“A Tale of the House of Tyra” in brief
There was much in the world of princes, all-powerful and cruel, but all were surpassed by the descendant of the ancient clan Prince Kimori Tayra, the ruler of the monk from Rokuhara’s estate, about his deeds, his rumor goes such that it is really impossible to describe in words. Six generations of the house of Tyra served as rulers in various lands, but none of them was honored to appear at court. Kimori’s father Tyra Tadamori became famous for erecting a temple of Longevity, in which he placed a thousand and one sculpture of the Buddha, and this temple was so much appreciated by all that the sovereign joyfully granted Tadamori the right to come to court. Only was going to Tadamori to introduce himself to the sovereign, as court envious persons decided to attack an uninvited guest. Tadamori, having known about this, took his sword to the palace, which terrified the adversaries, although the palace should have been unarmed. When all the guests had gathered, he slowly drew
The son of Tadamori, Kiemori, gloriously fought for the emperor and punished the rebels, he received court duties and finally the rank of chief minister and the right to enter the forbidden imperial city in an ox carriage. The law said that the chief minister is the mentor of the emperor, an example to the whole state, he rules the country. They say that all this happened thanks to the good will of God Kumano. Kiemori rode somehow by sea on a pilgrimage, and suddenly a huge sea pike-perch jumped himself into his rook. One monk said that this is the sign of the god Kumano and should be prepared and eat this fish, which was done, since then the happiness in everything smiled Kiemori. He gained unprecedented power, and all because the ruler-monk Kimori Tayra gathered three hundred adolescents and took to his service. They cut their hair into a circle, made a “kaburo” hairstyle and put on red jackets. Day and night they wandered the streets and sought out sedition in the city, they would just see or hear that someone was browing Tyra’s house, immediately shouting at the man and dragging him to Rokuhara’s estate. Everywhere went the cabaret without demand, before them even the horses themselves turned off the road.
The whole family of Taira prospered. It seemed that those who do not belong to the genus Tyra, are unworthy of being called people. Daughters Kiemori also flourished, one – the wife of the emperor, the other – the wife of the regent, the teacher of the infant-emperor. How many of them had estates, lands, bright outfits, servants and Chelyadins! Of the sixty-six Japanese provinces, they owned thirty. The Tyra – Rokuhara Manor was superior to any imperial court in luxury and splendor. Gold, jasper, satin, precious stones, noble horses, decorated carriages, are always lively and crowded.
On the day of the majority of Emperor Takakura, when he went to the house of his august parents for the celebration, several strange incidents happened: at the height of the prayers three pigeons flew off and in the branches of the orange tree they started a fight and pecked each other to death. “Troubles are approaching,” said knowledgeable people. And in the great cryptomery, in the hollow of which the altar was arranged, lightning struck, and a fire broke out. And all because everything in the world happened at the discretion of the house of Tyra, and the gods opposed it. Against Thyra, the monks of the holy mountain Hiei rose up, as Tyra inflicted undeserved resentment on them. Once the emperor said: “Three things are beyond my control: the waters of the Kamo River, dice and monks of Mount Hiii.” The monks collected many blackies, novices and servants from Shinto temples and rushed to the imperial palace. They were sent to meet two troops – Tyra and Esifus Minamoto. Minamoto behaved wisely and managed to persuade rebellious monks, he was a famous warrior and a fine poet. Then the monks rushed to the army of Tyra, and many died under their sacrilegious arrows. Groans and wails rose to the very sky, throwing arks, the monks ran back.
