And diligent wife!"

"I wish not for silver
Or gold," replies Grisha.
"But one thing I wish: 280
I wish that my comrades,
Yes, all the poor peasants
In Russia so vast,
Could be happy and free!"
Thus, earnestly speaking,
And blushing as shyly
As any young maiden,
He walks from their midst.

The dawn is approaching.
The peasants make ready 290
To cross by the ferry.
"Eh, Vlass," says the carter,
As, stooping, he raises
The span of his harness,
"Who's this on the ground?"

The Elder approaches,
And Klimka behind him,
Our seven as well.
(They're always most anxious
To see what is passing.) 300

Some fellow is lying
Exhausted, dishevelled,