Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

And whom I like I kill;

My fist—my only constable,

My only law—my will.

A blow from which the sparkle flits,

A blow that knocks the teeth to bits,

A blow that breaks the jaw!

After the Emancipation of the Serfs.

The mighty chain is snapped in twain,

Is snapped and bounds asunder.

The landlords clutch one broken end;