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1 Text|        to this day. Let not my sons or anyone else which happens
2 Text|        rather let anyone of my sons who takes my words to heart
3 Text| quickly, that we may expel the sons of Rostislav, and seize
4 Text|       you read these words, my sons, praise God who has shown
5 Text|       I now narrate to you, my sons, the fatigue I have endured
6 Text|      Mikulen in pursuit of the sons of Iziaslav, whom we did
7 Text|      as Romny with Oleg and my sons. When the nomads learned
8 Text|        and service.~Let not my sons or whoever else reads this
9 Text|    beasts, do a man's work, my sons, as God sets it before you