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| | The Song of Igor's Campaign, Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg |
 | | Then, across the Russian land, seldom did plowmen shout [hup-hup to their horses] 270 but often did ravens croak as they divided among themselves the cadavers, while jackdaws announced in their own jargon that they were about to fly to the feed. |
 | | Then at morn, he drove in his battle axes, 650 opened the gates of Novgorod, shattered the glory of Yaroslav, [and] loped like a wolf to the Nemiga from Dudutki. |
 | | 800 Not like that," says [Igor], "is the river Stugna: endowed with a meager stream, having fed [therefore] on alien rills and runners, she rent between bushes a youth, prince Rostislav, imprisoning him. |
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