The Sword and the Dragon / Ilya Muromets

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This is the comic adaptation of the 1960 movie “The Sword and the Dragon”, which was an altered version of the 1956 movie “Ilya Muromets”. I’ll try to refer to the Russian version as much as I can.

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The Sword and the Dragon

Ēlīās Mūromēnsis

Ἠλίᾱς Μουρομαῖος

This is a tale of long ago, about a distant land beyond the seas, a land of rolling hills, golden lakes and fertile soil..

Fābula hæc prīsca dē locō longinquō et trānsmarīnō est, ubi mollēs erant clīvī, cærulī lacūs, ferācēsque agrī…

Ὅδε ὁ παλαιὸς μῦθός ἐστι περὶ χώρᾱς πόρρω οὔσης πέρᾱν τῆς θαλάσσης, ὅπου ἦσαν ἠρεμαῖα γεώλοφα, γλαυκαὶ λιμναί, πίονές τε ἀγροί..

But hovering over this land like an evil cloud is the face of the ruthless Kalin!

Vērumtamen super locum istum, ut dīra nūbēs, sīc volitat faciēs ferī Cālinī!

Πλὴν ὑπὲρ ταύτης τῆς χώρᾱς, ὡς δυστυχὴς νεφέλη τις, οὕτω περιπέτεται τὸ πρόσωπον τοῦ ἀγρίου Κᾱλίνου.

And Kalin’s tribe, the savage Tugars, ravage the land with fire and sword, pillaging and burning..

Nātiō autem Cālinī, nempe sævī Tūgarī, locum ferrō ignīque vastantur…

Τὸ δὲ Κᾱλίνου γένος, δηλαδὴ οἱ ὠμοὶ Τουγαροί, κᾱ́ουσι καὶ πορθοῦσι τὴν χώρᾱν.

Burn! Destroy in the name of Kalin!

Ūrite! Perdite in nōmine Cālinī!

Καίετε. Ἀπόλλυτε ἐν τῷ ὀνόματι Κᾱλίνου.

The people resist, struggle against their oppressors! But when resistance halts his evil legions, Kalin calls forth his ultimate weapon…

Populus quidem contrā inīquōs resistit et repugnat! Cālinus autem, cum resistentēs iī malōs suōs prædōnēs sustinuerint, ultimum tēlum ēvocat…

Ὁ μὲν λεὼς ἀνθίσταται μαχόμενος τοῖς ἀδικοῦσιν. Κᾱ́λινος δέ, ὅταν οἱ ἀνθιστάμενοι κατάσχωσι· τοὺς κακοὺς αὑτοῦ λῃστᾱ́ς, προκαλεῖ τοὔσχατον ὅπλον…

Release Zuma! Let the fire dragon burn down the city and destroy those who defy me!

Resolvite Gorynychum! Exūrat anguis igneus urbem et perdat eōs quī mē lacessunt!

Ἀναλῡ́σατε Γορύνυχον. Ἐκκαυσάτω ὁ πύρινος ὄφις τὴν πόλιν καὶ ἀπολεσάτω τοὺς ἐρεθίζοντάς με.

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What a fun find! I love how the Latin and Greek versions sit side by side with the English text, it’s a really engaging way to practice reading comprehension in both languages at once. Thanks for sharing this, I’ll definitely be following along with the rest of the story.

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I’ve done the lettering for the Greek version. You should have access. The macrons make it a bit harder with the font I used last time. I can’t really find a good alternative. I tried a new handwritten style font to compare.

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Have you tried this font?

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There is hardly a font I haven’t considered at one point or another. It is really hard to manage density while maintaining readability, let alone aesthetics.

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In the village of Goldonia [Karachárovo], there were many who had suffered at the Tugars’ hands.

In oppidō Caracharovō, multī erant hominēs mala perpessī ā Tūgarīs.

Ἐν τῇ Καραχαρόβῳ κώμῃ, πολλοὶ ἦσαν οἱ κακῶς πεπονθότες ὑπὸ τῶν Τουγαρῶν.

Heaven pity our poor son Ilya! He has the body of a warrior, but his legs are of stone.

