| Alexey Koltsov
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| KHUTOROK
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| Over the river, on the mountain,
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| The green forest is noisy;
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| Under the mountain, across the river,
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| The farm is worth it.
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| In that forest the nightingale
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| Loudly sings songs;
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| young widow
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| Lives in a farm.
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| This midnight night
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| Well done
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| wanted to visit
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| young widow...
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| Fisherman on the river
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| Late fish caught;
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| Walk, spend the night
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| Sailed to the farm.
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| “My fisherman, soul!
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| Don't sleep with me:
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| The father-in-law is sitting at home, -
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| He doesn't love you...
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| Don't get angry, swim
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| In your fishing hut;
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| Tomorrow, my friend, with you
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| I'm happy to play all day." |
| -
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| "A strong wind blew...
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| And the night will be dark!..
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| Better here on the river
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| I will sleep until the morning."
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| The merchant was late
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| On the big road;
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| He turned to spend the night
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| To a young widow.
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| “Dear merchant-soul!
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| How can I accept you...
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| Didn't drown the hut
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| No hay, oats.
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| Better to godfather in the village
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| Hurry up;
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| Only tomorrow, look
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| Come visit!" |
| —
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| “It’s far from the village;
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| My horse is completely tired;
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| I have my own food, -
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| Don't worry about him.
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| I was in town yesterday
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| It was a long time - I bought everything;
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| Here's a present for you
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| What I promised a long time ago. |
| -
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| “I don’t want him!..
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| All head pain
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| Broke to death;
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| Go to your godfather in the village."
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| “This pain is nothing!..
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| I have the tool:
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| Two words - heal
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| The whole head is yours."
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| Fire lit up
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| The hut lit up;
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| For dear guests
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| The table is prepared by the widow.
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| At the table with the fisherman
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| The merchant is already walking ...
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| (And looking out the window
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| Good fellow)…
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| “You fisherman, drink wine!
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| Pour me a drink with my sister!
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| If the master of dancing -
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| Let's sing songs!
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| I love with people
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| To live in a friendly way;
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| Your job is to catch
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| Our business is to buy...
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| So with me, please
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| Without ranks - by hand;
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| I tell one fable
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| I am to all kind people:
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| There is grief - do not grieve,
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| There is work - work;
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| And I fell under the case -
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| Walk on your health!"
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| And went with the fisherman
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| Merchant songs to play,
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| young widow
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| Hug, kiss.
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| I could not bear the daring
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| Soul on fire!
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| And - how to blink an eye -
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| The hut dissolved...
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| And since then in the farm
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| Nobody lives;
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| Only one nightingale
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| Loudly sings a song ...
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| (September 5, 1839) |