And then embarrassed a strong Duma
Young merchant Kalashnikov;
And he began to box, It looks at the street -
And on the street the night temnehonka;
It brings down the white snow, spread out,
Sweeps the human footprint.
Here he heard in the hall slammed the door,
Then he hears footsteps hurrying;
turned, looks - the power of the Cross!
Before him stands a young wife,
The very pale, bareheaded,
Blond braids unwound
Snow, frost interspersed;
Eyes look cloudy, like mad;
Mouth whisper unintelligible speech.
"Oh, where are you, woman, woman, totter?
At which Compound, on the square,
With tousled your hair,
What odozha all your torn?
Oh you walked, you feasted,
Tea, with all the sons of boyars?..
In the presence of the holy icons
We are with you, woman, betroth,
Gold rings me!..
As I'll lock you for iron lock,
For oak door Bound,
To the light of God you did not see,
My name is honest is not anticipated ... "