Deus misereātur Ēlīæ fīliī nostrī! Quī corpus quidem habet bellātōris, crūra autem lapidea!

Ὁ Θεὸς οἰκτῑρήσαι Ἠλίᾱν τὸν υἱὸν ἡμῶν ἔχοντα τὸ μὲν σῶμα πολεμιστοῦ, τὰ δὲ σκέλη λίθινα.

His legs have been useless since he was wounded fighting the Tugars.

Nam crūra ejus inūtilia sunt ex quō ipse pugnāns cum Tūgarīs vulnerātus est.

Τὰ γὰρ σκέλη αὐτοῦ ἄχρηστά ἐστιν ἐξ οὗ αὐτὸς μαχόμενος τοῖς Τουγαροῖς ἐτραυματίσθη.

Now all he can do is mourn his lost strength and sit there watching his beloved Vilia [Vasilisa]!

Itaque nunc vīrium āmissiōnem mæret sōlum et illīc sedet observāns Basilissam dīlēctam suam.

Νῦν οὖν λῡπεῖται μόνον τὴν ἀποβολὴν τῆς ἰσχύος κᾱ̓κεῖ κάθηται ἐπιτηρῶν Βασίλισσαν τὴν ἀγαπητὴν αὑτοῦ.

Suddenly the dread warning…

The Tugars! The Tugars are coming! Run! Run!

Subitō terrentur…

Tūgarī! Tūgarī veniunt! Fugite! Fugite!

Ἐξαίφνης ἐκπλήττονται…

Οἱ Τουγαροί. Οἱ Τουγαροὶ ἔρχονται. Φεύγετε. Φεύγετε.

Though Vilia tries to defend herself, it is hopeless…

Etsī Basilissa cōnātur sē dēfendere, nihil prōdest…

Καίπερ Βασίλισσα πειρᾶται ἀμῡ́νεσθαι, οὐδὲν ὠφελεῖ…

Ah! Here is a pretty one! She will make a fine gift for our Chief Kalin!

Ō! Ecce fēmina pulchra! Quæ dōnum splendidum ducī nostrō Cālinō fīet!

Ὤ. Ἰδοὺ γυνὴ καλή, ἥπερ γενήσεται δῶρον λαμπρὸν Κᾱλίνῳ τῷ ἄρχοντι ἡμῶν.

Sartak! There is word of a caravan. Prince Vanda’s [Vladimir] tax collector heading for the royal city!

Sartace! Dīcitur plaustra adesse. Pūblicānum prīncipis Vladimīrī iter ad urbem rēgiam facere.

Σαρτακέ. Λέγεται ἁμάξᾱς παρεῖναι. Τὸν τελώνην τοῦ ἡγεμόνος Βλαδιμήρου πορεύεσθαι εἰς τὴν βασιλικὴν πόλιν.

That caravan will be loaded with gold and tribute! After them!

And as the Tugar raiders race away…

Plaustra illa onusta erunt aurō tribūtī! Persequāmur!

Dum autem prædōnēs Tūgarī abeunt…

Ἐκεῖναι αἱ ἅμαξαι πεφορτισμέναι ἔσονται χρῡσῷ τοῦ φόρου. Διώκωμεν.

Τῶν δὲ Τουγαρῶν λῃστῶν ἀπιόντων…

And here I sit with my useless body while those murdering dogs carry off my beloved Vilia!

Ecce, ego quidem inūtilī cum corpore hic sedeō, istī autem pessimī homicīdæ Basilissam auferunt dīlēctam meam.

Ἰδού, ἐγὼ μὲν ἐνταῦθα κάθημαι ἄχρηστον ἔχων σῶμα, οὗτοι δ’ οἱ κάκιστοι φονεῖς Βασίλισσαν ἀποφέρουσι τὴν ἀγαπητήν μου.

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Itaque nunc vīrum āmissiōnem …?! virium?

I’ll leave the rest to others.

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Thank you. I fixed it.

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Is there a translation for this line?

