SONG OF THE OPRISHKI
HAI, Brethren, Oprishki—give me morehoreevka !
On the camp-fire now heap on more wood.
If you tuned then my throat to the sound of
Sopeevka,
I’d sing for as long as I could.
We are safe just as long as the green grass is
growing—
If the forest of leaves be not bare,
If behind the thick bush and green [...]
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