The pope bellows loudly
To busy Pavloosha,
The village policeman.

"An accident's happened
Down here, and a man's killed."

"God pardon our sins!"

"How thin you've got, Dashka!"

"The spinning-wheel fattens
By turning forever; 80
I work just as hard,
But I never get fatter."

"Heh, you, silly fellow,
Come hither and love me!
The dirty, dishevelled,
And tipsy old woman.
The f--i--ilthy o--l--d woman!"

Our peasants, observing,
Are still walking onwards.
They see just before them 90
A meek little fellow
Most busily digging
A hole in the road.

"Now, what are you doing?"