"My husband is gone; 190 There is no one to shield me. Hark, hark! There's the drum! And the soldiers are coming! They halt;--they are forming A line in the market. 'Attention!' There's Philip! There's Philip! I see him! 'Attention! Eyes front!' It's Shalashnikov shouting.... Oh, Philip has fallen! 200 Have mercy! Have mercy! 'Try that--try some physic! You'll soon get to like it! Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!' He is striking my husband! 'I flog, not with whips, But with knouts made for giants!'" * * * * * "I sprang from the stove, Though my burden was heavy; I listen.... All silent.... 210 The family sleeping. I creep to the doorway And open it softly, I pass down the street Through the night.... It is frosty. In Domina's hut, Where the youths and young maidens Assemble at night, They are singing in chorus My favourite song: 220 "'The fir tree on the mountain stands, The little cottage at its foot, And Mashenka is there. Her father comes to look for her, He wakens her and coaxes her: ''Eh, Mashenka, come home,'' he cries, ''Efeemovna, come home!'' "'''I won't come, and I won't listen! Black the night--no moon in Heaven! Swift the stream--no bridge, no ferry! Dark the wood--no guards.'' 231 "'The fir tree on the mountain stands, The little cottage at its foot, And Mashenka is there. Her mother comes to look for her, She wakens her and coaxes her: ''Now, Mashenka, come home,'' she says, ''Efeemovna, come home!'' "'''I won't come, and I won't listen! Black the night--no moon in Heaven! Swift the stream--no bridge, no ferry! Dark the wood--no guards!'' 242 "'The fir tree on the mountain stands, The little cottage at its foot, And Mashenka is there. Young Peter comes to look for her, He wakens her, and coaxes her: ''Oh, Mashenka, come home with me! My little dove, Efeemovna, Come home, my dear, with me.'' 250 "'''I will come, and I will listen, Fair the night--the moon in Heaven, Calm the stream with bridge and ferry, In the wood strong guards.'''" CHAPTER VII THE GOVERNOR'S LADY "I'm hurrying blindly, I've run through the village; Yet strangely the singing From Domina's cottage Pursues me and rings In my ears. My pace slackens, I rest for awhile, And look back at the village: I see the white snowdrift O'er valley and meadow, 10 The moon in the Heavens, My self, and my shadow....