The peasants come crowding,
Surrounding the soldier,
And some a kopeck give,
And others give half:
In no time a rouble 520
Is piled on the dishes.



EPILOGUE

GRISHA DOBROSKLONOW


A CHEERFUL SEASON--CHEERFUL SONGS

The feast was continued
Till morning--a splendid,
A wonderful feast!
Then the people dispersing
Went home, and our peasants
Lay down 'neath the willow;
Iona--meek pilgrim
Of God--slept there too.
And Sava and Grisha,
The sons of the deacon, 10
Went home, with their parent
Unsteady between them.
They sang; and their voices,
Like bells on the Volga,