Who Can Be Happy and Free in Russia? by Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov
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In their midst, pale and trembling,
The Elder was gripping His ear. 'What has happened? And why do you hold him?' I said to the Elder. "'I'm going to beat him,-- He threw a young lamb To the wolf,' he replied. "I snatched my Fedotka Away from their clutches; 240 And somehow the Elder Fell down on the ground! "The story was strange: It appears that the shepherd Went home for awhile, Leaving little Fedotka In charge of the flock. 'I was sitting,' he told me, 'Alone on the hillside, When all of a sudden 250 A wolf ran close by me And picked Masha's lamb up. I threw myself at her, I whistled and shouted, I cracked with my whip, Blew my horn for Valetka, And then I gave chase. |
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