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About the Basque Ganis and the Spanish Queen poem

It happened in Baskonia a hundred years ago. We walked along the mountain road to the pass that separates the country of France from the country of Spain, two. Basque named Ganis, whom the whole neighborhood knew, and a beautiful girl. And there was this girl herself, the Spanish Queen. Ganis and the Queen of Spain walked quickly, but the Queen stopped and asked:

– Ganis, Basque Ganis, how can I thank you for your service Want gold, Ganis Go with me to Madrid, and you will become a general or chamberlain there

“Chamberlain, Queen,” Ganis smiled. – No, I can’t be a chamberlain, because I won’t see the peaks of the Pyrenees behind the doors of your yard. And I can’t be a general, Queen. Drumming is not for my ears. I’m used to the song of the wind, the mountains and the trees. I like this music, and only this music is my march. Wool beret basque, queen, is more precious to me than honors and power.

“Ganis, Basque Ganis, that’s the river,” the queen said again. – There is water high in it. And I see soldiers, Ganis. They want to stop us. But if you save me, if you carry me through these turbulent waters, then when I am in Madrid, I will give you a palace and years of rest and wealth for those moments of fatigue.

“Do not be afraid, Queen,” replied Ganis, “do not be afraid of either the cold or the turbulent flow. You will see your Madrid! But don’t tell me anything about the palace that awaits me in Madrid, keep silent about the years of peace and wealth. What will Ganis do in your city, where people live day and night in stone cages, one above the other, one next to the other, as if they were buried alive Basque was born in the mountains and in the mountains must die. Basque bedding is a duckling overgrown with moss. Here he dreams, and his dreams smell of cumin and thyme, they swirl over his head like birds over the Pyrenees.

The Queen fell silent and closed her eyes. The rocks parted, and the flow stopped the waves, because the Pyrenees liked the words of Ganis.

And the soldiers couldn’t fire their guns.

And when the queen opened her eyes, she was already on the other side, the generals and chamberlains met her to take her to Madrid.

And Ganis, an unknown poor Basque in a woolen beret, with a makila at his waist, remained in the Pyrenees. The south wind – Aike Egoa brought the ringing of bells to the Basque villages. It was the Queen of Spain who entered the city of Madrid. But Ganis remained in his country, among his friends, among his mountains, and Ike Egoa told him tales as old as baskonia itself.

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