lithuanian have written to each other and joined him. And the king is in no hurry to go because he is waiting for autumn.

Having heard such news from the tongue about the invasion of the godless tsar, the Grand Duke began to console himself in God and called for firmness to his brother Prince Vladimir and all the Russian princes, saying: “Brothers, Russian princes, we are all from the family of Prince Vladimir Svyatoslavich of Kyiv, to whom the Lord revealed to know the Orthodox faith, like Eustathius Plakida; he enlightened the whole Russian land with holy baptism, brought us out of the torments of paganism, and commanded us to firmly hold and preserve the same holy faith and fight for it. If anyone suffers for it, in the future life he will be numbered among the holy first disciples for the faith of Christ. But I, brothers, want to suffer even to death for the faith of Christ.” They all answered him according to, as if with one mouth: “Truly, you, sovereign, fulfill the law of God and followed the gospel commandment, for the Lord said: “If anyone suffers for my name’s sake, after the resurrection he will receive eternal life a hundredfold.” And we, sovereign, today are ready to die with you and lay down our heads for the holy Christian faith and for your great offense.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich, having heard this from his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, and from all the Russian princes who decide to fight for the faith, ordered his entire army to be at Kolomna for the Dormition of the Holy Mother of God: “Then I will review the regiments and appoint a governor to each regiment.” And all the multitude of people seemed to say with one mouth: “Give us, Lord, the decision is to fulfill your name for the sake of the saint!”

And the princes of Belozersky came to him, they were ready for battle, and the army was beautifully equipped, Prince Fedor Semenovich, Prince Semyon Mikhailovich, Prince Andrey Kemsky, Prince Gleb Kargopolsky and the Andom princes; Yaroslavl princes also came with their regiments: Prince Andrei Yaroslavsky, Prince Roman Prozorovsky, Prince Lev Kurbsky, Prince Dmitry Rostovsky and many other princes.

Right there, brothers, a knock is knocking and like thunder is thundering in the glorious city of Moscow - then the strong army of the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich is coming and the Russian sons are thundering with their gilded armor.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich, taking with him his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, and all the princes of Russia, went to the life-giving Trinity to bow to his spiritual father, Reverend Elder Sergius, to receive a blessing from that holy monastery. And the Monk Abbot Sergius begged him to listen to the Holy Liturgy, because it was then Sunday and the memory of the Holy Martyrs Florus and Laurus was honored. At the end of the Liturgy, St. Sergius and all his brothers asked the Grand Duke to eat bread in the house of the life-giving Trinity, in his monastery. The Grand Duke was in confusion, for I would send messengers to him that the filthy Tatars were already approaching, and he asked the monk to let him go. And the reverend elder answered him: “This delay of yours will turn into double obedience for you. For it is not yet, my lord, that you should wear the crown of death, but in a few years, and for many others crowns are now being woven. The great prince ate their bread, and Abbot Sergius at that time ordered the water to be consecrated from the relics of the holy martyrs Florus and Laurus. The great prince soon got up from the meal, and the Monk Sergius sprinkled him with holy water and all his Christ-loving army and overshadowed the great prince with the cross of Christ - a sign on his forehead. And he said: “Go, sir, to the filthy Polovtsy, calling on God, and the Lord God will be your helper and intercessor,” and added to him quietly: “You will defeat your adversaries, sir, as befits you, our sovereign.” The great prince said: “Father, give me two warriors from your brethren - Peresvet Alexander and his brother Andrey Oslyaba, and you yourself will help us.” The elder, the monk, ordered both of them to quickly prepare to go with the Grand Duke, for they were well-known warriors in battles, they met more than one attack. They immediately obeyed the venerable elder and did not refuse his command. And he gave them, instead of a corruptible weapon, an incorruptible one - the cross of Christ, sewn on schemas, and ordered them to put it on themselves instead of gilded helmets. And he handed them over to the hands of the Grand Duke, and said: “Here are my soldiers for you, and your chosen ones,” and he said to them: “Peace be with you, my brothers, fight firmly, like glorious warriors for the faith of Christ and for all Orthodox Christianity with filthy Polovtsy." And he overshadowed the entire army of the Grand Duke with the sign of Christ - peace and blessing.

The great prince rejoiced in his heart, but he did not tell anyone what St. Sergius had said to him. And he went to his glorious city of Moscow, rejoicing in the blessing of the holy elder, as if he had received an indelible treasure. And, returning to Moscow, he went with his brother, with Prince Vladimir Andreevich, to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian, and secretly told him everything that Elder Saint Sergius had said only to him, and what blessing he had given him and all his Orthodox army. The archbishop ordered these words to be kept secret, not to be told to anyone.

When Thursday, August 27, the day of memory of the holy father Pimen the Hermit, came, on that day the great prince decided to go out to meet the godless Tatars. And, taking with him his brother Prince Vladimir Andreevich, he stood in the church of the Holy Mother of God in front of the image of the Lord, folding his hands on his chest, shedding streams of tears, praying, and said: “O Lord our God, great lord, firm, truly you are the king of glory, have mercy on us sinners, when we lose heart, we resort to you alone, our savior and benefactor, for we were created by your hand. But I know, Lord, that my sins are already covering my head, and now do not leave us sinners, do not depart from us. Judge, Lord, those who oppress me and defend me from those who fight with me; Take, Lord, a weapon and a shield and come to my aid. Give me, Lord, victory over my enemies, let them know your glory. And then he proceeded to the miraculous image of the lady of the Mother of God, which Luke the Evangelist wrote, and said: “O miraculous lady of the Mother of God, intercessor of all human creation, for thanks to you we have come to know our true God, incarnated and born by you. Do not give, madam, our cities to the ruin of the filthy Polovtsy, so that your holy churches and the Christian faith will not be defiled. Begged, Lady Mother of God, your son Christ, our God, to humble the hearts of our enemies, may their hand not be over us. And you, our Lady, the Most Holy Theotokos, send us your help and cover us with your imperishable robe, so that we do not fear wounds, because we rely on you, for we are your slaves. I know, lady, if you want, you will help us against the evil enemies, these filthy Polovtsians who do not call on your name; but we, Madam Most Pure Theotokos, rely on you and your help. Now we oppose the godless pagans of the filthy Tatars, pray for your son, our God. And then he came to the tomb of the blessed miracle worker Metropolitan Peter and, falling heartily to him, said: And now the time has come for you to pray for us to the common ruler of all, the king and gracious savior. For now the filthy adversaries have taken up arms against me and they are preparing weapons against your city of Moscow. After all, the Lord showed you to our subsequent generations, kindled you to us, a bright candle, and placed you on a high candlestick to shine throughout the Russian land. And now it is fitting for you to pray for us sinners, so that the hand of death does not come upon us and the hand of the sinner does not destroy us. You are our firm guard from enemy attacks, for we are your flock. And, having finished the prayer, he bowed to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian, the archbishop blessed him and let him go on a campaign against the filthy Tatars; and, having crossed his forehead, overshadowed him with the sign of Christ, and sent his divinely holy cathedral with crosses, and with holy icons, and with sacred water, to the Frolovsky gates, and to Nikolsky, and to Konstantin-Eleninsky, so that every soldier would come out blessed and holy water sprinkled.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich with his brother, with Prince Vladimir Andreevich, went to the church of the heavenly governor Archangel Michael and beat his holy image with his brow, and then proceeded to the coffins of Orthodox princes, his forefathers, so tearfully saying: “True protectors, Russian princes, champions of the Orthodox faith of the Christian, our parents! If you have the boldness to stand before Christ, then now pray for our grief, for a great invasion threatens us, your children, and now help us. And having said this, he left the church.

The Grand Duchess Evdokia, and Princess Maria of Vladimir, and other Orthodox princes, the princesses, and many wives of the voivodes, and the boyars of Moscow, and the wives of the servants stood here, seeing them off, from tears and cries of the heart they could not even say a word, making a farewell kiss. And the rest of the princesses, and the boyars, and the wives of the servants also made a farewell kiss with their husbands and returned with the Grand Duchess. The great prince, barely restraining himself from tears, did not begin to cry in front of the people, but in his heart he shed a lot of tears, consoling his princess, and said: “Wife, if God is for us, then who is against us!” And he sat on his best horse, and all the princes and governors sat on their horses.

The sun shines brightly for him in the east, showing him the way. Then, after all, how the falcons fell off the golden blocks from the stone city of Moscow, and flew up under the blue skies, and thundered with their golden bells, wanted to strike at the large flocks of swans and geese: then, brothers, not falcons flew out of the stone city of Moscow, then the Russian daring drove out with their sovereign, with the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich, and they wanted to run into the great power of the Tatars.

The princes of Belozersk left separately with their army; their army looks made. The great prince let his brother prince Vladimir go by the road to Brashevo, and the Belozersky princes - by the Bolvanovsky road, and the great prince himself went to the Kotel by the road. Before him the sun shines brightly, and after him a gentle breeze blows. Therefore, the great prince parted from his brother, because it was not possible for them to pass along one road.

