Chapter

1 1|      Might it not behove us, brethren, to commence in ancient
2 1|     us begin this narration, brethren, from the old times of Vladimir
3 2|     Igor spoke to his army:~"Brethren and warriors! it is better
4 2|      mount our swift steeds, brethren! Let us view the blue river
5 5|       What wound can matter, brethren, to one who has forgotten
6 8|    AUTHOR'S LAMENTS~And now, brethren, unhappy times have arrived.
7 8| jingle gold and silver"~And, brethren, the city of Kiev began
8 9|     What is there to wonder, brethren, when an old man feels like