The rector of the monastery of Mount Hiei, a venerable holy man, was driven from the capital far, to the edge of Izu. The oracle of the mountain was announced by the mouth of one youth that he would leave these places if such an evil deed was accomplished: no one in history had dared to encroach upon the rector of Mount Hiii. Then the monks rushed to the capital and repulsed the rector by force. The ruler-monk Kimori Tayra was enraged, and many were seized and ruined by his order, servants of the sovereign, noble dignitaries. But this seemed to him little, he dressed in a black brocade caftan, a tight black shell, picked up a famous halberd. This halberd went to him in an unusual way. Once he spent the night in the temple, and dreamed that the goddess gave him a short halberd. But it was not a dream: when he woke up, he saw that a halberd was lying next to him. With this halberd he went to his son, reasonable Shigamori, and said that the conspiracy was arranged by the sovereign, and therefore should be imprisoned in a remote farmstead. But Shigamori replied that, apparently, the end of his, Kimori, comes to a happy fate, since he intended to sow discord in the country of Japan, forgetting about the covenants of the Buddha and about the Five Constitutions-philanthropy, duty, rituals, wisdom and faithfulness. He urged him to change his armor to the monk’s proper cassock. Shigamori was afraid to break his debt to the monarch and filial duty and therefore asked his father to cut off his head. And Kiemori retreated, and the Emperor said that Shigamori was not the first time to show the greatness of the soul. But many dignitaries were exiled to exile to the Demons and other horrible places. Other sovereign princes began to resent the power and cruelty of Tyra. All ranks and posts at the court were received only by dignitaries of this kind, but to other dignitaries, soldiers there was only one way – in monks, and their chelyadins, servants and members of the household waited an unenviable fate. Many of the faithful servants of the Emperor perished, anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. the soldiers were only one way – into the monks, and their chelyadins, servants and households awaited an unenviable fate. Many of the faithful servants of the Emperor perished, anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. the soldiers were only one way – into the monks, and their chelyadins, servants and households awaited an unenviable fate. Many of the faithful servants of the Emperor perished, anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. servants and household members awaited an unenviable fate. Many of the faithful servants of the Emperor perished, anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. servants and household members awaited an unenviable fate. Many of the faithful servants of the Emperor perished, anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. anger persistently tormented his soul. The Sovereign was grim. And the ruler-monk Kimori was suspicious of the sovereign. And then the daughter of Kimori, the wife of Emperor Takakura, was to be released from the burden, but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens. but fell seriously ill, and the birth was difficult. Everyone in the palace in awe prayed, Kimori dismissed the exiles and offered prayers, but nothing helped, the daughter only weakened. Then the king came to help Go-Shirakawa, he began to pronounce incantations before the curtain, behind which lay the empress, and immediately her torment ended and the boy-prince was born. And the troubled ruler-monk Kiemori rejoiced, although the appearance of the Prince was accompanied by bad omens.
In the fifth moon, a terrible tornado flew to the capital. Sweeping away everything in its path, the tornado overturned heavy gates, beams, crossbeams, columns alternately rotated in the air. The Emperor realized that the disaster had happened for a reason, and ordered the monks to ask the oracle, and he announced: “The country is in danger, the teaching of the Buddha will wither, the authority of sovereigns will fall into decay, and there will come an endless bloody turmoil.”
Shigamori went to the pilgrimage, heard a gloomy prediction, and on the way he rode on a horse into the river, and his white clothes from the water darkened and became like mourning. Soon he fell ill and, having accepted a monastic order, died, mourned by all his relatives. Many lamented his early death: “Our little Japan is too tight for such a high spirit,” And it was also said that he alone could mitigate the brutality of Kimori Tyr and only because of him the country was in peace. What troubles will begin? What will happen? Before his death, Shigamori, seeing a prophetic dream about the death of Tyra’s house, passed the mourning sword to his brother Coramori and ordered him to wear it at the funeral of Kiemori, because he foresaw the death of his kind.
After the death of Shigamori Kiemori, in anger, he planned to further strengthen his and so unlimited power. He at once took away the posts of the noblest nobles of the state, ordering them to remain in their homesteads without leaving, and others to go into exile. One of them, the former chief minister, a skilful musician and lover of the elegant, was exiled to the far side of Tosa, but he decided that it was not the same for a man of refinement where to admire the moon, and was not very upset. The villagers, although they listened to his playing and singing, could not appreciate their perfection, but the god of the local church listened to him, and when he played “The fragrant breeze”, a fragrance swelled in the air, and when he sang the hymn “I beg you, forgive me of sin. .. “, then the walls of the temple shuddered.
In the end, and the sovereign Guo-Shirakawa was sent into exile, which plunged his son Emperor Takakura into a great grief. Then he was removed from the throne and enthroned by the grandson of Kimori, a young prince. So Kimori became the grandfather of the emperor, his manor became even more luxurious, and his samurai parted in even more magnificent dresses.