The Grand Duchess Evdokia, with her daughter-in-law, Princess Maria of Vladimir, and with the voivodship wives, and with the boyars, went up to her golden-domed tower to the embankment and sat on a locker under glass windows. For this is the last time he sees the Grand Duke, shedding tears like a river stream. With great sadness, putting his hands to his chest, he says: Lord, my God, the Most High Creator, look at my humility, make me worthy, Lord, to see again my sovereign, the most glorious among people, Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich. Help him, Lord, with your firm hand to defeat the filthy Polovtsians who came against him. And do not allow, Lord, what happened many years before this, when the Russian princes had a terrible battle on the Kalka with the filthy Polovtsians, with the Hagarians; and now deliver, Lord, from such a misfortune, and save, and have mercy! Do not let, Lord, perish the surviving Christianity, and may your holy name be glorified in the Russian land! From the time of that Kalka misfortune and the terrible battle of the Tatars, the Russian land has now been despondent, and it no longer has hope for anyone, but only for you, the all-merciful God, for you can revive and kill. But I, a sinner, now have two small branches, Prince Vasily and Prince Yuri: if the clear sun rises from the south or the wind blows from the west, they will not be able to endure either one or the other. What then am I, a sinner, to do? So return to them, Lord, their father, the Grand Duke, healthy, then their land will be saved, and they will always reign.

The Grand Duke set off, taking with him the husbands of noble, Moscow merchants - ten people as witnesses: no matter what God arranged, they would tell in distant lands, like noble merchants, and there were: the first - Vasily Kapitsa, the second - Sidor Alferyev, third - Konstantin Petunov, fourth - Kuzma Kovrya, fifth - Semyon Antonov, sixth - Mikhail Salarev, seventh - Timofey Vesyakov, eighth - Dmitry Cherny, ninth - Dementyu Salarev and tenth - Ivan Shikha.

And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich moved along the big wide road, and the Russian sons quickly followed him, as if they were drinking copper bowls and eating grapes, wishing for themselves the honor and a glorious name: after all, brothers, the knock knocks and the thunder rumbles at early dawn, Prince Vladimir Andreevich crosses the Moscow River on a good ferry on Borovsky.

The great prince came to Kolomna on Saturday, on the feast day of the holy father Moses the Ethiopian. Many governors and warriors were already here and met him on the Severka River. Archbishop Gerontius of Kolomna with all his clergy met the Grand Duke at the gates of the city with life-giving crosses and holy icons, and overshadowed him with a life-bearing cross, and made a prayer: "Save, God, your people."

The next morning, the great prince ordered all the soldiers to leave for the field to the Maiden Monastery.

On Holy Sunday, after Matins, many battle trumpets sounded, and the timpani rattled, and the embroidered banners rustled near Panfilov's garden.

The sons of the Russians entered the vast fields of Kolomna, but even here a huge army could not fit, and it was impossible for anyone to look at the Grand Duke's rati with their eyes. The prince is great, ”having driven to an elevated place with his brother, with Prince Vladimir Andreevich, seeing so many people equipped, he rejoiced and appointed a governor to each regiment. For himself, the great prince took command of the Belozersky princes, and appointed his brother Prince Vladimir to the regiment of the right hand and gave him command of the Yaroslavl princes, and appointed Prince Gleb of Bryansky to the regiment of the left hand. The advanced regiment is Dmitry Vsevolodovich and his brother Vladimir Vsevolodovich, with the Kolomna people - the governor Mikula Vasilyevich, the Vladimir governor and Yuryevsky - Timofey Voluevich, and the Kostroma governor - Ivan Rodionovich Kvashnya, the Pereyaslav governor - Andrey Serkizovich. And Prince Vladimir Andreevich has governors: Danilo Beleut, Konstantin Kononov, Prince Fyodor Yeletsky, Prince Yuri Meshchersky, Prince Andrei Muromsky.

The great prince, having distributed the regiments, ordered them to cross the Oka River and ordered each regiment and governors: “If anyone goes through the Ryazan land, do not touch a single hair!” And, having taken a blessing from the archbishop of Kolomna, the great prince crossed the Oka River with all his might and sent the third outpost, his best knights, into the field to meet with the Tatar watchmen in the steppe: Semyon Medic, Ignaty Kren, Foma Tynin, Peter Gorsky, Karp Oleksin , Petrush Churikov and many other daring riders with them.

The great prince said to his brother Prince Vladimir: “Let us hasten, brother, to meet the godless pagans, filthy Tatars, and we will not turn our faces away from their impudence, and if, brother, death is destined for us, then not without benefit, not without a plan for us this death, but into eternal life!” And the sovereign, the great prince himself, on his way, called on his relatives for help - the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb.

Prince Oleg Ryazansky heard that the great prince had united with many forces and was moving towards the godless Tsar Mamai, and besides, he was firmly armed with his faith, which he placed with all hope on God the Almighty, the Supreme Creator. And Oleg Ryazansky began to beware and move from place to place with his like-minded people, saying: “Now, if we could send news of this misfortune to the intelligent Olgerd of Lithuania, find out what he thinks about it, but it’s impossible: they blocked our way. I thought in the old fashioned way that the Russian princes should not rise against the eastern tsar, but now how to understand all this? And where did the prince come from such help that he could rise against the three of us?

His boyars answered him: “We, the prince, were informed from Moscow fifteen days before this, but we were afraid to tell you, that a monk lives in his patrimony, near Moscow, his name is Sergius, he is very perspicacious. He over-armed him, and from his monks gave him assistants. Hearing this, Prince Oleg Ryazansky was frightened and angry at his boyars and furious: “Why haven’t they told me so far? Then I would have sent to the unclean king and begged him, and no evil would have happened! Woe to me, I have lost my mind, but I am not the only one who has weakened in mind, but more intelligent Olgerd Lithuanian than me; but, however, he honors the Latin faith of Peter the Hunnivogo, but I, accursed, have known the true law of God! And why did I turn away? And what the Lord said to me will come true: “If a slave, knowing the law of his master, breaks it, the beat will be severe.” For what have you done now? Knowing the law of God, who created the heavens and the earth, and all creation, now joined the impious king, who decided to trample on the law of God! And now to what foolish thought did he entrust himself? If now the Grand Duke were to offer help, he would not accept me in any way, for he had learned about my betrayal. If I join the impious tsar, then I will truly become like the former persecutor of the faith of Christ, and then the earth will swallow me alive, like Svyatopolk: I will not only be deprived of my reign, but I will also lose my life, and I will be thrown into hellfire to suffer. If the Lord is for them, then no one will overcome them, and even that shrewd monk will help him with his prayer! If I don’t help any of them, then how can I resist both of them in the future? And now I think so: which of them the Lord will help, I will join him!”

Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, in accordance with the previous plan, gathered many Lithuanians, both Varangians and Zhmudis, and went to the aid of Mamai. And he came to the city of Odoev, but, having heard that the great prince had gathered a great many warriors - all of Rus' and Slovenia, but went to the Don against Tsar Mamai, - having also heard that Oleg was frightened, - and has since become motionless, and realized the futility of his thoughts, now regretted his alliance with Oleg Ryazansky, tossed about and was indignant, saying: “If a person lacks his own mind, then in vain he is looking for someone else’s mind: it never happened that Ryazan taught Lithuania! Now Oleg has driven me crazy, and he himself has perished even more. So now I will stay here until I hear about the Moscow victory.

At the same time, Princes Andrei of Polotsk and Prince Dmitry of Bryansk, the Olgerdovichs, heard that a great misfortune and concern weighed down the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich of Moscow and all Orthodox Christianity from the godless Mamai. Those princes were unloved by their father, Prince Olgerd, because of their stepmother, but now they were loved by God and received holy baptism. They were like fruitful ears, suppressed by weeds: living in the midst of wickedness, they could not bear worthy fruit. And Prince Andrei sends a secret small letter to his brother, Prince Dmitry, in which it is written as follows: “You know, my beloved brother, that our father rejected us from himself, but our heavenly father, the Lord God, loved us more strongly and enlightened us with the saints by baptism, having given us his law, in order to live according to it, and delivered us from empty fuss and from unclean food; What shall we repay God for now? So let’s strive, brother, for a good deed for the ascetics of Christ, the source of Christianity, let’s go, brother, to the aid of the Grand Duke Dmitry of Moscow and all Orthodox Christians, for a great misfortune came for them from the filthy Ishmaelites, and even our father and Oleg Ryazansky joined the godless and persecute the Orthodox Christian faith. We, brothers, should fulfill the holy scripture, which says: “Brothers, be responsive in trouble!” Do not doubt, brother, that we will resist the father, because this is how the Evangelist Luke conveyed the words of our Lord Jesus Christ: “You will be betrayed by your parents and brothers, and you will die for my name; but whoever endures to the end will be saved!” Let us get out, brother, from this crushing weed and graft ourselves into the true fruitful "" "Christ's grapes, cultivated by the hand of Christ. Now, brother, we are striving not for earthly life, but desiring the honor in heaven, which the Lord gives to those who do His will."

