Her head was hung down,
But her eyes, little Mother,
Looked straight into mine ... 290
Then she groaned of a sudden,
She groaned, and it sounded
As if she were crying.
I threw her the lamb....'

"Well, that was the story.
And foolish Fedotka
Ran back to the village
And told them about it.
And they, in their anger,
Were going to beat him 300
When I came upon them.
The Elder, because
Of his fall, was indignant,
He shouted--'How dare you!
Do you want a beating
Yourself?' And the woman
Whose lamb had been stolen
Cried, 'Whip the lad soundly,
'Twill teach him a lesson!'
Fedotka she pulled from 310
My arms, and he trembled,
He shook like a leaf.

"Then the horns of the huntsmen
Were heard,--the Pomyeshchick
Returning from hunting.