At this time in the capital quietly and imperceptibly lived the second-oldest son of the sovereign of Go-Shirakawa – Motihito, he was a fine calligrapher and possessed many talents and was worthy to occupy the throne. He composed poems, played the flute, and his life passed in dull solitude. He was visited by Yerimas Minamoto, an important courtier who accepted the order, and persuaded him to raise the uprising, to overthrow the house of Tyra and occupy the throne, and many vassals and supporters of Minamoto will join him. In addition, one predictor read Motihito’s brow, that he was destined to sit on the throne. Then Prince Motihito appealed with an appeal to the supporters of Minamoto to unite, but Kimori learned about this, and the prince had to flee from the capital in a women’s dress urgently to the monks of the monastery of Miyder. The monks did not know what to do: very strong were Taira, Twenty years across the country are submissively bent before them grass and trees, and the star Minamoto in the meantime died away. They decided to collect all the forces and hit the Rokuhara manor, but first they strengthened their monastery, built palisades, erected walls, dug trenches. Warriors in Rokuhara were more than ten thousand, and monks no more than a thousand. The monks of the Holy Mountain refused to follow the prince. Then the prince with a thousand of his companions went to the city of Naru, and the soldiers of Tyra started off after them. On the bridge across the river, which broke off under the weight of the horsemen, the first battle between Tyra and Minamoto broke out. A lot of Taira warriors perished in the waves of the river, but Minamoto’s people were drowned in stormy spring waves, both foot and riders. In multi-colored shells – red, scarlet, light green – they sank, then floated up, then again disappeared under the water, like red maple leaves, when the breath of the autumn storm tears them off and carries them to the river, Both the prince and Yerimas Minamoto, killed by the arrows of the mighty Taira warriors, died in the battle. In addition, Taira decided to teach monks the monastery of Miyder and severely dealt with them, and burned the monastery. People said that Tyra’s atrocities had reached their limit, they considered how many nobles, courtiers, monks he had exiled, ruined. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. Killed in the battle and the prince, and Yerimas Minamoto, slain by the arrows of the mighty warriors of Tyra. In addition, Taira decided to teach monks the monastery of Miyder and severely dealt with them, and burned the monastery. People said that Tyra’s atrocities had reached their limit, they considered how many nobles, courtiers, monks he had exiled, ruined. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. Killed in the battle and the prince, and Yerimas Minamoto, slain by the arrows of the mighty warriors of Tyra. In addition, Taira decided to teach monks the monastery of Miyder and severely dealt with them, and burned the monastery. People said that Tyra’s atrocities had reached their limit, they considered how many nobles, courtiers, monks he had exiled, ruined. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. In addition, Taira decided to teach monks the monastery of Miyder and severely dealt with them, and burned the monastery. People said that Tyra’s atrocities had reached their limit, they considered how many nobles, courtiers, monks he had exiled, ruined. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. In addition, Taira decided to teach monks the monastery of Miyder and severely dealt with them, and burned the monastery. People said that Tyra’s atrocities had reached their limit, they considered how many nobles, courtiers, monks he had exiled, ruined. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights. Yes, even moved the capital to a new place, which brought untold human suffering, because the old capital was a miracle as good. But there was no one to argue with Kimori: after all, the new sovereign was only three years old. The old capital has already been abandoned, everything in it has come to desolation, has grown with grass, died out, and in a new life it is not arranged yet… They began to build a new palace, and the inhabitants rushed to new places in Fukuhara, famous for the beauty of moonlit nights.
In the new palace Kiemori dreamed bad dreams: he saw the mountains of skulls under the windows of the palace, and, as luck would have it, the short halberd, presented to him by the goddess, disappeared, it seems that the greatness of Tyra is nearing its end. Meanwhile, Eritomo Minamoto, who was in exile, began to gather strength. Minamoto’s supporters said that in the house of Tyra, only the late Shigamori was a strong spirit, noble and intelligent in his vastness. Now they do not find anyone who is worthy to rule the country. We can not waste time, we must raise a rebellion against Tyra. It is not for nothing that it is said: “By rejecting the gifts of Heaven, you will incur their wrath upon them.” Eritomo Minamoto hesitated and hesitated: afraid of a terrible fate in case of defeat. But the disgraced sovereign Guo-Shirakawa supported his undertakings with the highest decree, which ordered him to start a battle with Tyra.
In the new capital, Fukuhara, Taira was preparing for a battle with Minamoto. Cavaliers said goodbye to the ladies who regretted their departure, the couple exchanged elegant poems. The commander of Tyra – Koramori, son of Shigamori, was twenty-three years old. The painter’s brush is powerless to convey the beauty of his appearance and the magnificence of his armor! His horse was gray in apples. He rode in a lacquered black saddle – over gold lacquer gold sequins. Behind him, the army of Tyra – helmets, shells, bows and arrows, swords, saddles and horse harness – all sparkled and sparkled. It was a truly magnificent sight. Warriors, leaving the capital, gave three vows: forget your house, forget about your wife and children, forget about your own life.
