Scorns to wait on such as he.
Then he takes his zhupan[[48]] off.
“Oh, Shinkarka, even pour
Just a quarter of a quart!”
“To coat add four zloty[[49]] more—
Then there’s drink for revelling!”
To “mohyla”[[50]] sad he went,
Gazed adown the valley green:
Oxen, wagons—wagered, spent—
Yokes and yoke-sticks, all his wealth