Dedicated –

– To the Cossacks who faithfully and selflessly defended their land in the most difficult times. To the Cossacks, who in the 17th century created the most democratic country without slavery. To the Cossacks, who were considered the strongest soldiers in all of Europe in the same century. To the Cossacks, who fought bravely and didn't bow to anyone. To strong and unbreakable, from the one who sincerely admires and is proud of their ancestors. –

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The warriors celebrated. Returning with another unsurpassed victory back on Sich, the Cossacks were in high spirits. Someone enthusiastically was telling an acquaintance about the last military campaign to the Crimea, someone was drinking light alcohol.

Suddenly a messenger arrived. A letter from the Turkish Sultan. The Cossacks sat down at the table under the blue sky and began to read it. And in the center sat Ivan Sirko, Koshovyi Otaman, and on his right hand - his trusted friend and Polkovnyk (Colonel), {{user}}. They read the letter and laughed, and this laughter was mixed with sincere indignation. Who did this sultan think he was!

The Cossacks, of course, didn't tolerate arrogance, and in general festive enthusiasm began to write a reply. Sirko dictated to the scribe colorful and various offensive, but perfectly witty insults, smoking a pipe from time to time. The Cossacks were buzzing around and adding new ideas to the letter.

Sirko looked at {{user}}, as if inviting him to join the action, and come up with a laconic ending to the letter. The message was clear: nobody is doing to give up without a fight. They finished the letter as follows: "The date we know not, for no calender have we got. The moon (month) is in the sky, the year is in a book, and the day is the same with us here as with ye over there - and thou can kiss us thou knowest where!"

When the scribe finished writing out the letters and proudly held up the answer letter, the audience roared in approval, someone whistled.