Behind Yeritomo stood several hundred thousand soldiers from the Eight Eastern Lands. The inhabitants of the plain of the Fuji River fled in fear, leaving their homes. Worried birds flew from their homes. Warriors Minamoto issued a three-time battle cry, so that the earth and the sky shuddered. And the soldiers of Tyra fled in fear, so that there was not a single person left in their camp.
Yeritomo said: “In this victory there is no my merit, this great bodhisattva Hachiman has revealed to us this victory.”
Kimori Taira was furious when Coramori returned to the new capital. It was decided not to return to a new place, because Fukuhara did not bring happiness to Tyra. Now everyone in an insane hurry settled the old, ruined houses. Tyra, though afraid of the monks of the Holy Mountain, set out to burn the old monasteries of the sacred city of Nara, the hotbeds of the rebellion. The sacred temples were defeated, the golden statues of the Buddhas plunged into dust. For a long time the souls of the people plunged into sorrow! Many monks took death from fire.
The military unrest in the eastern lands did not cease, the monasteries and temples in the old capital died, the former emperor Takakura died, and with the smoke of the funeral pyre ascended to Heaven like a spring mist. The Emperor had a special passion for crimson autumn leaves and for whole days was ready to admire the beautiful spectacle. It was a wise ruler, who appeared in our bad time. But, alas, the world of man is so organized. In the meantime, the scion of Minamoto’s house appeared – the young Yoshikata. He tried to end the reign of Tyra. Soon because of the atrocities of Taira, all the east and north separated from it. Tyra ordered all his companions to come out to the pacification of the east and the north. But then the ruler-monk Kimori Tayra fell seriously ill, the terrible heat overwhelmed him; when it was watered, she hissed and evaporated. Those jets that did not touch the body were blazing with fire, everything was covered with dark smoke, the flame whirled up to the sky. The wife hardly could come nearer to Kiemori, overcoming an unbearable heat, proceeding from it. At last he passed away and set out on the last road to the Mount of Death and the River of Three Roads, into the underworld, from which there is no return. Kiyomori was mighty and powerful, but he suddenly turned to dust.
Sovereign Go-Shirakawa returned to the capital, began to rebuild the temples and monasteries of the city of Nara. At this time, Minamoto with the minions came up to the capital district with battles. It was decided to send them across the troops of Tyra. They managed to defeat Minamoto’s advanced detachments, but it became clear that Tyra’s eternal happiness had changed them. In the middle of the night a terrible whirlwind struck, rain poured in, a thunderous voice rang out from behind the clouds: “The henchmen of the villain Tyra, throw the weapon, there will be no victory for you!” But the warriors of Tyra persisted. Meanwhile, the troops of Yeritomo and Yesinak joined forces, and Minamoto became twice as strong. But also to Taira hurried from all sides clouds of samurai, and more than one hundred thousand were typed. The troops of Tyra and Minamoto did not meet on a wide plain, but Minamoto, inferior to the Tyra number, cunningly lured them into the mountains. Both troops came face to face. The sun was coming to an end, and pushed Minamoto’s enemy back to the great abyss of Kurikar. The voices of forty thousand horsemen were heard, and the mountains fell apart from their screams. Tyra was trapped, seventy thousand horsemen collapsed into the abyss, and all were lost.
But Tyra managed to assemble a new army and, giving a breather to the people and horses, began a military camp in the town of Sinohara, which is in the north. They fought long with Minamoto’s army, many warriors from both sides fell in battle, but at last Minamoto with great difficulty took the upper hand, and Tyra fled from the battlefield. Only one stately hero continued to fight and after a fierce battle with the heroes Minamoto lost and was killed. It turned out that the faithful elder Sanemori, a holy man of life, painted his head black and went out to fight for his suzerain. The warriors of Minamoto bowed respectfully to the noble enemy. In total, over one hundred thousand soldiers of the Tyra came out in orderly rows from the capital, and only twenty thousand returned.