Prince Dmitry Olgerdovich, having read the letter of his elder brother, rejoiced and wept for joy, saying: “Lord, Lord, love of mankind, give your servants the desire to accomplish this good feat in this way, which you revealed to my elder brother!” And he ordered the ambassador: “Tell my brother, Prince Andrei: I am ready right now on your order, brother and lord. How many of my troops are, then they are all with me, because by God's providence we have gathered for the upcoming war with the Danube Tatars. And also tell my brother, I also heard from the honey-gatherers who came to me from the Sevres land, they say that the Grand Duke Dmitry is already on the Don, because the evil raw-eaters want to wait there. And we should go to the North and unite there: we must keep our way to the North, and in this way we will hide from our father, so that shame does not interfere with us.

A few days later, both brothers met, as they decided, with all their strength in the Seversk land and, seeing each other, rejoiced, as Joseph and Benjamin once did, seeing with them a lot of people, vigorous and equipped, skilled warriors. And they quickly reached the Don, and caught up with the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich of Moscow on this side of the Don, at a place called Berezuy, and then joined.

The great prince Dmitry and his brother Vladimir both rejoiced with the joy of such a great mercy of God: after all, it is impossible to be so simple that the father’s children leave and outwit him, as Herod’s magicians once did, and come to our aid. And he honored them with many gifts, and went on their way, rejoicing and glorifying the holy spirit, having already renounced everything earthly, expecting another immortal redemption. The great prince said to them: “My dear brothers, for what need have you come here?” They answered: “The Lord God sent us to help you!” The great prince said: “Truly you are like our forefather Abraham, who quickly helped Lot, and you are also like the valiant great prince Yaroslav, who avenged the blood of his brothers.” And immediately the great prince sent such a message to Moscow to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian: "The Olgerdovichi - the princes came to me with many forces, but they left their father." And the messenger quickly reached the right Reverend Metropolitan. The archbishop, having heard about this, stood up for prayer, saying with tears: “Lord, Vladyka, philanthropist, for you turn winds that are contrary to us into calm ones! And he sent it to all the cathedral churches and monasteries, commanding diligent prayers to be done day and night to the Almighty God. And he sent to the monastery to the Monk Abbot Sergius, so that God would heed their prayers. The great princess Evdokia, having heard about that great mercy of God, began to distribute generous alms and constantly stayed in the holy church, praying day and night.

Let us leave this again and return to the former.

When the great prince was at the place called Berezuy, twenty-three fields from the Don, the fifth day of the month of September arrived - the day of memory of the holy prophet Zechariah (on the same day the murder of Dmitry's ancestor - Prince Gleb Vladimirovich), and two of his outpost guards arrived , Peter Gorsky and Karp Oleksin, came from among the dignitaries of the royal court. That language tells: “Tsar Kuzmine is already standing, but not in a hurry, waiting for Olgerd of Lithuania and Oleg of Ryazan; guided by the information received from Oleg, the tsar does not know about your fees and does not expect a meeting with you; in three days should be on the Don. The great prince asked him about the power of the king, and he replied: "An uncountable number of troops is his strength, no one can count them."

The great prince began to consult with his brother and with his newly found brother, with the Lithuanian princes: “Will we stay here further or will we cross the Don?” Olgerdpvichi told him: “If you want a solid army, then order to cross over the Don, so that not a single thought of retreat would have; do not think about the great power of the enemy, for God is not in power, but in truth: Yaroslav, having crossed the river, defeated Svyatopolk, your great-grandfather, the great prince Alexander, having crossed the Neva river, defeated the king, and you, calling on God, should do the same . And if we defeat the enemy, then we will all be saved, but if we perish, then we will accept a common death - from the princes to the common people. You, the Sovereign Grand Duke, now need to forget about death, speak with bold words, so that your army will be strengthened from those speeches. : after all, we see what a great number of chosen knights are in your army.

And the great prince ordered the army to cross the Don.

And at this time, the scouts are hurrying, because the filthy Tatars are approaching. And many Russian sons rejoiced with great joy, the tea of ​​their desired feat, which they still dreamed about in Rus'.

And for many days many wolves flocked to that place, howling terribly, continuously all night, anticipating a great thunderstorm. The hearts of brave people in the troops are strengthened, while other people in the troops, hearing that thunderstorm, are completely depressed: after all, an unprecedented army has gathered, they call to each other insanely, and the jackdaws speak their own language, and the eagles, flying in multitudes from the mouth of the Don, soaring through the air, call , and many animals howl ferociously, waiting for that terrible day, predetermined by God, in which human bodies should lie down: such will be bloodshed, like sea water. From that fear and horror, the great trees bow down and the grass spreads.

Many people from both armies grieve, foreseeing their death.

The filthy Polovtsy, in great despondency, began to lament the end of their lives, because if the ungodly dies, then the memory of him will disappear with noise. The faithful, however, will shine even more with joy, waiting for the aspirations prepared for them, the beautiful crowns, about which the Monk Abbot Sergius told the Grand Duke.

The scouts are hurrying, for the filthy ones are already close and are getting closer. And at the sixth hour of the day, Semyon Melik rushed with his retinue, and a lot of Tatars were chasing him: they brazenly chased almost to our army, and as soon as they saw the Russians, they quickly returned to the tsar and informed him that the Russian princes had prepared for battle at the Don. For by God's providence they saw a great multitude of people placed apart and informed the tsar: "The army of the Russian princes is four times larger than our gathering." The same impious tsar, inflamed by the devil to his own destruction, suddenly screaming out, spoke like this: “Such are my strengths, and if I do not overcome the Russian princes, then how will I return home? I can't bear my shame!" - and ordered his filthy Polovtsians to prepare for battle.

Semyon Melik told the great prince: “Mamai the Tsar has already come to Gusin Ford, and there is only one night between us, for by morning he will reach Nepryadva. You, sovereign Grand Duke, should now prepare yourself so that the filthy ones are not taken by surprise.

Then the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich began with his brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, and with the Lithuanian princes Andrei and Dmitry Olgerdovich, until the sixth hour, to arrange the regiments. A certain governor came with the Lithuanian princes, named Dmitry Bobrok, originally from the Volyn land, who was a noble commander, he well arranged the regiments, according to their dignity, how and where one should stand.

The great prince, taking with him his brother, Prince Vladimir, and the Lithuanian princes, and all the Russian princes, and the governor, and riding up to a high place, saw the images of saints sewn on Christian banners, like some kind of solar lamps, glowing in the rays of the sun; and their gilded banners rustle, spreading like clouds, quietly trembling, as if they want to say something; the Russian heroes are standing, and their banners, as if alive, are swaying, the armor of the Russian sons is like water that flows in the wind, the gilded helmets on their heads, like the dawn of the morning in clear weather, shine, the Yalovites of their helmets are like a fiery flame, sway.

It is sad to see and pity to behold such a Russian assembly and their organization, for all are unanimous, one for the other, for each other they want to die, and all unanimously say: “God, look at us from the heights and grant our Orthodox prince, like Constantine, victory, throw the Amalekites under his feet, as once meek David. The Lithuanian princes marveled at all this, saying to themselves: “There was neither before us, nor with us, and after us there will be no such army organized. It is like Alexander, the king of Macedonia, the army, courage are like Gideon's horsemen, for the Lord armed them with his power!

The great prince, seeing his regiments worthily arranged, got off his horse and fell on his knees right in front of a large regiment with a black banner, on which the image of the ruler of our Lord Jesus Christ was embroidered, and from the depths of his soul began to cry out loudly: “O sovereign almighty! Look with a penetrating eye at these people who were created by your right hand and redeemed from the service of the devil by your blood.

Listen, Lord, to the sound of our prayers, turn your face to the wicked who do evil to your servants. And now, Lord Jesus, I pray and worship the image of your saint, and your most pure mother, and all the saints who pleased you, and our strong and irresistible intercessor and intercessor for us, you, Russian saint, the new wonderworker Peter! Hoping for your mercy, we dare to cry out and praise your holy and beautiful name, and father and son and holy spirit, now and forever and forever and ever! Amen!"

Having finished the prayer and sitting on his horse, he began to ride around the regiments with princes and governors and said to each regiment: “My dear brothers, Russian sons, everything from small to great! Already, brothers, the night has come, and the terrible day has approached - on this night, watch and pray, take courage and be strong, the Lord is with us, mighty in battle. Remain here, brothers, in your places, without confusion. Let each of you get ready now, because in the morning it will be impossible to get ready: for our guests are already approaching, they are standing on the river on Nepryadva, near the Kulikov field they have prepared for battle, and in the morning we will drink a common cup with them, passed on to each other, it’s her, after all, friends mine, even in Rus' we desired. Now, brothers, trust in the living God, may peace be with Christ, because in the morning the filthy raw-eaters will not slow down to attack us.”

