That I shall be angry 340
If once you look backwards.
Run home!'

"Well, my brothers,
To leave out a word
Of the song is to spoil it,--
I lay on the ground...."

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"I crawled like a cat
To Fedotushka's corner
That night. He was sleeping,
He tossed in his dream. 350
One hand was hung down,
While the other, clenched tightly,
Was shielding his eyes:
'You've been crying, my treasure;
Sleep, darling, it's nothing--
See, Mother is near!'
I'd lost little Djoma
While heavy with this one;
He was but a weakling,
But grew very clever. 360
He works with his dad now,
And built such a chimney
With him, for his master,
The like of it never
Was seen. Well, I sat there