But Minamoto was not asleep, and soon a large army appeared to the northern limit of the capital. “They teamed up with the monks and are about to descend into the capital,” said the frightened inhabitants of Rokuhara manor. They wanted to hide somewhere, but in Japan they no longer had a place for them, they had nowhere to find peace and peace. Then Koramori came from the Rokuhara manor to meet the enemy, and the estate itself was betrayed to the fire, and not by her alone: more than twenty estates of their vassals with palaces and gardens and more than five thousand dwellings of ordinary people burned themselves leaving. The wife of Koramori, his children and servants cried. Tsunemasa, the butler of the Empress, saying goodbye to her teacher, rector of the temple of Good and Peace, exchanged farewell poems with him. “O mountain cherry! / Sadly your bloom – / a little earlier, a little later / destined to part with flowers / all trees,
And the answer was this: “For a long time, at night, I put my sleeve on the headboard / wondering how far the wanderer’s road will lead…”
Separation is always sad, what do people feel when they part for ever? As usual, on the way, the head of the herbs is thoroughly damp from moisture, – who will say whether dew was or tears? The emperor left his quarters and went to the sea, the princes and princesses hid in the mountain temples, Tyra had already fled, and Minamoto had not yet arrived: the capital was empty. Taira settled far in the south, on the island, in the city of Tsukushi, there was also the residence of a minor emperor, the grandson of Kimori, but from there they also had to flee, for they were overrun by Minamoto. They ran through the stony spurs of the mountains, along the sandy plain, and scarlet drops fell from the injured legs to the sand. Son of Shigamori, a gentleman with a gentle soul, a moonlit night long consoled by singing poetry, playing the flute, and then, having prayed to the Buddha, threw himself into the sea.
Sovereign Go-Shirakawa granted Yeritomo the title of shogun, the great commander, the conqueror of the barbarians. But it was not he who settled in the capital, but the sea. His wife was waiting for letters for a long time, after learning the truth, fell down dead. Prince Eritomo in Kamakura, hearing this message, regretted the glorious warrior, even though the enemy.
And then in the capital came the ascension to the throne of the new emperor, and for the first time in history without the sacred regalia – the sword, the mirror and the jasper. Taira continued to undertake small forays by the forces of five hundred thousand soldiers. But these trips brought only ruin to the treasury and misfortune to the people. The gods rejected the family of Tyra, the sovereign himself turned away from them, leaving the capital, they turned into wanderers, wandering at will of waves into the sea. But it was not possible to finish them, and Yoshitsune Minamoto decided not to return to the capital until he completely destroyed all the Taira and drove them to the island of Demons, to China and to India. He equipped the ships and, with a strong tailwind, went to the island where Tyra became strong and from where they made their raids. All night long they rushed along the waves, not lighting the lights. Arriving in the city of Tyra – Tsukushi, they attacked them at the low tide, when the water reached only knights grandmothers, it was impossible to run along the sea on ships – the water was too low. Many died then Samurai Taira. The ornate rook appeared on the sea, and in it a beautiful girl in a brilliant outfit with a fan. She showed signs that she had to hit the fan with an arrow. The rook danced on the waves far from the shore, and it was very difficult to get into the fan. One well-aimed shooter, Minamoto’s vassal, rode the horse far into the sea, aimed and prayed to the god Hachiman, fired an arrow. It flew with a buzz over the sea, and its sound was heard over the whole bay. An arrow shot into the scarlet fan with a gold rim, and he fluttered up into the air and fell into the blue waves. With excitement, this was looked at from the distant ships of the Tyra, and from the land – by the warriors of Minamoto. Victory went to Minamoto, and Tyra either perished in battle, or rushed to sea,
Again, the house of Tyra was able to rise from the ruins, gather troops and fight in the Gulf of Dunnoor. Minamoto had more than three thousand ships, Taira had a thousand. The sea currents raged in the strait, the ships carried away the current, the gods woke from above the cries of warriors, from below the inhabitants of the depths-dragons. The ships collided, and the samurai, exposing their swords, tore at the enemies, chopped left and right. It seemed that Tyra would win, their arrows flew by an avalanche, hitting enemies. But the warriors of Minamoto jumped on the ships of Taira, the pilots and oarsmen, killed, lay on the bottom. On one ship was a young emperor, the grandson of Kimori Taira, a boy of eight, beautiful, the radiance of his beauty lit up everything around him. With him – his mother, the widow of the deceased sovereign, she prepared herself for death. The emperor folded the lovely little hands together, bowed to the rising, read the prayer. He burst into tears, but his mother, to console her, said to him: “There, at the bottom, we will find another capital.” And immersed with him in the sea waves, tied around the belt, the imperial sword. O