For the night of the luminous feast of the Nativity of the Holy Mother of God has already come. Autumn then dragged on and still pleased with bright days, and that night it was warm and very quiet, and the fogs rose from the dew. For the prophet truly said: "The night is not bright for the unbelievers, but for the faithful it is enlightened."

And Dmitry Volynets said to the Grand Duke: “I want, sir, to check this sign at night” - and the dawn had already faded. When the dead of night came, Dmitry Volynets, taking the Grand Duke with him only, rode out to the Kulikovo field and, standing between the two troops and turning to the Tatar side, he heard a loud knock, and cliques, and a cry, as if the markets were converging, as if the city was being built, as if great thunder rumbles; from the rear of the Tatar troops, the wolves howl very menacingly, on the right side of the Tatar troops, the crows call and the bird’s hubbub is very loud, and on the field side the mountains seem to stagger - a terrible thunder, along the river Nepryadve geese and swans splash their wings, foreshadowing an unprecedented thunderstorm. And the great prince said to Dmitry Volynets: "We hear, brother, - a very terrible thunderstorm," - and Volynets shone: "Call, prince, God for help!"

And he turned to the Russian army - and there was great silence. Volynets then asked: “Do you see anything, prince?” - the same one answered: “I see: many fiery dawns are rising ...” And Volynets said: “Rejoice, sovereign, these are good signs, only call on God and do not become impoverished in faith!”

And again he said: "And I also have a sign to check." And he got off his horse, and clung to the ground with his right ear for a long time. Rising, he sighed and took a deep breath. And the great prince asked: “What is there, brother Dmitry?” The same was silent and did not want to speak to him, while the great prince urged him for a long time. Then he said: “One sign is for your benefit, the other is for sorrow. I heard the earth weeping in two ways: on one side, a woman was sobbing loudly for her children in a foreign language, on the other side, as if some maiden suddenly cried out loudly in a sad voice, as if into some kind of flute, so it is very sad to hear. After all, before that I had checked a lot of those signs of battles, that’s why I count on the mercy of God, the prayer of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, your relatives, and other miracle workers, Russian guardians, I am waiting for the defeat of the filthy Tatars. And your Christ-loving army will fall a lot, but, however, your victory, your glory will be.

Hearing this, the great prince shed tears and said: “To the Lord God, everything is possible: the breath of all of us is in his hands!” And Volynets said: “You, sovereign, should not tell this army, but only order each soldier to pray to God and call on his saints for help. And early in the morning, order them to sit on their horses, to each soldier, and arm themselves firmly and overshadow themselves with a cross: this is, after all, a weapon against opponents who will meet with us in the morning.

On the same night, a certain man, named Foma Katsibey, a robber, was put under guard by the Grand Duke on the Churov River for his courage for faithful protection from the filthy. Correcting him, God honored him on this night to see a wondrous spectacle. Standing on a high place, he saw a cloud coming from the east, very large, as if some troops were marching to the west. From the southern side came two young men, dressed in bright scarlet, their faces shone like the sun, sharp swords in both hands, and said to the leaders of the army: “Who ordered you to destroy our fatherland, which the Lord has given us? And they began to cut them down and cut them all down, not one of them escaped. The same Thomas, since then chaste and prudent, believed in God, and in the morning he told the Grand Duke alone about that vision. The great prince said to him: “Do not say this, my friend, to anyone,” and, raising his hands to heaven, he began to cry, saying: “Lord of the Lord, philanthropist! Prayers for the sake of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, help me, as Moses to the Amalekites, and as old Yaroslav to Svyatopolk, and my great-grandfather, Grand Duke Alexander, to the boasting king of Rome, who wished to ruin his fatherland. Repay me not according to my sins, but pour out your mercy on us, extend your mercy on us, do not let us be a mockery of our enemies, so that our enemies do not mock us, the countries of the infidels do not say: “Where is the god against whom they so hoped "But help, Lord, the Christians, after all, your holy name is famous for them!"

And the prince sent his great brother, Prince Vladimir Andreevich, up the Don to the oak forest, so that his regiment would hide there, giving him the best experts from his retinue, daring knights, solid warriors. And with him he sent his famous governor Dmitry Volynsky and many others.

When it came, on the eighth day of the month of September, the great feast of the Nativity of the Holy Mother of God, at dawn on Friday, when the sun was rising and it was a foggy morning, Christian banners began to flutter and battle trumpets sounded in multitude. And now the Russian horses cheered up from the sound of the trumpet, and each warrior goes under his own banner. And it was a joy to see the regiments lined up on the advice of the firm governor Dmitry Bobrok Volynets.

When the second hour of the day came, the sounds of the trumpets of both troops began to ascend, but the Tatar trumpets seemed to be numb, and the Russian trumpets thundered louder. The regiments still do not see each other, for the morning was foggy. And at this time, brothers, the earth is groaning terribly, predicting a great thunderstorm to the east right up to the sea, and to the west to the Danube, and that huge field of Kulikovo caves in, and the rivers overflowed their banks, for there have never been so many people in that place .

When the great prince mounted the best horse, rode through the regiments and spoke in great sorrow of his heart, tears flowed from his eyes in streams: “Fathers and my brothers, for the Lord’s sake, fight and the saints for the sake of the churches and the Christian faith, for this death is for us now not death, but eternal life; and think of nothing earthly, brothers, we will not retreat, and then Christ the God and Savior of our souls will crown us with crowns of victory.

Having strengthened the regiments, he again returned under his black banner, and got off his horse, and sat on another horse, and threw off his royal clothes, and dressed in another. He gave his former horse to Mikhail Andreevich Brenk and put those clothes on him, for he loved him beyond measure, and ordered his black banner to his squire to hold over Brenk. Under that banner, he was killed instead of the Grand Duke.

The great prince stood in his place, and, removing from his chest the life-giving cross, on which the sufferings of Christ were depicted and in which there was a piece of the life-bearing tree, he wept bitterly and said: “So, we hope for you, the life-bearing cross of the Lord, in the same appeared to the Greek king Constantine, when he went to battle with the wicked, and defeated them with your miraculous appearance. For the filthy wicked Polovtsians cannot resist your image; so, Lord, and show your mercy on your servant!

At the same time, a messenger came to him with letters from the Reverend Elder Abbot Sergius, and the letters read: “To the Grand Duke, and to all Russian princes, and to the entire Orthodox army - peace and blessing!” The great prince, having listened to the writing of the venerable elder and kissed the messenger with love, was strengthened by that letter, as if by some kind of hard armor. And the elder sent from Abbot Sergius gave a loaf of the most pure Mother of God, the great prince accepted the holy loaf and stretched out his hands, crying out loudly: “O great name of all the holy trinity, O most holy lady of the Mother of God, help us with the prayers of that monastery and the Monk Abbot Sergius; Christ God, have mercy and save our souls!”

And he mounted his best horse, and, taking his spear and iron club, rode out of the ranks, he wanted to fight against the filthy ones from the great sadness of his soul, for his great offense, for the holy churches and the Christian faith. Many Russian heroes, having restrained him, prevented him from doing this, saying: “You, Grand Duke, should not fight in battle first of all, you should stand aside and look at us, but we need to fight and our courage and courage before show you: if the Lord saves you with his mercy, then you will know who to reward with what. We are all ready on this day to lay down our heads for you, sovereign, and for the holy churches, and for Orthodox Christianity. You must, Grand Duke, to your servants, as far as anyone deserves with your head, create a memory, like Leonty the Tsar to Fedor Tiron, write down our names in the cathedral book so that the Russian sons who will be after us remember. But if we destroy you alone, then from whom can we expect that remembrance will suit us? If we are all saved, and we leave you alone, then what success will we have? And we will be like a flock of sheep that has no shepherd: it drags through the desert, and the wild wolves that come running will scatter it, and the sheep will scatter in all directions, You, sovereign, should save yourself, and us.

The great prince shed tears and said: “My dear brothers, Russian sons, I cannot answer your good speech, but only thank you, for you are truly good servants of God. After all, you know well about the torment of Christ's martyr Aretha. When he was tormented and the king ordered to lead him before the people and hack him to death with a sword, his valiant friends, hurrying one before the other, each of them bowed his head to the executioner under the sword instead of Aretha, his leader, understanding the glory of his deed. Aretha, the leader, said to his warriors: “So know, my brothers, have I not been honored by the earthly king more than you, having accepted earthly glory and gifts? So now it is also fitting for me to go ahead to the heavenly king, my head should be the first to be cut off, or rather, crowned. And, approaching, the executioner cut off his head, and then cut off the heads of his soldiers. So do I, brothers. Which of the Russian sons was honored more than me and received good things from the Lord without ceasing? But now evil has come upon me, can I really not endure it, for it is only because of me that all this has been erected. I can’t see you being defeated, and I can’t endure everything that follows, therefore I want to drink the same common cup with you and die the same death for the holy Christian faith! If I die, I will be with you; if I am saved, I will be with you!”

