gensliks

Updated: May 5, 2025

The rybalts accompanied her, one on the gensliks, the other on a big lute; the princess, who loved the lay songs better than anything else in the world, began to move her head back and forth, and the young girl sang further with a thin, sweet childish voice, like a bird singing in the forest: "I would then be seated On the high enclosure: Look, my dear Jasiulku, Look on me, poor orphan."

Henryk Sienkiewicz - The Knights of the Cross: or, Krzyzacy