Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

From hillside headlong speeds the rill,

In groves the birds keep twittering,

And chattering wood and murmuring hill

Echo with joy the thundering.

PRINCE VYAZEMSKI.

THE TROIKA.[12]

Speeds the troika, leaping, bounding,

’Neath the horsehoofs dust-clouds fly,

While the little bells keep tinkling,

Weeping, laughing merrily.