And now, brothers, at that time the regiments are being led: Dmitry Vsevolodovich and his brother, Prince Vladimir Vsevolodovich, are leading the advanced regiment, and Mikula Vasilyevich with the Kolomna people is leading the regiment from the right hand, and Timofey Voluevich is leading the regiment with the Kostroma from the left hand. Many filthy regiments wander from all sides: from the multitude of the army there is no place for them to converge. The godless king Mamai, having gone to a high place with three princes, watches the bloodshed of people.

Seeing that the third hour of the day had come, the great prince said: “Now our guests have approached and are passing each other a circular cup, that the first have already drunk it, and rejoiced, and fell asleep, for the time has come and the hour has come to show their courage to everyone.” And each warrior whipped his horse, and they all exclaimed unanimously: “God sleep!” - and again: "Christian God, help us!", - and the filthy Tatars began to call on their gods.

And menacingly both great forces converged, fighting firmly, brutally destroying each other, not only from weapons, but also from terrible crowding under horse hooves, they breathed their last, for it was impossible to accommodate everyone on that Kulikovo field: that field was close between the Don and the Mechei. On that field, after all, strong troops converged, bloody dawns emerged from them, and sparkling lightning trembled in them from the glare of swords. And there was a crackling and a great thunder from the broken spears and from the blows of swords, so that it was impossible in this sorrowful hour to overlook that ferocious battle. For in just one hour, in the blink of an eye, how many thousands of human souls, God's creatures, perished! The will of the Lord is being done: the hour, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, the Christians are firmly fighting unrelentingly with the filthy Polovtsians.

When the seventh hour of the day came, by God's permission and for our sins, the filthy began to overcome. Many of the noble men have already been killed, Russian heroes, and governors, and daring people, like oak trees, bow to the ground under horse hooves: many Russian sons are crushed. And the Grand Duke himself was badly wounded, and they threw him off his horse, he got out of the field with difficulty, for he could no longer fight, and hid in a thicket and was saved by God's power. Many times the banners of the Grand Duke were cut down, but they were not destroyed by God's grace, they were even more established.

We heard this from a faithful eyewitness who was in the regiment of Vladimir Andreevich; he told the Grand Duke, saying: “At the sixth hour of this day, I saw the sky open above you, from which a cloud came out, like a crimson dawn over the army of the Grand Duke, sliding low. That cloud was filled with human hands, and those hands stretched out over the great regiment as if preaching or prophetically. At the seventh hour of the day, a cloud held many crowns and lowered them on the army, on the heads of Christians.

The filthy ones began to overcome, and the Christian regiments thinned out - there are already few Christians, and all the filthy ones. Seeing such a death of Russian sons, Prince Vladimir Andreevich could not restrain himself and said to Dmitry Volynets: “So what is the use of our standing? what success will we have? who do we help? Already our princes and boyars, all Russian sons, are dying cruelly from the filthy ones, as if the grass is leaning!” And Dmitry answered: “The trouble, prince, is great, but our hour has not yet come: he who starts ahead of time will bring harm to himself; for the ears of wheat are crushed, and the weeds grow and rage on the well-born. So let's endure a little until the time is convenient and at that hour we will repay our adversaries according to their merits. Now only command every warrior to God to pray diligently and call on the saints for help, and from now on the grace of God and help to Christians will descend. And Prince Vladimir Andreevich, raising his hands to heaven, wept bitterly and said: “God, our father, who created heaven and earth, help the Christian people! Lord, do not allow our enemies to rejoice over us, punish us a little and have mercy a lot, for your mercy is endless! The Russian sons in his regiment wept bitterly, seeing their friends stricken by the filthy, they constantly rushed into battle, as if invited to a wedding to drink sweet wine. But Volynets forbade them to do so, saying: “Wait a little, violent sons of Russia, your time will come when you will be consoled, for you have someone to have fun with!”

And then the eighth hour of the day came, when the south wind pulled from behind us, and Volynets exclaimed in a loud voice: “Prince Vladimir, our time has come and the convenient hour has come!” - and added: “My brothers, friends, be bolder: the power of the holy spirit helps us!”

The comrades-in-arms, friends, jumped out of the green oak forest, like experienced falcons fell off the golden blocks, rushed to the endless herds of fattened, to that great Tatar power; and their banners were directed by the firm governor Dmitry Volynets: and they were like David's youths, whose hearts were like lions, like fierce wolves attacked the sheep herds and began to whip the filthy Tatars mercilessly.

The filthy Polovtsians saw their death, shouted in their own language, saying: “Alas, to us, Rus' again outwitted; the younger ones fought with us, but the best ones survived!” And the filthy ones turned, and showed their backs, and ran. The Russian sons, by the power of the holy spirit and the help of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, dispersed them, cutting them down, as if they were cutting down a forest - as if the grass under the scythe lies behind the Russian sons under horse hooves. The filthy ones on the shore shouted, saying: “Alas for us, Tsar Mamai, honored by us! You have ascended high, and you have descended into hell!” And many of our wounded, and they helped, whipping the filthy ones without mercy: one Russian drives a hundred filthy ones.

The godless king Mamai, seeing his death, began to call on his gods: Perun and Salavat, and Rakli and Khors, and his great accomplice Mohammed. And he had no help from them, for the power of the holy spirit, like fire, burns them.

And Mamai, seeing the new warriors, who, like fierce beasts, galloped and tore apart the enemies, like a herd of sheep, said to his own: “Let’s run, because we won’t wait for anything good, so at least we’ll take our heads!” And immediately the filthy Mamai ran with four men into the bend of the sea, gnashing his teeth, crying bitterly, saying: “We, brothers, will not be in our own land, and we won’t caress our wives, and we won’t see our children, we will caress the damp earth, kiss the green ant for us, and we will no longer see our retinue, neither with the princes, nor with the boyars!

And many chased after them and did not catch up, because their horses were tired, and Mamai had fresh horses, and he left the chase.

And all this happened by the grace of the Almighty God and the Most Pure Mother of God and the prayer and help of the holy passion-bearers Boris and Gleb, whom Foma Katsibei the robber saw when he was on guard, as already written above. Some pursued the Tatars and, having finished off everyone, returned, each under his own banner.

Prince Vladimir Andreevich stood on the battlefield under a black banner. It is terrible, brothers, to see then, and it is pitiful to see and look bitterly at human bloodshed: like sea space, and human corpses like haystacks: a fast horse cannot ride, and they plodded in blood up to their knees, and rivers flowed blood for three days.

And the Lithuanian princes said: “We think that he is alive, but seriously wounded; what if it lies among the dead corpses?” Another soldier said: "I saw him at the seventh hour, firmly fighting with the filthy club." Another said: "I saw him later: four Tatars attacked him, but he fought them firmly." A certain prince, named Stefan Novosilsky, said: “I saw him just before your arrival, he was on foot from the battle, and: all wounded. That’s why I couldn’t help him because three Tatars pursued me and by the grace of God I barely escaped from them, but I received a lot of evil from them and was very exhausted.

Prince Vladimir said: “Brothers and friends, Russian sons, if anyone finds my brother alive, he will truly be the first among us!; And they scattered all over the great, mighty and formidable battlefield, looking for the victory of the winner. And some came across the murdered Mikhail Andreevich Brenk: he was lying in clothes and in a helmet that the Grand Duke had given him; others came across the murdered Prince Fyodor Semyonovich Belozersky, considering him for the Grand Duke, because he looked like him.

But two of some warriors deviated to the right side into the oak forest, one named Fedor Sabur, and the other Grigory Kholopishchev, both from Kostroma. We moved a little away from the place of the battle - and came across the Grand Duke, beaten and wounded all over and tired, he lay in the shade of a cut down birch tree. And they saw him, and dismounting from their horses, bowed down to him. Sabur immediately returned to tell Prince Vladimir about this and said: “The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich is alive and reigns forever!”

All the princes and governors, having heard about this, quickly rushed and fell at his feet, saying: “Rejoice, our prince, like the former Yaroslav, new Alexander, conqueror of enemies: this honor belongs to you!” The great prince barely said: "What is there - tell me." And Prince Vladimir said: “By the grace of God and his most pure mother, with the help and prayers of the relatives of our holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, and with the prayers of the Russian saint Peter, and our accomplice and inspirer Abbot Sergius, our enemies were defeated by all those prayers, but we were saved” .

And they brought him a horse, and, sitting on a horse and riding out to a great, terrible and formidable place of battle, he saw a lot of his troops killed, and four times more filthy Tatars than those killed, and turning to Volynets, he said: “Truly, Dmitry, not your sign is false, it is fitting for you to always be a governor.

