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Tetris® Opera

Oy polnym polna mоya korobushka
Yest' i sitets i parcha.
Pozhaley, dusha-zaznobushka,
Molodetskogo plecha.
Vyydu, vyydu v rozh' vysokuyu,
Tam do nochki pogozhu,
Kak zavizhu chernookuyu,
Vse tovary razlozhu.
Tseny sam platil nemalyye,
Ne torguysya, ne skupis',
Podstavlyay-ka gubki alyye,
Blizhe k molodtsu sadis'.
Ot uzh pala noch' tumannaya,
Zhdyot udalyy molodets.
Chu, idyot! – prishla zhelannaya,
Prodayot tovar kupets.
Katya berezhno torguyetsya
Vsyo boitsya peredat',
Paren' s devitsey tseluyetsya,
Prosit tseny nabavlyat'.
Znayet tol'ko noch' glubokaya,
Kak poladili oni.
Raspryamis' ty, rozh' vysokaya,
Taynu svyato sokhrani!
Oy legka legka korobushka
Plech ne rezhet remeshok
A vsego vzyala zaznobushka,
Biryuzovyy perstenyo
Dal ey sittsu shtuku tseluyu,
Lentu aluyu dlya kos,
Poyasok – rubashku beluyu
Podpoyasat' v senokos...
Vse poklala nenaglyadnaya
V korob, krome persten'ka:
"Ne hochu hodit' naryadnaya
Bez serdechnogo druzhka!"
To-to, dury vy, molodochki!
Ne sama li prinesla
Polushtofik sladkoy vodochki?
A podarkov ne vzyala!
Tak postoy zhe! Nerushimo
Obeshchan'itse dayu:
Oporozhnitsya korobushka,
Na Pokrov domoy pridu
I tebya, dusha-zaznobushka,
V bozh'yu tserkov' povedu!"
Vplot' do vechera dozhdlivogo
Molodets bezhit begom
I tovarishcha vorchlivogo
Nagonyaet pod selom.
Staryy Tihonych rugaetsya:
"Ya uzh dumal, ty propal!"
Van'ka tol'ko uhmylyaetsya -
Ya-de sittsy prodaval!

Tetris® Opera

My little box is full to the brim,
With chintz and silk so fine.
Take pity, my shivering soul,
On this young man's design.
I'll go out to the high gate,
And wait there till the night,
When I see my dark-eyed love,
I'll lay out all my wares bright.
The prices I paid were not small,
So don't bargain, don't be tight,
Offer your scarlet lips,
And sit closer to this young knight.
The misty night has fallen,
The dashing young man waits.
Hush, he comes! – the desired one has arrived,
The merchant displays his baits.
Katya bargains cautiously,
Afraid to give in too soon,
The young man kisses the maiden,
Asks her to raise the price to the moon.
Only the deep night knows,
How they came to agree.
Open wide, you high gate,
Keep their secret safe and free!
Oh, my little box is light now,
The strap doesn't cut my shoulder,
And all the shivering soul took,
Was a turquoise ring, bolder.
He gave her a whole piece of chintz,
A scarlet ribbon for her hair,
A belt – to tie her white shirt,
During the haymaking fair...
The unsuspecting girl put everything,
In the box, except the ring:
"I don't want to be dressed up,
Without my sweetheart's fling!"
Oh, you silly young girls!
Didn't you bring yourself
A half-bottle of sweet vodka?
But didn't take the gifts from the shelf!
So wait! I give you an unbreakable,
Promise, I swear it's true:
The little box will be emptied,
On Pokrov I'll come for you.
And you, my shivering soul,
I'll take to God's church, it's due!"
Until the rainy evening,
The young man runs at full speed,
And his grumpy companion,
He catches up near the village indeed.
Old Tihonych scolds him:
"I thought you were lost, you see!"
Van'ka only frowns -
I was selling chintz, you see!