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Sorry I forgot about it

Etsī Basilissa cōnātur sē dēfendere, nihil prōdest…

Καίπερ Βασίλισσα πειρᾶται ἀμῡ́νεσθαι, οὐδὲν ὠφελεῖ…

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The Tugars make short work of the caravan…

Brevī tempore Tūgarī plaustra cōnficiunt…

Ἐν βραχεῖ οἱ μὲν Τουγαροὶ διαπρᾱ́ττουσι τᾱ̀ς ἁμάξᾱς …

Sartak’s horse-hair rope captures the leader of the caravan…

Sartacus autem ducem plaustrōrum fūne equīnō comprehendit…

Σαρτακὸς δὲ σχοίνῳ ἱππείῳ συλλαμβάνει τὸν ἄρχοντα τῶν ἁμαξῶν.

Spare me, sire! Take anything you want in the caravan! Here, accept this silken coat!

Parce mihi, ere! Quidvīs in plaustrīs sūme! Ecce, accipe hanc sēricam tunicam!

Φεῖσαί μου, δέσποτα. Ὅ τι ἐν ταῖς ἁμάξαις βούλει λαβέ. Ἰδού, δέξαι τόνδε τὸν σηρικὸν χιτῶνα.

Your rags mean nothing to me, my blubbering friend!

Pannī tuī nihil mihi valent, ō lacrimābunde homō!

Τὰ σὰ ῥάκη οὐδέν μοι δύναται, ὦ δακρυόεις ἄνθρωπε.

Listen! I am the king’s tax collector! Give me my life and I’ll do anything you wish! Anything!

Audī. Pūblicānus rēgis sum! Sine mē vīvere et quidvīs tibi faciam! Quidque vīs!

Ἄκουε. Ὁ τοῦ βασιλέως τελώνης εἰμί. Ἔᾱσόν με ζῆν καὶ ὅ τι βούλει ποιήσω. Ὁτιοῦν βούλει.

Anything I wish, eh! Listen well, son of misery!

Quidque volō, ais? Audī, miserrime!

Ὁτιοῦν βούλομαι, φῄς; Ἄκουε, ᾱ̓θλιώτατε.

You will return to your master, prince Varda! But you will act as spy for us! If the prince sends his soldiers out of the city, you will send a signal to our chief Kalin!

Redībis quidem ad dominum tuum prīncipem Vladimīrum! Explōrābis autem prō nōbīs!

Sī enim prīnceps mīlitēs ex urbe ēmīserit, hoc ducī nostrō Cālinō significābis!

Ἐπανεῖ μὲν ὡς τὸν κῡ́ριόν σου τὸν ἡγεμόνα Βλαδίμηρον. Κατασκέψει δ’ ὑπὲρ ἡμῶν. Ἐὰν γὰρ ὁ ἡγεμὼν ἐκπέμψῃ τοὺς στρατιώτᾱς ἐκ τῆς πόλεως, τοῦτο σημανεῖς τῷ ἄρχοντι ἡμῶν Κᾱλίνῳ.

The silken cloak will be the sign! Float it down-river in a cask! I shall be waiting for your signal!

Do not fear, Sartak! I will serve you well!

Tunica sērica estō signum! Dēfluat in arculā secundō flūmine! Ego autem signum tuum expectābō!

Nōlī timēre, Sartace! Tibi dēserviam!

Ὁ σηρικὸς χιτὼν ἔστω σημεῖον. Καταρρείτω ἐν κῑβωτίῳ κατὰ τὸν ποταμόν. Ἐγὼ δὲ τὸ σημεῖόν σου προσδοκήσω.

Μὴ φοβοῦ, Σαρτακέ. Χρηστὰ ὑπουργήσω σοι.

If you fail us, miserable one, we will seek you out! And you will die like a dog!

I will not fail, Sartak!

Sī nōs fefelleris, ō īnfēlīx, nōs tē requīrēmus. Tū autem malā cruce periēs!

Nōn tē fallam, Sartace!

Ἐὰν ἀπατήσῃς ἡμᾶς, ὦ κακόδαιμον, ἡμεῖς μὲν ἀναζητήσομέν σε. Σὺ δ’ εἰς κόρακας ἀποφθερεῖς.

