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You stand your ground, you spurt arrows at warriors, you clang on helmets with swords of steel. Wherever the Bull bounds, darting light from his golden helmet, there lie pagan Kuman heads: cleft with tempered sabers are [their] Avar helmets- by you, Fierce Bull Vsevolod! What wound, brothers, |