On the Easter
By Alexander Blok
The high boots - as the bottles,
With a kvass - hair is pomaded,
With a new accordion, he is
There on the porch now.
Here on the porch - she is restless,
Her apron with laces,
Her heels - pitter-patter,
And rosy is blushing face.
- My angel, baryshnya (* - young lady),
Why do you laugh anew?
My angel, baryshnya,
Let me kiss you!
- Hmm, here's another!
The muzhik (* a kern) unwashed!
Why do you think, that such as I,
A white lady, could kiss you now?
18 april 1910 - may 1914