'Who's is it?' I ask her.

"'It's yours, little Mother.'
I kiss my sweet child.
It seems, when I fell 260
At the feet of the lady,
I wept so and raved so,
Already so weakened
By grief and exhaustion,
That there, without warning,
My labour had seized me.
I bless the sweet lady,
Elyen Alexandrovna,
Only a mother
Could bless her as I do. 270
She christened my baby,
Lidorushka called him."

"And what of your husband?"

"They sent to the village
And started enquiries,
And soon he was righted.
Elyen Alexandrovna
Brought him herself
To my side. She was tender
And clever and lovely, 280
And healthy, but childless,
For God would not grant her
A child. While I stayed there