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Mūri Yano
03:17
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Beautiful Yana, my rebel sweetheart, where is the white necklace I gave you?’
‘My love, I sold it for bullets, a gift from me to your comrades-in-arms.’
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I Se Prochula, Razchula
02:10
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The golden maiden Zlatka was famed for her beauty — no girl was as pretty or as gracious. The nightingale praised her, the forest leaves whispered of her. She was the loveliest flower in the garden. All the young men and all the heroes set off to ask for her hand in marriage, and she became a bride. Blessings to all!
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Sūbrali Sa Se, Nabrali
04:19
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All the young men have gathered to eat and drink. The host has promised 99 gold coins to whoever can entice beautiful Rumyanka to come to the party, but nobody dares to step forward.
At last, the smallest shepherd, the biggest devil, boasts, ‘I shall bring Rumyanka — I will play the kaval and she will rejoice in being young.’
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Ogreyala Mesechinka
01:18
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‘The crescent moon has risen, oh Lada. Whose circle dance is the most beautiful, oh Goddess Lada? The maidens’ circle dance is the most beautiful, oh Lada.’
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Mitro Le, Mitro
02:12
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‘Hey Mitra, why is your boy looking so ill? Is it from wine and rakiya brandy, or has he eaten too many pickles?’
‘It’s not from wine or from pickles. He went to Tsaparevo last night and seduced all the maidens. He wrote their names in a book, and then he lost the book. That’s why he’s so ill.’
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Young Stuyan, the chieftain, fell wounded deep in the heroes’ green forest. There was nobody nearby; no one to bring him water or give him shade. ‘Oh my horse,’ said Stuyan, ‘my trusted friend who carried the standard with me. Pray that the summer is rainy and the winter is wet. Pray that your reins will rot away. Tear yourself from the tree, my horse, and run to my mother’s house. Tell her where her only son has died.’
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Dragana I Slaveya
03:32
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Dragana sat in her garden under a rose bush, embroidering and singing. A nightingale perched above her and said,‘Keep singing, Dragana. If you can outsing me, cut off my wings. If I win, I’ll cut off your hair.’ But Dragana sang even more beautifully than the nightingale. The bird pleaded, ‘I have young chicks in my nest. Don’t chop off my wings,chop off my legs instead.’ Dragana replied, ‘Nightingale, I don’t need to chop off anything. It is prize enough to have outsung you.’
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Dorke Todorke
01:03
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‘Beautiful Todorka, sweet as a cherry, bright as silver, turn around. Turn around and let me see your face. Is it as pretty as ever?’
‘Go away, you flirt; my pretty face has been given to another, to the village shepherd.’
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Mor’f Elenku
00:57
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Sednalo E Jore
01:48
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George sat at his gate, knitting a colourful sock. A maiden came past and asked him, ‘Who’s that sock for?’
‘For whoever will have me,’ said George.
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Zelnik, Delnik
03:14
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A new bride made a cabbage pie, a Monday cabbage pie. She spiced it with her father- in-law’s coat, her mother-in- law’s socks, her brother-in- law’s cummerbund and her sister-in-law’s shirt. Cabbage pie on a Monday!
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Chereshchitsa
02:45
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A cherry tree in the forest was so laden with fruit that its branches broke. No one could pick the cherries, for a maiden and a young man were standing guard.
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Razvidrila Se’i Planina
04:49
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The mountain cleared and the valley was revealed. Lala, beautiful in her white shirt and scarlet dress, walks through her father’s vineyard to see whether the vines are flowering and bearing fruit.
Photo - Radoslava Leseva
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Byalo Rade
02:11
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White Rada is sweeping her yard, her slender figure swaying, her arms like pale wings. As she sings, pearls flow from her mouth. ‘Beautiful Rada, my daughter, don’t leave your yard, don’t lift your eyes, don’t give your flower away.'
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Goro Le, Goro
03:33
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‘Oh green forest, until this year you were full of shepherds. Today, you are full of freedom fighters.’
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‘Oh speckled nightingale, why do you sing so early? Why do you wake me up, me and my freedom fighters? Under every tree there’s a hero, next to every hero there’s a gun.’
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