Biography of Vasily Shibanova

Prince Kurbsky fled from the royal anger, with him Vaska Shibanov, striving. The prince was burden. The horse is exhausted. What to do in the middle of the night of foggy? But the slave loyalty to Shibanov, keeping his own, gives the governor the horse: "Download, the prince, to the enemy will become, maybe I will not leave on foot." And the prince shouted. Under the Lithuanian tent, the disgraced sits the governor, the Lithuanians are around in amazement, the crowds are crowds at the entrance without hats, they give an honor to the Russian knight; It is not without reason that the Lithuanian people are wondering, and their heads are circulating: "Prince Kurbsky became a friend to us." But the prince is not pleased with the new honor, he is fulfilled by bile and anger; The Kurbsky is preparing to count “that for a long time I melt and wear, I’ll write everything out to the king, I’ll say it straight, without bending, thanks for all his affection”.

And the boyar writes all night all night, the feather breathes, reads, smiles, smiles, and reads it again, and again writes without rest, and with evil words he has a king, and now, when the dawn was taken up, he ripened to his joy but who the daring princes would take the words to John? Who is not Lyuba on the shoulders, whose heart will not squeeze in the chest? Involuntarily doubts were found about the prince ...

Suddenly Shibanov enters the sweat and dust: “Prince, my service is not needed? You see, ours did not catch up with me! You need your silver here, and I will transfer your letter to your royal hands for the torment. ” Copper ringing rushes, buzzing over Moscow; The king in humble clothes is sober; Does he call back to his former peace, or the conscience burns forever?

But often and measuredly he beats in the bell, and the Moscow people are trying to call, and prays, full of fear, so that the day passes without execution. In response, the lord is buzzing the tower, the Vyazemsky fierce is calling him, the pitch darkness calls all the emergency, and Vaska is dirty, and Malyuta, and then, proud of his beauty, with a girlish smile, with a snake soul, the beloved calls the John, the king finished; Leaning on the rod, it goes, and with it all the roundabouts.

Suddenly a messenger rides, pushes the people, holds a message over the hat. And he hid from his horse hastily down, he approaches King John and says to him, not turning pale: “From the Kurbian prince Andrei! From the villain of the dashing? Read the clerks, read me aloud the sending from word to word! Give a letter here, a daring messenger! Responsive, crazy, what sin have a sin beat the good and strong?

Responde to them, in the middle of a heavy war, are the enemies of the enemies without an account of a stronghold? Are you glorified by courage? And who is to their fidelity equal to them? Or, wicked more immortal, more than a seduced heresy? Listen! Retribution will come for an hour, a predicted scripture, and az, and the blood in the unceasing battles for the chai, like water, fibers and fakes, I will present with you before the judge!

Shibanov was silent. From a pierced leg, the blood was flicked with an electric shock, and the king at the calm eye of the servant looked at the acute as an eye. The lord was gloomy a mysterious look, as if filled with sadness; And everyone was silent in expectation. And the king said so: “Yes, your boyar is right, and there is no life to me, the blood of good and strong legs is corrected, I am an unworthy and stench one!

A messenger, you are not a slave, but a comrade and friend, and a lot, to know, faithful from the Kurbsky servants who passed you for nothing! Go with Malyuta in the dash! Did he finally name the thief of friends?