Οὐ μὴ ἀπατήσω σε, Σαρτακέ.

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Yes, this was a time of evil men. But it was a time of giants, too–Mighty warriors like Invinsor [Svyatogor] whose magic sword defends the weak and helpless and fights in the cause of justice..

Scelestōrum quidem hominum ætās, sed et gigantum, fortium bellātōrum inter quōs Sviatogōr, cujus gladius magicus imbēcillēs dēbilēsque dēfendendō jūstitiæ causā pugnat!

Πονηρῶν μὲν ἀνρθώπων γενεᾱ́, ἀλλὰ καὶ γιγάντων, ἰσχῡρῶν πολεμιστῶν ἐν οἷς Σβιατόγωρ, οὗ τὸ μαγικὸν ξίφος ἄμῡνον τοῖς τε ἀσθενέσι καὶ τοῖς ἀρρωστοῖς δικαιοσύνης ἕνεκα μάχεται.

But now, after long years of fighting, Invisor grows weary. His tasks are done, his strength at an end…

Nunc autem cum multōs annōs pugnāsset, fatīgātur Sviatogōr. Nam opera ejus perfecta sunt, vīrēs ad fīnem perductæ…

Νῦν δὲ πολλὰ ἔτη μαχεσάμενος κάμνει ὁ Σβιατόγωρ. Τὰ μὲν γὰρ ἔργα αὐτοῦ πεποίηται, ἡ δ’ ἰσχὺς τελευτᾷ…

A band of wandering pilgrims witnesses Invinsor’s last moments..

Peregrīnātōrēs ūnā vagantēs suprēmam Sviatogoris hōram cōnspiciunt…

Ἀπόδημοί τινες ἅμα πλανώμενοι τὴν ἐσχάτην Σβιατόγορος συνορῶσιν ὥρᾱν…

Here, good pilgrims, take my sword–and in your wandering, seek out a man of stout heart, strong arms, and brave spirit!

Ecce, meī hominēs, accipite gladium meum atque vagandō quærite virum audācem et strēnuum et fortem!

Ἰδού, ὦ 'γαθοί, λάβετε τὸ ξίφος μου καὶ πλανώμενοι ζητεῖτε ἄνδρα τολμηρόν, ἰσχῡρόν τε καὶ ἀγαθόν.

And when you find this valiant warrior, give him my magic sword–that he may protect our land and people against their enemies.

Et cum hujuscemodī bellatōrem invēneritis, date eī magicum gladium meum ut terram nostram populumque ab hostibus tueātur.

Καὶ ἐπὴν τοιοῦτον τὸν πολεμιστὴν εὕρητε, δότε αὐτῷ τὸ μαγικὸν ξίφος μου, ἵνα τήν τε χώρᾱν ἡμῶν καὶ τὸ ἔθνος ἀπὸ τῶν πολεμίων φυλάττῃ.

It will be done, mighty Invisor!

And then, before their startled eyes…

Hoc agimus, optime Sviatogor!

Deinde, mīrantibus illīs..

Ταῦτʼ, ὦ κράτιστε Σβιατόγορ.

Ἔπειτα δέ, θαυμαζόντων ἐκείνων…

Look! Invinsor and his steed! They have turned to stone!

And now his legend will live for all time!

Aspicite! Sviatogōr et equus ejus lapis factī sunt!

Nunc vērō fāma ejus in æternum vīvet!

Βλέπετε. Σβιατόγωρ καὶ ὁ ἵππος αὐτοῦ γεγόνᾱσι λίθος.

Νῦν δὴ ἡ φήμη αὐτοῦ δι’ αἰῶνος ζήσεται.

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For long days the pilgrims wandered across the ravaged land…

Multōs diēs peregrīnātōrēs per terram vastātam vagāvērunt…

Πολλᾱ̀ς ἡμέρᾱς οἱ ἀπόδημοι ἐπλανήσαντο διὰ τῆς ἀναστάτου χώρᾱς…

Good grandfather, I am weary! This sword grows heavy on my shoulder!

Cāre ave, fessus sum! Gladius iste humerum meum gravat!

