Chorus from the tragedy of Andromache, verse
Хор из трагедии Андромаха, стих
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Exalted by the hand of Zeus,
I was afraid of enemies far away,
The purity of bashful virgins,
The charm of pious wives,
The insolence of arrogant youths,
Death, following Elena,
Before the enemy for the land of my native land
The darkness of the Achaeans fell into dust:
Hector fell beyond the borders of his native land....
We leaked on the return journey.