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32 lines
657 B
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Oh, you share
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Oh, you share my share,
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The share my bitter,
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Oh, why did you share the wicked,
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He brought to Siberia?
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Not for drunkenness and buyanstvo
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And not for a night robbery -
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Parties native lost
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For the peasant world fair.
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The year was hungry at the time,
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Steel, gather the taxes,
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And last skotinku
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Sell for a pittance.
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Could not stand zealous,
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Boil and soul.
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And the villain Stanovoi
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I drove the knife in a temper.
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I found myself in Siberia
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In the mine dark and damp.
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There I met with friends:
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"Hello, my friend, and I'm with you!"
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Far from his native village,
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I would like to know,
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Did the fellow villagers
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With neck taxes download? 1874 |