Φίλε πάππε, κάμνω. Τοῦτο τὸ ξίφος βαρύνει τὸν ὦμόν μου.

Patience, my son! We will rest when we find the one we seek!

Sustinē, fīlī! Requiēscēmus cum quem quærimus invēnerimus!

Ἀνέχου, τέκνον. Ἀναπαυσόμεθα ὅταν εὕρωμεν τὸν ζητούμενον.

And then, one morning in the village of Goldonia…

Tum autem, māne in oppidō Caracharovō…

Τότε δέ, πρωῒ ἐν τῇ Καραχαρόβῳ κώμῃ…

Good morning, friend! We are weary travelers! Could you give us some water?

Salvē, amīce! Viātōrēs sumus fatīgātī! Dabisne nōbīs aquam?

Χαῖρε, φίλε. Ὁδοιπόροι ἐσμὲν ἀπειρηκότες. Ἆρ’ ἂν δοίης ῡ̔μῖν ὕδωρ;

I’d serve you gladly, but I cannot move from this chair! Come in and drink your fill!

Libenter vōbīs eam apponerem, sed nequeō dē sellā surgere. Ingrediminī et affatim bibite!

Ἀσμένως παρέφερον ἂν ῡ̔μῖν αὐτό, ἀλλ’ ἀδύνατός εἰμί ἀπὸ τῆς ἕδρᾱς ἀναστῆναι. Εἰσελθόντες οὖν δαψιλῶς πῑ́νετε.

Ilya Maromets is my name! Tell me, good pilgrims, what new evils and wrongs have you seen as you traveled our beloved land?

Ēlīās Mūromēnsis mihi nōmen! Dīcite mihi, mī hominēs, quæ mala et iniqua nova vīdistīs,

iter per cāram terram nostram facientēs?

Ἠλίᾱς Μουρομαῖος ἐμοί γʼ ὄνομα. Εἴπετέ μοι, ὦ 'γαθοί, τίνα κακὰ καὶ ἄδικα νέα εἴδετε πορευόμενοι διὰ τῆς φίλης χώρᾱς ἡμῶν;

Everywhere the cursed Tugars plunder, rob and kill!

Ubīque nefāriī Tūgarī agunt, ferunt, interficiunt!

Πανταχοῦ οἱ κατάρᾱτοι Τουγαροὶ ἄγουσι καὶ φέρουσι καὶ ἀποκτείνουσι.

Oh, if I only had my strength again! I could help defend my country in her hour of need!

Ō, utinam iterum valērem! Patriæ quæ in discrīmine est succurrerem!

Ὤ, εἴθε πάλιν ἴσχῡον. Ἐβοήθουν ἂν τῇ πατρίδι ἐν κινδῡ́νῳ οὔσῃ.

Good friend, you have treated us kindly! I give you this gift in return! This dew from the magic grass..

Bone vir, amīcē nōs habuistī! Prō quō dōnum hoc tibi reddō! Rōs ab herbā magicā hic…

Ὦ ἀγαθέ, φιλικῶς ἔσχηκας πρὸς ἡμᾶς. Ἀνθ’ οὗ ἀποδίδωμί σοι τόδε τὸ δῶρον. Ἥδε ἡ δρόσος ἡ ἁπὸ τῆς μαγικῆς πόᾱς…

This precious liquid will restore your strength! Drink Ilya! Drink and pray!

Pōtiō pretiōsa hæc tē cōnfirmābit! Bibe, Ēlīā. Bibe precāns!

Ἥδε ἡ τῑμίᾱ πόσις ἀναρρώσει σε. Πῖνε,Ἠλίᾱ. Πῖνε προσευχόμενος.

Dost thou feel strength returning?

Yes! Yes! even now the power is returning to my limbs!

Sentīsne vīrēs redeuntēs?

Sentiō! Jam jam potentia in artūs redit!

Ἆρʼ αἰσθάνει τὴν ἰσχὺν ἐπανερχομένην;

Αἰσθάνομαι. Νῦν ἤδη ἡ δύναμις ἐπανέρχεται εἰς τὰ ἄρθρα.