Lost in market-place of Kiev!
“Oi, I’m off to distant lands!
To Moldavia[[51]] go I—
I’ll be slaving seven years,
Then more oxen I shall buy,
And I’ll be Tchumak again!”
RHYTHMS
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
“O you thought, my mother, you would never be rid of me! There will come a day, a Sunday, when you will wish for me; you will weep long and sore—‘O where now is my daughter?’”
The Daughter—