Has warmed them out of death
May he arise from his cold sleep.
Good-by, good-by, good-by,
Old Winter dead and white,
No more meet you and I,
A last and long, a long and last good-night!
[As the chorus is sung the last time, Vasil dances out among the peasants, who join hands with him and all move in a ring, singing]
Orl. I congratulate you. And now will you favor me with the copy?
Vasil. [Seeming to hesitate] 'Tis hardly worthy——
Orl. [Taking it] Leave that to me. [Glances disappointedly at song, repeating the first line] Humph! Yes ... [Puts it into his pocket] So you are all true men enjoying yourselves? I've no objection. On the contrary. I'm in the humor to join you if my lady Bright-eyes [looking at Vera] will honor me.