And he went with his brother and with the remaining princes and governors to the place of battle, exclaiming from the pain of his heart and shedding tears, and so he said: “Brothers, Russian sons, princes, and boyars, and governors, and boyar servants! The Lord God has judged you to die such a death. You laid down your heads for the holy churches and for Orthodox Christianity.” And a little later he drove up to the place where the princes of Belozersky, killed together, lay: they fought so hard that they died one after another. Immediately nearby lay the murdered Mikhail Vasilyevich; standing over them, the amiable governors, the great prince began to weep and say: “My brothers, princes, sons of Russia, if you have the courage before God, pray for us so that together with you we can be with the Lord God, for I know that he will listen to you God!"

And he went further, and found his confidante Mikhail Andreevich Brenk, and next to him lies a steadfast guard Semyon Melik, Timofei Voluevich was killed nearby. Standing over them, the great prince shed tears and said: “My beloved brother, because of your resemblance to me, you were killed. What kind of slave can serve his master like this, for my sake, he himself voluntarily coming to death! Truly like the ancient Avis, who was in the army of Darius the Persian and did the same as you. Since Melik was also lying here, the prince said over him: “My steadfast guard, I was tightly guarded by your guard.” He also arrived at another place, saw Peresvet the monk, and in front of him lies a filthy Pecheneg, an evil Tatar, like a mountain, and right next to him lies the famous hero Grigory Kapustin. The great prince turned to his people and said: “You see, brothers, your founder, for this Alexander Peresvet, our accomplice, blessed by hegumen Sergius, defeated the great, strong, evil Tatar, from whom many people would drink the cup of death.”

And having driven off to a new place, he commanded to blow the prefabricated pipes, to call people. The brave knights, having sufficiently tested their weapons against the filthy Tatars, wander from all sides to the sound of the trumpet. They walked merrily, rejoicing, they sang songs: those sang the Mother of God, others - martyrdom, others - psalms - all Christian songs. Each warrior goes rejoicing at the sound of the trumpet.

When all the people had gathered, the great prince stood in the midst of them, weeping and rejoicing: he weeps over the dead, but rejoices over the healthy. He said: my brothers, Russian princes, and local boyars, and service people of the whole earth! It is fitting for you to serve in this way, and for me it is proper to praise you. If the Lord will save me and I will be on my throne, in the great reign in the city of Moscow, then I will give you a worthy gift. Now here's what we'll do: let's bury each one of our neighbors, so that the bodies of Christians don't fall to the beasts."

The great prince stood behind the Don on the battlefield for eight days, until the Christians were separated from the wicked. The bodies of Christians were buried in the ground, the wicked bodies were thrown to the beasts and birds to be torn to pieces.

And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich said: “Count, brothers, how many governors there are, how many service people.” Says the Moscow boyar, named Mikhail Alexandrovich, and he was in Mikula’s regiment with Vasilyevich, the counter was great: “We don’t have, sovereign, forty Moscow boyars, and twelve Belozersky princes, and thirteen boyars - Novgorod posadniks, and fifty boyars of Nizhny Novgorod, Yes, forty boyars of Serpukhov, yes, twenty boyars of Pereyaslav, yes, twenty-five boyars of Kostroma, yes, thirty-five boyars of Vladimir, yes, fifty boyars of Suzdal, yes, forty boyars of Murom, yes, thirty-three boyars of Rostov, yes, twenty boyars of Dmitrovsky, yes, seventy boyars of Mozhaisky, yes, sixty the boyars of Zvenigorod, and fifteen of the boyars of Uglich, and twenty of the boyars of Galich, and there are no counts of junior warriors; but we only know: our whole squad died two hundred and fifty thousand and three thousand, and we have fifty thousand squads left.

And the great prince said: “Glory to you, the highest creator, the king of heaven, the merciful Savior, who had mercy on us sinners, did not give into the hands of our enemies, filthy raw-eaters. And you, brothers, princes, and boyars, and governors, and the younger squad, Russian sons, are destined to place between the Don and Nepryadva, on the Kulikovo field, on the Nepryadva river. You laid down your heads for the Russian land, for the Christian faith. Forgive me, brethren, and bless me in this life and the next!” And he cried for a long time, and said to his princes and governors: “Let's go, brothers, to our land of Zalessky, to the glorious city of Moscow, we will return to our estates and grandfathers: we have earned ourselves honor and a glorious name!”

The filthy Mamai then fled from the battle, and reached the city of Kafa, and, concealing his name, returned to his land, not wanting to endure, seeing himself defeated, shamed and scolded. And again he was angry, very angry, and still plotting evil on the Russian land, like a roaring lion and like an insatiable viper. And, having gathered his remaining forces, he again wanted to go into exile to the Russian land. And when he planned this, the news suddenly came to him that a king named Tokhtamysh from the east, from the Blue Horde itself, was coming against him. And Mamai, who prepared an army for a campaign on the Russian land, with that army went against Tokhtamysh. And they met at Kalka, and there was a big fight between them. And King Tokhtamysh, having defeated King Mamai, drove him away. The Mamaev princes, and allies, and Yesauls, and boyars beat Tokhtamysh with their foreheads, and he accepted them, and captured the Horde, and sat on the kingdom. Mamai ran away again to Kafu alone; concealing his name, he hid here, and was identified by some merchant, and then he was killed by flasks; and so evil lost his life. Let's end this here.

Olgerd of Lithuania, having heard that the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich defeated Mamai, returned home with great shame. Oleg Ryazansky, having learned that the Grand Duke wanted to send an army against him, was frightened and fled from his estate with the princess and the boyars; the Ryazan people browed the Grand Duke, and the Grand Duke installed his deputies in Ryazan.

The battle on the ice and other "myths" of Russian history Aleksey Bychkov

"The Tale of Mama's Massacre"

"The Tale of Mama's Massacre"

The main monument of the Kulikovo cycle - "The Tale of the Battle of Mamaev" - was first published in 1829. It was a variant of the Main Edition of "The Tale of ...", conditionally called "Printed" (since this version was printed for the first time), which is distinguished by an abundance of borrowings from "Zadonshchina". First of all, this publication drew attention to itself by the fact that in the printed monument, not only individual words, but also entire phrases and phrases coincided with the "Tale of Igor's Campaign".

What does the “Legend of the Mamaev Battle” tell about?

The pagan prince Mamai decided, by the permission of the Lord, to subdue the Christians.

“By God’s permission, for our sins, at the instigation of the devil, the prince of an eastern country named Mamai, a pagan by faith, an idolater and iconoclast, an evil persecutor of Christians, rose up. And the devil began to incite him, and temptation against the Christian world entered his heart, and the enemy taught him how to destroy the Christian faith and desecrate the holy churches, because he wanted to subdue all Christians, so that the name of the Lord would not be glorified among those who were faithful to the Lord. The Lord is our God, king and creator of all things, whatever He wills, He will do.”

And that godless Mamai envied Tsar Batu, but I decided not to plunder Rus', but to capture and settle in Russian cities on a par with Russian nobles. "Quietly and serenely live."

And he crossed from the left bank of the Volga to the right bank.

And he came to the mouth of the Voronezh River, where he decided to stay until autumn.

The poverty of the mind was in the head of Prince Oleg of Ryazan, he sent his son to the godless Mamai with great honor and with many gifts, and wrote his letters to him like this:

“Eastern great and free kings, Tsar Mamai - rejoice! Your henchman, Oleg, who swore allegiance to you, the prince of Ryazan, prays a lot to you. I heard, sir, that you want to go to the Russian land, to your servant Prince Dimitri Ivanovich of Moscow, you want to frighten him. Now, lord and bright tsar, your time has come: the land of Moscow has overflowed with gold, and silver, and many riches, and with all sorts of jewels, your possession needs. And Prince Dmitry of Moscow - a Christian man, as soon as he hears the word of your fury, he will run away to his far reaches: either to Novgorod the Great, or to Beloozero, or to the Dvina, and the great wealth of Moscow and gold - everything will be in your hands and your army on need. But for me, your servant, Oleg of Ryazan, your power will spare, o king: for you, I greatly frighten Rus' and Prince Dmitry. And we also ask you, o king, both of your servants, Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Lithuanian: we took a great offense from this Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich, and no matter how we threaten him with your royal name in our offense, but he does not worry about it . And yet, our lord the tsar, he captured my city Kolomna for himself - and about that about everything, oh, tsar, we send a complaint to you.

Kolomna. Olearius drawing

And another, too, soon sent his herald Prince Oleg Ryazansky with his letter, but it is written in the letter as follows: “To the Grand Duke Olgerd of Lithuania - to rejoice in great joy! It is known, after all, that for a long time you were plotting against the Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich of Moscow, in order to expel him from Moscow and take possession of Moscow yourself. Now, prince, our time has come, for the great king Mamai is coming upon him and on his land. Now, prince, we will both join Tsar Mamai, for I know that the tsar will give you the city of Moscow, and other cities that are closer to your principality, and he will give me the city of Kolomna, and Vladimir, and Murom, which are to my principality stand closer. I sent my messenger to Tsar Mamai with great honor and with many gifts, so you sent your messenger, and what you have from the gifts, then you went to him, having written your letters, but you yourself know how, for more you understand me."

Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, having learned all this, was very pleased with the high praise of his friend, Prince Oleg of Ryazan, and he quickly sent an ambassador to Tsar Mamai with great gifts and gifts for royal amusements. And he writes his letters like this:

“Eastern great king Mamai! Prince Olgerd of Lithuania, who swore allegiance to you, asks you very much. I heard, sir, that you want to punish your inheritance, your servant, the Moscow prince Dmitry, therefore I pray you, free tsar, your servant, that Prince Dmitry of Moscow inflicts a great insult on your prince Oleg Ryazansky, and he also causes a lot of harm to me. Mister king free Mamai! May the power of your reign now come to our places, may your attention, o king, turn your attention to our suffering from Moscow Prince Dmitry Ivanovich.

Oleg Ryazansky and Olgerd Litovsky thought to themselves, saying this: “When Prince Dmitry hears about the coming of the tsar, and his fury, and about our alliance with him, he will run away from Moscow to Veliky Novgorod, or to Beloozero, or to the Dvina, and we will land in Moscow and Kolomna. When the tsar comes, we will meet him with great gifts and with great honor and beseech him, and the tsar will return to his possessions, and we will divide the principality of Moscow among ourselves by the tsar's decree - either to Vilna, or to Ryazan, and the tsar will give us Mamai your labels and our descendants after us. After all, they did not know what they were plotting and what they were saying, like foolish little children who do not know God's power and God's destiny. For it is truly said: “If someone holds faith in God with good deeds and the truth in his heart and trusts in God, then the Lord will not betray such a person to enemies in humiliation and ridicule.”

Ambassadors came to Tsar Mamai from Olgerd of Lithuania and from Oleg of Ryazan and brought him great gifts and messages. The king accepted the gifts with love and letters and, having heard letters and ambassadors respectfully, let him go and wrote the following answer:

“Olgerd Lithuanian and Oleg Ryazansky. For your gifts and for your praise addressed to me, whatever Russian possessions you want from me, I will give you those. And you give me an oath and meet me where you have time, and defeat your enemy. After all, I don’t really need your help: if I now wished, then with my great strength I would have conquered ancient Jerusalem, as before the Chaldeans. Now I want glorification from you, by my royal name and threat, and by your oath and your power Prince Dmitry of Moscow will be defeated, and your name will become formidable in your countries by my threat. After all, if I, the king, have to defeat a king like myself, then it is fitting and proper for me to receive royal honor. You now go away from me and convey my words to your princes.

Prince Oleg Ryazansky sends ambassadors to Mamai, saying: “Come out, tsar, rather to Rus'!”

And the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich heard that the godless Tsar Mamai was advancing on him with many hordes and with all his might, tirelessly furious at Christians and at the faith of Christ and envying the headless Batu, the great prince Dmitry Ivanovich was greatly saddened because of the invasion of the godless.

He hired Besermen, Armenians, Fryags, Circassians, Yases and Burtases.

Grand Duke Dmitry learns that Oleg Ryazansky and the prince of Lithuania are in alliance with Mamai.

Dmitry "falls into sadness", prays fervently and sends "for his brother" Vladimir Andreevich Serpukhovsky, "for all Russian princes" and "voivodes".

Grand Duke Dmitry Ivanovich, taking his brother Prince Vladimir Andreevich, went to Kyiv and came to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian, who was expelled from Moscow by the Grand Duke three years before these events and lived in Kyiv, and said to him: “Do you know, our father, the upcoming This is a great test for us - after all, the godless Tsar Mamai is moving towards us, inflaming fury with unchanging determination? The Metropolitan said to the Grand Duke: “Tell me, my lord, what have you done wrong before him?” The great prince said: “Father, I checked everything for sure, that according to the precepts of our fathers, tribute, and even more, paid tribute to him.” The metropolitan said: “You see, my lord, by the permission of God for the sake of our sins, he goes to fill our land, but you due, Orthodox princes, those wicked with gifts to satisfy at least four times. If even after that he does not humble himself, then the Lord will humble him, because the Lord opposes the bold, but gives grace to the humble.

The great prince Dmitry Ivanovich, taking with him his brother Prince Vladimir Andreevich and all the princes of Russia, went to the life-giving Trinity to bow to his spiritual father, Reverend Elder Sergius, to receive a blessing from that holy monastery.

And Sergius said: “Go, sir, to the pagan Polovtsians, calling on God, and the Lord God will be your helper and intercessor,” and added to him quietly: “You will defeat your adversaries, sir, as befits you, our sovereign.” The great prince said: “Father, give me two warriors from your brethren - Peresvet Alexander and his brother Andrey Oslyabya, and you yourself will help us.” The elder, the monk, ordered both of them to quickly prepare, to go with the Grand Duke, for they were well-known warriors in battles, they met more than one attack.

They immediately obeyed the venerable elder and did not refuse his command. And he gave them, instead of a corruptible weapon, an incorruptible one - the cross of Christ sewn on the schemas, and we will command them to put them on themselves instead of gilded helmets. And he handed them over to the hands of the Grand Duke and said: “Here are my soldiers for you, and your chosen ones,” and he said to them: “Peace be with you, my brothers, fight firmly, like glorious warriors for the faith of Christ and for all Orthodox Christianity with the filthy Polovtsians! » And he overshadowed the entire army of the Grand Duke with the sign of Christ - peace and blessing.

"Grand Duchess Evdokeya and Princess Volodimerova look at the Grand Dukes and the golden-domed tower"

The great prince rejoiced in his heart, but he did not tell anyone what St. Sergius had said to him. And he went to his glorious city of Moscow, rejoicing, as if he had received an indelible treasure - the blessing of the holy elder. And returning to Moscow, he went with his brother, with Prince Vladimir Andreevich, to His Grace Metropolitan Cyprian, and told one metropolitan everything that the elder Saint Sergius had secretly told him and what blessing he had given him and all his Orthodox army. The archbishop ordered these words to be kept secret, not to be told to anyone.

The great prince let his brother prince Vladimir go to Brashevo by the road, and the Belozersky princes - by the Bolvanovsky road, and the great prince himself went to the Kotel by the road. Ahead of him, the sun shines brightly, and after him a gentle breeze blows. Therefore, the great prince parted from his brother, because it was not possible for them to pass along one road.

I. Bolotnikov in the near Kulikovo field

When Thursday, August 27, the day of memory of the holy father Pimen the Hermit, came, on that day the great prince decided to go out to meet the godless Tatars.

Dmitry gathers an army, at the head of which he comes out of Moscow, heading for Kolomna. Many governors and warriors met him on the river in Severka. The archbishop of Kolomna, Gerontius, met the Grand Duke at the gates of the city with life-giving crosses and holy icons with all his clergy, and overshadowed him with a life-bearing cross and made a prayer: “Save, God, your people.”

The next morning, the great prince ordered all the soldiers to leave for the field to the Maiden Monastery.

On Holy Sunday, after Matins, many battle trumpets began to sound, and many timpani beat, and the banners embroidered near Panfilov's garden rustled.

The sons of the Russians entered the vast fields of Kolomna, so that it was impossible even to set foot from a huge army, and it was impossible for anyone to look over the rati of the Grand Duke with their eyes. The great prince, having gone to an elevated place with his brother, with Prince Vladimir Andreevich, seeing a great many people equipped, rejoiced and appointed a governor to each regiment.

The princes ascended to a high place to review the troops

At the Oka River, the prince "adopts" "news from the filthy", "let the third watchman go into the field." In the Chronicle Tale, the Grand Duke is going to give Mamai a “way out” “according to the strength of the peasants and according to his own end”; tries to appease Mamai with gifts. Princes Olgerdovichi join Dmitry (according to the Chronicle Tale - still in Kolomna, according to the Tale ... - near the Don. According to both stories, Dmitry leaves his sons and wife Evdokia in Moscow. The description of Evdokia's grief in the Tale ... finds an echo in "Chronicle Tale" in the lamentation of wives for the soldiers who left Moscow).

Crossing the Oka, Dimitri ordered, passing through the Ryazan land, "not to touch a single hair", that is, he forbade robberies to his army.

Oleg Ryazansky was very afraid of the Moscow detachments and "moved from place to place."

Crossing the Oka

Olgerd Lithuanian led his army, consisting of Swedes, Lithuanians and Lotvaks, came to Odoev, located 140 km from the Kulikovo field, but, having learned that Dimitri was coming with a large army, did not rush to Mamai.

Don is discussing the issue of crossing. Mamai, having learned about the crossing of the Don by the Russian troops, "was enraged with his eyes and confused with his mind and broke up with a fierce rage", "was unleashed by the devil."