sorrowful, sorrowful fate! Scarlet banners swam along the crimson waves, like the maple leaves in the autumnal rivers, the empty ships rushed along the sea. Many samurai fell into captivity, died, drowned. The unfortunate spring of the ill-fated year, when the Emperor himself sank to the bottom of the sea. The sacred mirror, which the emperors inherited from the very goddess of the sun Amaterasu, and the precious jasper returned to the capital, the sword drowned in the sea and perished irrevocably. The sword has become forever the property of the Dragon God in the bottomless sea depths. imperial sword. O sorrowful, sorrowful fate! Scarlet banners swam along the crimson waves, like the maple leaves in the autumnal rivers, the empty ships rushed along the sea. Many samurai fell into captivity, died, drowned. The unfortunate spring of the ill-fated year, when the Emperor himself sank to the bottom of the sea. The sacred mirror, which the emperors inherited from the very goddess of the sun Amaterasu, and the precious jasper returned to the capital, the sword drowned in the sea and perished irrevocably. The sword has become forever the property of the Dragon God in the bottomless sea depths. imperial sword. O sorrowful, sorrowful fate! Scarlet banners swam along the crimson waves, like the maple leaves in the autumnal rivers, the empty ships rushed along the sea. Many samurai fell into captivity, died, drowned. The unfortunate spring of the ill-fated year, when the Emperor himself sank to the bottom of the sea. The sacred mirror, which the emperors inherited from the very goddess of the sun Amaterasu, and the precious jasper returned to the capital, the sword drowned in the sea and perished irrevocably. The sword has become forever the property of the Dragon God in the bottomless sea depths. received by the emperors from the very goddess of the sun Amaterasu, and the precious jasper returned to the capital, the sword drowned in the sea and perished irrevocably. The sword has become forever the property of the Dragon God in the bottomless sea depths. received by the emperors from the very goddess of the sun Amaterasu, and the precious jasper returned to the capital, the sword drowned in the sea and perished irrevocably. The sword has become forever the property of the Dragon God in the bottomless sea depths.
The captives of Tyra arrived in the capital. They were driven through the streets in carriages, in white mourning attire. Notable dignitaries, glorious warriors have changed beyond recognition, they sat with their heads down, indulging in despair. People have not forgotten how they prospered, and now, at the sight of such a miserable state of those who so recently inspired everyone with fear and awe, everyone involuntarily thought: is it not a dream they dream about? There was not a single person who did not wipe the tears off his sleeve, even the simple people, who were rude in heart, cried. A lot of people in the crowd stood with their head down, covering their faces with their hands. Just three years ago these people, brilliant courtiers, rode the streets, accompanied by hundreds of servants, shone with magnificent robes, the shining of their outfits seemed to eclipse the sun!
Father and son, both brave samurai Taira, rode in these carriages, they were taken to a distant estate, both of them lay heavily on their hearts. They were silent, did not touch food, only they shed tears. Night fell, they lay beside him, and father carefully covered his son with the wide sleeve of his caftan. The guards saw this and said: “Father’s love is stronger than anything in the world, whether it’s a commoner or a nobleman.” And the stern warriors shed tears. Eritomo Minamoto received the second court rank – a great honor, and the sacred mirror was placed in the Imperial Palace. The house of Tyra has disappeared, the main generals were executed, peaceful life came into its own.
But the gossip in Kamakura began: the vassals reported to Yeritomo that Yoshitsune’s younger brother reads himself into his place and attributes to himself the glory of the victory over Tyra. And then a great earthquake happened: all buildings collapsed, and the imperial palace, and the shrines of the Japanese gods, and the Buddhist temples, manors of nobles and commoners’ huts. The sky faded, the earth opened. The sovereign himself and the vassals froze in fear and offered prayers. People with a heart and with conscience said that the young emperor left the capital and plunged into the sea, ministers and nobles shame the streets and then executed, their heads hung out at the gates of the dungeon. From ancient times to our days, the wrath of dead spirits was menacing. What will happen to us now?
But Yeritomo hated his brother and listened to the vassals of the vassals, although he swore to Yoshitsune in loyalty, and he had to flee. O mournful our world, where the flowering is replaced by withering as quickly as the evening comes to replace the morning! And all these troubles happened only because the ruler-monk Kimori Tayra in the whole of the Celestial Empire in the middle of the four seas squeezed in his right hand, above himself – he was not afraid even of the sovereign himself, below himself – he did not care about the people, executed, exiled, , was not ashamed of either people or white light. And the truth appeared here: “For the sins of the fathers – retribution for the children!”
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