User:Sinus46/Korobeiniki

1	Oh, my crate is so full, I've got calico and brocade. Take pity, oh sweety, Of this lad's shoulder
2	I will, I will go out into the tall rye, I will wait there till the night comes, Once I see the dark-eyed lass, I will showcase all my goods.
3	I paid no small price myself, So don't bargain or be stingy, Bring your scarlet lips to me, Sit closer to this fine lad.
4	The foggy night has already come, The daring lad is awaiting, Hark, it's her! The desired one has come, The merchant is selling his goods.
5	Katya is haggling with care, She is afraid to pay too much, A lad is kissing his lass, Asking her to raise the price.
6	Only the deep night knows, What they agreed upon. Straighten up now, oh tall rye, And keep their secret scrupulously!
7	Oh, my crate is so light; The strap is no longer cutting into my shoulders! And all my lass took Was one turquoise ring.
8	I had given her a whole piece of calico, A scarlet ribbon for her braids, A little belt — for the white shirt To strap while haymaking.
9	The sweet one put everything back into the box, but for the ring: "I do not want to go around dressed up Without a fiancé!"
10	Oh, you foolish young maidens! Did she herself not bring The half-flask of sweet vodka? And she did not take the gifts!
11	So stay right here! An unbreakable Promise I give: Once I empty the crate, I'll return home for Pokrov, And you, my Sweetheart, To God's church I will lead!
12	Up until the rainy evening, The fine lad runs, And catches up to a grumbling comrade in the village.
13	Старый Тихоныч ругается: "Я уж думал, ты пропал!" Ванька только ухмыляется - Я-де ситцы продавал![1]	Staryy Tihonych rugaetsya: "Ya uzh dumal, ty propal!" Van'ka tol'ko uhmylyaetsya - Ya-de sittsy prodaval!	Old Tihonych swears: "I really thought you were gone!" Vanka only smirks- I was selling the calico!

1. "Николай Некрасов: Коробейники". Nekrasov.niv.ru. Archived from the original on 2017-05-08. Retrieved 2011-02-21.