Hegumen Sergius sent a blessing before the battle even before the crossing of the Don.

Tatar patrol on the Kulikovo field. One of them has a firearm - a squeaker

There was a marvelous vision on the river on the Chura to the robber Thomas Kotsibey, God honored him on this night to see a marvelous spectacle. Standing on a high place, he saw a cloud coming from the east, very large, as if some troops were marching to the west. From the south, two young men came, dressed in bright scarlet, their faces shone like the sun, they had sharp swords in both hands, and said to the Tatar leaders: “Who ordered you to destroy our fatherland, which the Lord has given us?” And they began to cut them down and cut them all down, not one of them escaped.

Dmitry is persuaded to refuse to participate in the battle "ahead".

The Grand Duke, having approved the regiments, returns under his red banner, transfers his horse and his clothes to Mikhail Brenk and ordered "to carry that banner over him."

March of Russian troops

Two troops met on the huge Kulikovo field. And the Pecheneg stepped forward from the Tatar detachment, boasting of valor, looking like the ancient Goliath: five sazhens is his height and three sazhens is his width.

The battle of Peresvet with the Polovtsian hero

On September 8, both great forces came together menacingly, fighting firmly, brutally destroying each other, not only from weapons, but also from terrible crowding under horse hooves, they breathed their last, for it was impossible to accommodate everyone on that Kulikovo field: there was a close field between the Don and Mechey . On that field, after all, strong troops converged, bloody dawns emerged from them, and sparkling lightning trembled in them from the glare of swords. And there was a crackling and a great thunder from the broken spears and from the blows of swords, so that it was impossible in this sorrowful hour to overlook this ferocious battle.

The Tatars, mistaking Brenk for a leader, attack him with all their might. Brenk dies in battle.

And the Grand Duke himself was badly wounded and thrown off his horse, he got out of the field with difficulty, for he could no longer fight, and hid in the thicket and was saved by the power of God. Many times the banners of the Grand Duke were cut down, but they were not destroyed by God's grace, they were even stronger.

The filthy ones began to overcome, and the Christian regiments thinned out - there are already few Christians, and all the filthy ones. Seeing such a death of Russian sons, Prince Vladimir Andreevich could not restrain himself and said to Dmitry Volynets: “So what is the use of our standing? What success will we have? Who are we to help? Already our princes and boyars, all Russian sons are cruelly dying from the filthy ones, as if the grass is leaning!” And Dmitry answered: "The trouble, prince, is great, but our hour has not yet come."

In battle, even "many dead help us and cut without mercy."

And then the eighth hour of the day came, when the south wind pulled from behind us, and Volynets exclaimed in a loud voice: “Prince Vladimir, our time has come and the convenient hour has come!”

The comrades-in-arms, friends, jumped out of the green oak forest, like experienced falcons fell off the golden blocks, rushed to the endless herds of fattened, to that great Tatar power; and their banners were directed by the firm commander Dmitry Volynets: and they were like David's youths, whose hearts were like lions, like fierce wolves attacked the sheep herds, and began to flog the filthy Tatars mercilessly.

The filthy Polovtsy saw their death, shouted in their own language, saying: “Alas for us, Rus' outwitted again: the younger ones fought with us, but the best all survived!” And the filthy ones turned, and showed their backs, and ran. The Russian sons, by the power of the holy spirit and with the help of the holy martyrs Boris and Gleb, dispersed them, cutting them down, as if they were cutting down a forest, as if the grass under the scythe was spread behind the Russian sons under horse hooves. The filthy ones on the run shouted, saying: “Alas for us, Tsar Mamai, honored by us! You ascended high - and you descended into hell! And many of our wounded even helped, whipping the filthy ones without mercy: one Russian drives a hundred filthy ones.

The godless king Mamai, seeing his death, began to call on his gods: Perun, and Salavat, and Rakliya, and Khors, and his great accomplice Mohammed. And he had no help from them, for the power of the holy spirit, like fire, burns them.

And Mamai, seeing the new warriors, as if fierce beasts were galloping and tearing like a flock of sheep, said to his own: “Let’s run, because we won’t wait for anything good, so at least we’ll take our heads!” And immediately the filthy Mamai ran with four men into the bend of the sea, gnashing his teeth, crying bitterly, saying: “We, brothers, will not be in our own land, and we won’t caress our wives, and we won’t see our children, we will caress the damp earth, kiss the green ant for us, and we will no longer see our retinue, neither with the princes, nor with the boyars!

And many chased after them and did not catch up with them, because the horses were tired, and Mamai had fresh horses, and left the chase.

And he stood on the Kulikov field as a winner Vladimir Andreevich under his black banner.

Prince Vladimir Andreevich stood on the battlefield under a black banner. It is terrible, brothers, to see then and it is pitiful to see and look bitterly at human bloodshed - like the sea space, and human corpses - like haystacks: a fast horse cannot gallop, and they plodded knee-deep in blood, and rivers flowed with blood for three days.

Prince Vladimir Andreevich did not find his brother, the Grand Duke, on the field and ordered to blow into the prefabricated pipes. He waited an hour and did not find the Grand Duke, he began to cry and shout, and he began to go around the shelves himself, and did not find it, and said to everyone: “My brothers, Russian sons, who saw or who heard our shepherd and boss?”

And the Lithuanian princes said: “We think that he is alive, but seriously wounded; what if he lies among the dead corpses? Another soldier said: "I saw him at the seventh hour, firmly fighting with the filthy club." Another said: "I saw him later: four Tatars attacked him, but he fought hard with them." A certain prince, named Stefan Novosilsky, said: “I saw him just before your arrival, he was on foot from the battle, all wounded. That’s why I couldn’t help him - three Tatars pursued me, and by the grace of God I barely escaped from them, but I received a lot of evil from them and was very exhausted.

Prince Vladimir said: “Brothers and friends, Russian sons, if anyone finds my brother alive, he will truly be the first among us!” And they scattered all over the great, mighty and formidable battlefield, looking for the victory of the winner. And some came across the murdered Mikhail Andreevich Brenk: he lies in clothes and in a helmet that the prince gave him.

Finally, two warriors saw the Grand Duke lying under a felled tree. Stunned in battle by a strong blow, he fell from his horse, became unconscious, and seemed dead; but soon opened his eyes. Then Vladimir, princes, officials, kneeling down, exclaimed unanimously: “Sire! you have defeated your enemies!" Demetrius stood up: seeing his brother, seeing the joyful faces of those around him and the Christian banners over the corpses of the Moghuls, in the delight of his heart he expressed gratitude to heaven; hugged Vladimir, officials; kissed the simplest warriors and mounted his horse, healthy with joy of spirit, and not feeling exhaustion.

After the battle, the entire Kulikovo field was littered with the bodies of the dead and wounded. The sight of the massacre struck the grand duke, who had hardly been found and had barely regained his senses. While driving around the field, he saw, according to sources, a dramatic picture of the death of many of his most prominent associates. Their remains were sent in decks for burial in their native places. As for the ordinary soldiers, it was even impossible to accurately count them, "behind the bodies of Christianity and besurmanstia, lying in piles ... no one can know all, and tacos cellar together." The funeral took 6 days.

The pagan Mamai escaped from the battle, reached the Crimean city of Kafa incognito, and from there returned to his land. After that, Mamai went with his army against Khan Tokhtamysh. Tokhtamysh won, and Mamai was betrayed by his governors. Mamai fled again to Kafu, where he was recognized by a certain merchant and killed by the Genoese.

Then they told the Great Prince that Prince Oleg of Ryazansky sent Mamai to help his strength and destroyed the bridges on the rivers. For this, the great prince wanted to send his army against Oleg. And then suddenly, at that very time, the boyars of Ryazan came to him and told him that Prince Oleg had left his land and himself had fled with the princess, and with the children, and with the boyars, and with his advisers. The Ryazans beat Dimitri with their foreheads, and the prince planted his deputies in Ryazan instead of Oleg who had fled.

In 1386, Fedor Olegovich (son of Oleg Ryazansky) married the daughter of Dmitry Donskoy Sofya Dmitrievna.

Prince Vladimir Andreevich stood on the bones under a black banner. He stood on the bones for 8 days, until they separated the Christians from the wicked. Christians were buried, and the wicked were thrown to the beasts to be torn to pieces.

Comments and corrections.

German scientist of the late 15th century. A. Krantz already called this battle "the greatest battle in the memory of people." So, it (battle) was. We do not dispute this.

Vladimir Andreevich, grandson of Kalita, he owned a third of Moscow. It bears the names Donskoy and Brave. Prince Serpukhovsky and Borovsky. The true winner of the Kulikovo battle, but since he was not a Moscow, but a Serpukhov prince, the victory was later attributed not to him, but to Dmitry, who, moreover, according to our chronicles, is no longer glorified by any exploits.