Т ы пронзаешь копьями его главу вождей его, когда они как вихрь ринулись разбить меня, в радости, как бы думая поглотить бедного скрытно.
With his own spear You cut through the head of his soldiers. They came like a storm to send us everywhere, finding joy as if they were destroying in secret those who had it very hard.
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