Vot mchitsya troyka pochtovaya
Po Volge-matushke zimoy.
Yamschik, unyilo napevaya,
Kachaet buynoy golovoy.
O chem zadumalsya detina,
Sedok privetlivo sprosil,
Kakaya na serdtse kruchina,
Skazhi, tebya kto ogorchil?
Ah, milyiy barin, dobryiy barin
Uzh skoro god, kak ya lyublyu,
Da nehrist starosta tatarin
Menya zhurit, a ya terplyu.
Ah, milyiy barin, skoro svyatki,
I ey ne byit uzhe moey,
Bogatyiy vyibral da postyilyiy,
Ey ne vidat veselyih dney.
Yamschik umolk, i knut remennyiy
S golitsey za poyas zatknul,
Rodnyie, stoy, "Neugomonnyiy"
Skazal, sam gorestno vzdohnul.
Vot mchitsya troyka pochtovaya
Po Volge-matushke zimoy.
Yamschik, unyilo napevaya,
Kachaet buynoy golovoy. |
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