Who Can Be Happy and Free in Russia?Nekrasov, Nikolai Alekseevich
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Who Can Be Happy and Free in Russia?
Nekrasov, Nikolai Alekseevich
Russian literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
"'I was once a convict,'
Said he.
"'You, Savyeli!'
"'Yes I, little Grandchild,
Yes, I have been branded. 110
I buried a German
Alive--Christian Vogel.'
"'You're joking, Savyeli!'
"'Oh no, I'm not joking.
I mean it,' he said,
And he told me the story.
"'The peasants in old days
Were serfs as they now are,
But our race had, somehow,
Not seen its Pomyeshchick; 120
No manager knew we,
No pert German agent.
And barschin we gave not,
And taxes we paid not
Except when it pleased us,--
Perhaps once in three years
Our taxes we'd pay.'
"'But why, little Grandad?'
"'The times were so blessed,--
And folk had a saying 130
That our little village
Was sought by the devil
For more than three years,
But he never could find it.
Great forests a thousand
Years old lay about us;
And treacherous marshes
And bogs spread around us;
No horseman and few men
On foot ever reached us. 140
It happened that once
By some chance, our Pomyeshchick,
Shalashnikov, wanted
To pay us a visit.
High placed in the army
Was he; and he started
With soldiers to find us.
They soon got bewildered
And lost in the forest,
And had to turn back; 150
Why, the Zemsky policeman
Would only come once
In a year! They were good times!
In these days the Barin
Lives under your window;
The roadways go spreading
Around, like white napkins--
The devil destroy them!
We only were troubled
By bears, and the bears too 160
Were easily managed.
Why, I was a worse foe
By far than old Mishka,
When armed with a dagger
And bear-spear. I wandered
In wild, secret woodpaths,
And shouted, ''_My_ forest!''
And once, only once,
I was frightened by something:
I stepped on a huge 170
Female bear that was lying
Asleep in her den
In the heart of the forest.
She flung herself at me,
And straight on my bear-spear
Was fixed. Like a fowl
On the spit she hung twisting
An hour before death.
It was then that my spine snapped.
It often was painful 180
When I was a young man;
But now I am old,
It is fixed and bent double.
Now, do I not look like
A hook, little Grandchild?'
"'But finish the story.
You lived and were not much
Afflicted. What further?'
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