To the fields and the forest.

A broad-shouldered youth
Was this Grisha; his face, though,
Was terribly thin.
In the clerical college
The students got little 70
To eat. Sometimes Grisha
Would lie the whole night
Without sleep; only longing
For morning and breakfast,--
The coarse piece of bread
And the glassful of sbeeten.[61]
The village was poor
And the food there was scanty,
But still, the two brothers
Grew certainly plumper 80
When home for the holidays--
Thanks to the peasants.

The boys would repay them
By all in their power,
By work, or by doing
Their little commissions
In town. Though the deacon
Was proud of his children,
He never had given
Much thought to their feeding. 90
Himself, the poor deacon,
Was endlessly hungry,